Chapter 166 Bet on all the spirit crystals (2 more votes please)
'Chop off the legs'
'Place your bets quickly'
'Win, win Win them! ’
High or low whispers echoed in Mi August’s ears, but in fact there was no one around her at all. These sounds were vying to get into her ears, get into her brain, and contaminate her soul.
However, no matter how crazy and irritable they were, they still had no choice but to circle around Mi August's body like annoying flies.
It is really annoying, but Mi August will not let this annoyingness affect his mind.
Compared with the mental pressure caused by transforming into a Yin God in Lingzhou, this level of noise outside the mind is nothing.
"I'm not interested in winning these thighs." Mi August politely declined the dealer's invitation.
Dealer: “…”
The gamblers around the gambling table all looked at Mi August.
A pair of crazy eyes, red-eyed, focused on Mi August.
"Why don't you place a bet?" The disciple who had just lost a thigh and both hands on his upper body said in a grim tone, looking extremely embarrassed.
Another person then said: "Put your legs up, no one can default!"
"Bang——" The gambling table was slapped hard by a disciple, and he said impatiently Mi August scolded: "Hurry up! Hurry up and place your bets, everyone is waiting for the opening!"
The croupier also said: "The market will not open until everyone has placed their bets. Girl, everyone is waiting for you."
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of those staring at her became even more fierce. Someone among them has already formed a spell, and there are strong signs that she will be attacked by everyone if she does not place a bet.
Mi August and the croupier looked at each other. The croupier pointed his finger at the sieve cup again and again. After he finished pointing with five fingers, he switched to the other hand.
The atmosphere became more and more solemn as time passed, and the dealer's eyes became more and more greedy.
Mi August approached the gambling table.
The croupier's expression paused, and then he stared at her thighs maliciously.
Mi August opened the book of good and evil, took out a centipede-like artifact from it, broke off one of the artifacts with more than a dozen legs and placed it on the gambling table.
“Let’s start the trading.” Mi August raised his head and said to the dealer.
At this moment, the croupier's brow could squeeze out a mosquito. It stared at Mi August with a mixture of shock and anger, veins bulging in the hand holding the sieve cup.
Even though she was so angry but did not take action, Mi August understood that her behavior was within the rules.
"The minimum bet is one leg," she said with a smile.
The croupier stared at Mi August with a serious look like "I remember you", and shouted hoarsely: "Buy the deal and leave! Open--"
Sift cup Open it, and the five sieves inside are still spinning in circles. Look carefully where the sieves are, and they are clearly five eyeballs.
They turned and collided, breaking one after another. In a moment, the last one was about to survive.
The dealer squinted his eyes.
In the hand holding the cup, the nail of one finger suddenly extended, and it was about to poke the eyeball.
“Tong——” it grinned, just as it was about to say the word ‘kill’.
The sharp nails were cut by the shadow and fell to the ground. At the same time, the remaining eyeball also stopped turning and stayed steadily on the table.
The dealer's smile froze on his face, and then his whole body trembled with anger.
Its eyes turned on the faces of all the gamblers, and finally stopped on Mi August's face.
Mi August pointed to the circle where she placed her bet and said small, "Is this supposed to be my win?"
The dealer stared at her, "One, small!"
"Win, win!"
"Ah! Come again!"
"Why not big!?"
The noisy shouts ranged from laughter to anger, and the disciples around him were no different from gamblers in ordinary gambling houses.
Mi August saw that the winning disciple’s thigh wound healed automatically, as if it had never been injured before, while the losing disciple’s thigh wound was still missing, and the blood from the wound continued to flow. According to this flow rate, if not Even if your spiritual fitness is far superior to that of ordinary people, you won't be able to sustain it for long if you bandage it to stop the bleeding. As one of the winners, Mi August got back his magic weapon leg, and also received an unknown thigh.
She didn’t have a hobby of taking someone’s thigh. She would give it back to the other person after asking whose thigh it belonged to.
"What are you betting on?" As the owner of the thigh, the male disciple asked Mi August mechanically.
Mi August: "I won't gamble."
The male disciple looked confused for a moment, and then said angrily: "Why don't you gamble!"
Mi August ignored him and turned around to leave.
"Guest." A woman dressed as a maid blocked her way, "Guest, don't leave in a hurry. You are not interested in thighs. There are always other things here that interest you."
< br>Mi August had no intention of leaving like this, but this monster obviously didn't know what she was thinking and was trying his best to keep her.
"I make a bet with the guest that the guest won't dare to go inside." The maid with a dead face showed a smile that she thought was very kind and pointed in one direction in the room. "The bet is up to the guest."
This bet is a free bet - as long as you go in, you can get the bet you want.
This is also a clear inducement to lure out the greed in your heart.
As long as you have a trace of greed, you will be stimulated to the maximum by the power of a certain rule.
The maid is still tempting, "Think about it, whether it is cultivation, spells, memory, body, everything, as long as you have it, you can use it as a bet."
Mi August looked moved.
The maid smiled with satisfaction, her eyes like looking at the larvae that automatically fell into the spider web.
Mi August said as she wished: "Then let's bet all the spiritual crystals we each have now."
Handmaid: "..."
Each of us All the spiritual crystals you own?
There is nothing wrong with this at first glance, but as a weirdo with gambling as the rule, he can catch the twists and turns of betting in a flash.
The maid is not a separate individual, she is part of the ghost story.
Once this bet is established, the bet will be on the ghost story itself.
Except Mi August herself, no one knows how many spiritual crystals she has in all her so-called spiritual crystals.
This is not a fair bet.
But it doesn’t matter.
The prey has already bitten the bait, just waiting for her to walk in...
What is exported in the end will be won back.
The maid nodded, "Okay."
Go in, come in quickly.
Mi August didn't move, and asked again: "Will the bets be delivered immediately?"
The maid's face showed an impatient look for a moment, "Of course, guest."
Mi August Then he turned around and walked towards the small door it pointed to.
A gloomy gaze was locked behind her until she crossed the threshold, and the owner of the gaze became ecstatic.
“Welcome to the guest room!”
The beautiful woman in palace dress holding a cigarette rod in her hand said charmingly to Mi August, "Guest, please come and take a seat."
As soon as these words fell, Mi August felt the power of rules that could not be rejected suppressing her. Go forward.
I saw a square card table in front of me, and a woman in palace clothes was sitting on one of the seats.
There are people on both sides of it. On the left is a bald old man, and on the right is a young man wearing the uniform of Du'e Academy.
Under the power of rules, Mi August sat opposite the woman in palace clothes.
(End of this chapter)