Lord of Puro

Chapter 552: Thousand Souls Gambler
Song Qianhun's offer was close to 50 million. Jin Shunying couldn't hold on any longer and her spirit was about to collapse.

She raised her hand and said, "Four thousand seven hundred and fifteen."

This was the last price she could accept. Even though it was not her money, she could not name a higher number, otherwise she would go insane.

Song Qianhun raised his hand again: "Six thousand."

Jin Sun-young scratched her hair and smiled.

He didn't even say 50 million, but directly said 60 million.

The boss did tell her to take the photo no matter what.

The boss did tell her not to look back easily.

But this time she had to take a look, she truly felt that there was something wrong with her mental state.

She needed to confirm her boss's attitude, or at least confirm whether his mental state was still normal. If the boss went crazy first and refused to admit it afterwards, and the person who made the quotation was Kim Soon-young, her life would completely collapse.

Kim Sun-young slowly turned her head and looked at Li Banfeng's seat for a long time.

Where is the boss?
Where is the boss?
Why is the boss gone?
Jin Shunying was shaking all over and almost screamed out.

He's missing, what should I do?
Where can I get 60 million?

Wouldn't this life be ruined?

The host Chi Huiyi on the stage shouted, "Sixty million for one time."

Kim Sun-young's vision was blurred and she had difficulty breathing.

"Twice sixty million!"

Kim Sun-young felt like her scalp was about to split, so she pulled out a lock of her hair.

"Sixty million times!"

Jin Sunying closed her eyes and felt herself falling into an endless abyss.

"Congratulations, sir. Please serve the food!"

gentlemen?

Why call me sir?
Jin Shunying raised her head and realized something.

The one who offered 60 million was not her, but the man behind her.

They spent 60 million to buy things. What does it have to do with me?
Under extreme tension, Kim Sun-young developed cognitive bias and almost scared herself to death.

Seeing that the deal to hurt Mosha had been done, Jin Shunying breathed a sigh of relief, and the stone in her heart fell to the ground.

If the boss asks me about it later, just tell the truth and say that I was scared and dared not to quote any more prices. If he gets angry and hits me, I will admit it and I will let him hit me, but if he wants to fine me, I definitely won't!
Jin Shunying was still daydreaming when Chu Zikai brought Shui Yongquan's soul to Song Qianhun. The two of them had to go to the side hall outside the door to exchange money and goods according to the rules.

With such a large amount of money and such a big business, the blond old man who is responsible for protecting Chu Zikai will naturally go with him.

A deal worth 60 million was concluded tonight, and the owner of the dance hall, Chi Huiyi, was also very excited. According to the rules, she could get a considerable commission.

Seeing Song Qianhun slowly standing up and walking very slowly, Chi Huiyi did not dare to urge him. After all, he was a big shot who offered 60 million, and she must not offend him.

Song Qianhun looked back every few steps and was indeed hesitant as he walked.

He was not hesitating because of the 60 million, he was worried about the next dish.

Li Qi promised him that the main dish must not be served on the table.

It wasn't until Song Qianhun left the dance floor that Chi Huiyi continued to serve the dishes: "The main course, the chef is in charge!"

Chang Shigui, the owner of the incense and candle shop, came to the center of the dance floor holding the box with a solemn expression.

Having done business for a lifetime, for Chang Shigui, today is the most important day. Before the banquet began, Chang Shigui knelt in front of the god's pants and prayed for two full hours. He had rehearsed dozens of times every word of what he was going to say on the stage today.

Now he stood in front of everyone, adjusted his breath a little, and said in a deep voice: "The dish I brought today is from the great god..."

"I bought it!" Li Banfeng raised his hand.

Before Chang Shigui could finish his sentence, Li Banfeng said he bought it.

Chi Huiyi smiled and said, "Dear guest, please don't be impatient. Wait for the owner to take over the spoon, and then ask for your reward!"

"No need to cook, I will definitely buy this dish no matter how good it is!"

Chi Huiyi said: "If you want to buy it, you have to wait for the store to quote a price."

“No matter what the price is, I have to buy it.”

Chang Shigui said, "Please wait a moment, let me finish talking about this dish."

Li Banfeng frowned and said, "What do you mean? Isn't it a big banquet today? I ordered the dishes, but you still won't sell them?"

