Mu Qing was so anxious that he was almost scratching his ears and his head was secretly complaining in his heart that Ling Jing's luck was too bad.

When I heard the city lord’s smile, I was about to try it out, but I might as well change myself to bet.

I saw a dealer approaching the curtain and leaning slightly, as if he had heard what the person behind the scenes said. He looked up and looked at Baili Feiyue, "This guest, the city lord said that you were shaking the dice incorrectly."

What?

I won’t say anything about other people’s reactions, just Mu Qing, who was about to speak.

She heard it correctly?

What the city lord is saying is that Ling Jing’s way of shaking the dice is wrong?

Did the person the city lord cares about is wrong?

Baili Feiyue was still very calm, "Oh? Then what is the right thing to do?"

The dealer smiled and said, "The City Lord said, please come here, he is willing to teach you."

In the previous sentence, everyone was still a little confused like Mu Qing.

Now that the words came out, the hall made a hissing sound.

People who don’t know the truth are not only those who come to this underground night market outside, but also those who come from the night market itself.

Most of the people in this underground night market are not jealous of meat and vegetables. Although they respect their city lords, they are not as careful as outside, they should speak in front of the people above.

There is a lot of freedom of speech here.

At that moment, muttered, "The city lord wants to teach her, it's really a matter of the past. Will this person die very well?"

"That's right, what do you want to do by the way? Who is this woman dressed as a man? Why does the lord teach her??"

"What I care more about is that is, aren't the shaking cups almost the same?

Even the woman who was betting on Baili Feiyue looked at Baili Feiyue again.

Obviously I didn't expect this to happen, and I don't know what this happens to mean.

The dealer smiled and looked at Baili Feiyue, and said, "Please."

Mu Qing watched Baili Feiyue go to the curtain in his heart, and the red-eyed boy was originally going to follow him, but Mu Qing grabbed him, "Master, let's take a look first."

The boy finally glanced at her.

Cold.

Maybe I think she is so familiar and shameless.

Mu Qing didn't notice it at all, and his eyes didn't leave Baili Feiyue's body for half an inch.

Baili Feiyue walked to the curtain with the gambling cup and dice.

The figure in red was inside, only half an arm away from her.

A hand poked out from behind the curtain, covering the back of her hand, and holding the gambling cup.

This right hand is long and icy white, incredibly beautiful and incredibly cold.

Following this hand, Baili Feiyue slowly raised her eyes.

Behind the curtain like red clouds, the man leaned against the ink-colored beauty.

He covered one hand with his hands on her hands at this moment, and his other hand gently tapped the drum beats on the chair.

Chanjuan's black hair fell behind her shoulders, her deep purple eyes, and an ink totem between her neck. Apart from that, she had whiteness and no flaws.

He changed his position again, and his other hand supported his chin, his purple eyes bent with a few smiles, staring at Baili Feiyue.

Because of his movements, the loose black dragon brocade robe covered with lotus red was opened a little, revealing the snow-white cloud shirt that was close to it.

I can't tell you...

Unspeakable...

This person Baili Feiyue has never seen before, it can be said that he is very familiar with him.

However, I haven't seen each other for a short time, but I just feel that he and the last time they met have changed a lot.

How can I describe that feeling? It is not the black-eyed Changsun Wuji, nor the usual Changsun Wuji, but Fengjiuhuang!

No, not exactly like...
Chapter completed!