"East wind!"

Wang Ke played a card and carefully looked at the clues from the North Gambling God and the South Gambling Saint, but there was no clue at all, not at all! They were really playing cards in a silence, regardless of winning or losing!

You have lost so much money to me these days just to let me play a card with this kid? I’m crazy!

"Get rich!"

The Holy Son also played a card. The Holy Son played it very seriously, and his joy and anger appeared on his face, which was obviously a good hand.

"It's your time!" The Southern Gambling Saint said to Wang Ke.

The confused Wang Ke suddenly felt a sudden slap in his heart and guessed it.

"I understand, I understand, although I haven't seen through this game yet, I understand what they want me to do now. Betting? They don't care who wins money with the Holy Son, what they care about is whether I can bet on a game with the Holy Son. My bet with the Holy Son is just getting into the game! Damn, a group of evil demons, I was caught?" Wang Ke's face changed.

However, I could not refuse the scene just now. Even if I did it again, could my little innate be able to transform a group of powerful evil demons?

What shit brother Wang, is this numbing me! Is it to make me follow your script?

Therefore, even if you do it again, it will be useless. Before Nie Miejue woke up, he could only let the mercy of these evil demons.

I was hit? No matter whether I win or lose, I fell into the pit. Forget it, even if I fall into the pit, I have to fall into it with my money.

"Brother Wang, please touch the cards quickly!" the God of Gambling also shouted.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I've already drawn, hurry up!" The Holy Son also said excitedly.

Wang Ke's face darkened, he went to touch a card, and put it on the table: "It's so messy!"

Being confused?

The Holy Son's face was frozen there, why was it so messy? I was so lucky that I was just one draw, just one away!

"I'm confused? Brother Wang won, Holy Son, you lost, it's time to give money!" The God of Gambling said excitedly immediately.

"Fuck, how could he win? I'm all the same, I'm just one card away. What card does he have? A mess of bad guy? How could he win?" The Holy Son jumped onto the chair and roared.

Wang Ke: “…………………!”

"Son of the Holy Son, you and Wang Ke are betting on winning or losing. No matter what card you have, whoever loses first will win. It's time to give the money!" The God of Gambling immediately advised.

"Fuck, I don't admit that he can't mess up the cards! He can't!" The Holy Son pointed at Wang Ke and was angry.

Wang Ke stared at the holy son. Wang Ke suddenly understood something, why did he bet on this holy son with him, because there was something wrong with this kid's gambling. He could only win money by himself, but not lose money by himself?

"Or, forget about this card, I'll take a rest too!" Wang Ke said immediately.

never mind?

The Northern Gambling God, the Southern Gambling God spent so much money and embezzled so much public funds from the blood bank. Do you tell me to forget it? How can it be?

"Brother Wang, if you win, you win!"

"Yes, if the Holy Son loses, he will have to pay!"

"Brother Wang, don't worry, let's persuade the Holy Son!"

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A group of evil demons comforted Wang Ke.

"Son of the Holy Son, I am willing to accept the loss of the bet. If you lose to Wang Ke, you should give the money!" the North Gambling God advised.

"I didn't lose, I never lost. I won't lose like this, what kind of breaking mahjong you are, I won't lose!" The Holy Son roared.

While roaring, he suddenly lifted the mahjong table.

"Crazy!"

A table of mahjong was overturned like this.

Wang Ke's face froze: "Son of the Holy Son, I'll say forget it! This card doesn't count!"

"Son of the Holy Son, Wang Ke said you can't afford to lose! I think you won't give me money!" The Southern Gambling Saint said in a flaming manner.

"Bastard, I can't afford to lose? It's obviously because you have a problem with mahjong! Bastard, this Holy Son has money and some money!" The Holy Son roared and took out a storage bracelet and smashed it at Wang Ke.

"Bang!"

Wang Ke took the storage bracelet and looked at the Holy Son in amazement. Is it necessary to be so exaggerated? Isn’t it just a loser? Why did this bad temper suddenly explode?

"Son of Holy Son..." Wang Ke wanted to say a few more words.

However, it was too late. The North Gambling God and the South Gambling God had already left.

"Don't see you again, mahjong cards, lie, bastard, I've never lost! Don't pull me, don't pull me!" The Holy Son shouted angrily.

The Holy Son disappeared before everyone.

Wang Ke grabbed the storage bracelet and his eyebrows were locked. The North Gambling God and the South Gambling Saint, they plotted against me just to make the Holy Son lose money to me? What is the deep meaning of this?

"Brother Wang, don't take it to your heart. The God of Gambling just now stopped him. It's not convenient for us to tell you, but next time you meet the Holy Son, you'll still be around, he can't lose!" An evil demon comforted him.

"Oh? The Holy Son cannot lose?" Wang Ke said curiously.

"Yes, alas! The Holy Son has no idea what origins it was. It was enfeoffed by the Demon Lord a hundred years ago. However, the Holy Son has always been a child of seven or eight years old for the past hundred years, and his cultivation is only innate realm, as if he was cursed, and he cannot finish it. More importantly, his mind has always been seven or eight years old! He cannot practice, cannot grow up, and does not have a long mind, and often cannot sleep for a long time. In the eyes of others, he is just a strange thing..., uh, it's very strange! The only thing the Holy Son likes is to find all kinds of things.

Playing, in the years of Shenlong Island, the master of the lord asked him to play some gambling with him. The Holy Son may have been spoiled and had a bad temper. Every time he wins a bet, he is extremely happy. However, as long as he loses, he will not let go, lose his temper, and find the other party to play again. Only then will he laugh and return satisfied until the other party loses all his money! Therefore, generally speaking, we are not willing to bet with the Holy Son, and we are not willing to bet with him in anything, and we don’t know...!" The evil demon smiled bitterly.

Wang Ke's face was strange. Is this holy son a naughty child who never grew up? He can't suffer any loss, but he will lose his temper when he suffers.

"Thank you for your advice!" Wang Ke said.

"It's nothing, Brother Wang, be careful, the Holy Son shouldn't give up!" The evil demon shook his head and continued to play cards.

But Wang Ke walked aside alone and began to ponder.

The God of Gambling...? No! The identity of his "Brother Wang" was the first to call Tong An'an, the master of the altar. It should be said that Tong An'an, the mastermind behind the scenes, had he spent such a big price to make a grudge with the Holy Son?

Then what?

Wang Ke was in a huge crisis.

But in the eyes of other evil demons, they were envious, jealous and hatred, especially Zhu Yan, who looked at the true essence blood piled up beside Wang Ke and the equivalent storage bracelet thrown by the Holy Son. This all stimulated Zhu Yan's nerves.

"Why? Aren't you going to plot against Wang Ke? Is this a trick? Before the Holy Son was angry, you ran away with the Holy Son? Is this here to bring warmth to Wang Ke?" Zhu Yan seemed to be shouting in his heart.

Why? Why? I have been greedy for a few days and can’t get any of the true energy blood. But Wang Ke is surrounded by him?

I have no money and can't go to the card table. I finally cooked a pot of tea eggs on credit and made two small money. I was going to go to the card table to kill everyone, but I lost all the first card. Do I still have to continue cooking tea eggs?

"Damn it, you are all crazy!" Zhu Yan cursed at the direction of the North Gambling God's departure.

Wang Ke hasn't figured out the purpose of Tong An'an's plot, and Zhu Yan can't understand it even more. Isn't this a cheating person? Why? He and Wang Ke are imprisoned in prison together. Wang Ke has made a lot of money. I can only watch you play cards while cooking tea eggs? Why?

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Shenlong Island, in a hall.

Tong Anan sat on the chair and held a wine glass in his hand.

"Original Master, although the process is a bit unsatisfactory, the result is as you expected!" said the God of Beigambling respectfully.

Tong Anan drank the true blood in the cup and nodded with satisfaction.

"In the eyes of everyone, Wang Ke has already become a grudge with the Holy Son!" said the God of Beigambling respectfully.

"Yes, the identity of a saint is favored by the Demon Lord in the Demon Sect. Who dares to provoke? Even if ordinary disciples of the Demon Sect look down on the Holy Sect, they will take a detour towards him. No matter how big the temper is, they will follow the Holy Son, including me! I will follow the Holy Son! Only Wang Ke, who has just entered the Demon Sect, is not clear about the situation!" Tong Anan sneered.

"Wang Ke didn't want to make a grudge with the Holy Son at that time. We took the Holy Son away in time!" said the God of Beigambling respectfully.

"The king is a smart man, but unfortunately, he came to Shenlong Island. Zhu Yan is the nephew of Lord Zhu, and it is not convenient to plot. He can only start with this Wang Ke. It just so happens that he has made the contribution to saving the demons and is not favored by the Lord. His identity is great!" Tong An'an said with satisfaction.

"This time it's so dangerous! It just made Wang Ke's waist bag bulge a little!"

"It's so dangerous? Humph, didn't you say that Wang Ke has already expanded? Will he definitely enter the game when he sees the Holy Son come to gamble? If Zhu Yan hadn't been agitated for a moment, he would have almost failed this time!" Tong An'an glared.

"I..., my subordinates have neglected their duties! However, Wang Ke finally got involved!" The God of Gambling begged for mercy.

"What should I do if Wang Ke doesn't join the game?" Tong Anan said coldly.

"If Wang Ke refuses to enter the game, I will definitely kill him quietly and then take back all the money and true blood he won! Never let the money of the altar master be lost!" The God of Beigambling said respectfully.

"Hmph! I won't get the money I lost? I mean, Wang Ke refused to join the game, so everything we did will become a joke?" Tong Anan said coldly.

"Yes, damn it!"

"After joining the game? Is it a grudge with the Holy Son? If Wang Ke loses money, he will definitely hold a grudge and turn around and kill the Holy Son quietly and grab his own money?" Tong An'an showed a look of satisfaction.

"Yes, the master of the earth is right. Wang Ke will kill the Holy Son! Wang Ke wins money, and the Holy Son is resentful and privately asks Wang Ke to argue, but Wang Ke turns to Wang Ke back to kill him?" said the God of Gambling with a smile.

"Yes, Wang Ke will kill the Holy Son regardless of losing or winning. The Holy Son is so miserable!" Tong Anan raised his cup and showed a look of pride.

"The Lord of the Altar is completely omitted. If the Holy Son dies tomorrow, everyone will blame Wang Ke! Everyone will think that Wang is the murderer! At that time, please ask the Lord of the Altar to take over Wang Ke, kill Wang Ke, and avenge the Holy Son!" The God of Beigambling said respectfully.

"Okay, hahahaha, hahaha, tomorrow, let me avenge the Holy Son! Then, do you know what to do tonight?" Tong Anan looked at the God of Gambling in Bei smiled.

"Yes, everything is in the plan. The Holy Son will die in the prison tomorrow. Please be fair in time!" The God of Gambling said respectfully.

"Hahahahaha!" Tong Anan laughed with satisfaction.
Chapter completed!