Chi Huiyi was stunned, and Chang Shigui couldn't understand it either. At a banquet, the highest bidder always wins, so why did they have to bring some dishes?
The guests around were talking about it, and some were even making fun of Li Banfeng for not knowing the rules.

"Is this person's first time at the banquet?"

"Who does he think he is, that he can buy whatever he wants?"

"Who knows, he might be some local rich man who is used to being wild and comes here to embarrass himself."

Kim Soon-young had thought that the boss would go crazy, but she didn't expect that he would go crazy when the banquet was about to end. Could it be that the boss was angry because I didn't take a picture of the injury?
Will he punish me severely afterwards?
He can beat me however he wants, but he must not fine me.

Li Banfeng looked at Chang Shigui and said, "I just want to ask you one question, are you selling it or not?"

Chi Huiyi put away her smile and became angry: "Sir, we have our own rules. Since you are here to eat our food, you must follow our rules."

"Why do you have so many rules?" Li Banfeng shouted, "Are you selling it or not?"

Chi Huiyi raised her eyebrows: "You are here to cause trouble on purpose!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of dark energy users rushed out from all around the dance floor.

Chi Huiyi was definitely not an ordinary person as she dared to hold a banquet here, and this was not the first time she had to deal with troublemakers.

She wanted to warn Li Banfeng, but he was even angrier than her: "If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the wine for punishment! You don't want to sell it, right? I don't even want to pay!"

After saying that, Li Banfeng came to the center of the dance floor and snatched the box from Chang Shigui's hand.

Chang Shigui was stunned for a long time. Li Banfeng moved too quickly and Chi Huiyi didn't react in time.

By the time she reacted, Li Banfeng was already holding the wooden box, picked up Jin Shunying, and rushed to the exit of the dance floor.

A group of guests' eyes lit up as they watched. They were all knowledgeable people and had not expected to see such a scene at a banquet. If mobile phones were not prohibited here, they would have really wanted to take a picture of the scene.

"Stop him!" Chi Huiyi was furious, "How dare you come to my place to rob me? Why don't you ask who I am, Chi Huiyi?

Catch him and beat him to death. If anyone dies, I will take the responsibility. Guests present, please take a close look.

I, Chi Huiyi, have this kind of temper. If she acts wildly on my territory today, I definitely can’t, I what, I can’t, let her, go…”

Chi Huiyi's voice became smaller and smaller.

She discovered that the man did not run away.

Li Banfeng just sent Jin Shunying out of the dance floor, but he himself had no intention of leaving. He really wanted to compete with Ji Huiyi's guards.

There are a total of thirty-five guards in Chi Huiyi's dance hall, all of whom are well-known masters.

In the blink of an eye, Li Banfeng knocked down thirty-three people, with only two left.

The two guards retreated behind Chi Huiyi and pointed at her and said, "Don't hit us, we all listen to her."

Li Banfeng looked at Chi Huiyi and asked with a smile, "They all listen to you. Is it you who doesn't want me to leave?"

Chi Huiyi pursed her lips and said, "Well, you, you've already come, and you suddenly want to leave. I wanted to see you off..."

"That's fine. You can send me off later." Li Banfeng put Chi Huiyi aside first, and used the "Break the Path" technique to clear a path in the direction of the side hall.

In the side hall, Chu Zikai was talking about business with Song Qianhun: "Sir, you offer 60 million. How do you plan to pay us? By check or bank transfer?"

Song Qianhun thought for a moment and said, "I plan to default on my debt."

Chu Zikai was stunned: "I didn't understand."

Song Qianhun said, "What's so confusing about this? I just don't intend to pay, and I want to take the spring away."

After saying that, Song Qianhun grabbed Shui Yongquan and turned away.

"Squeak!" Chu Zikai made a sharp sound, and the sound waves shot towards Song Qianhun like a feather arrow.

Song Qianhun didn't even turn his head. Three voice-cultivating ghost servants stood behind Song Qianhun and roared at Chu Zikai together.

"Woo!"

The roars and sharp sounds counteracted each other, and Chu Zikai was shocked. He did not expect that Song Qianhun had such a powerful voice-cultivating ghost servant under his command.

The blond man shook his head at Song Qianhun: "I have never seen such a powerful psychic in other states. You should be from Pro State, right?
Prostate is a barbaric and ignorant place. The only thing worth praising is their respect for contracts. But I didn't expect that you don't even have this merit and actually openly violated the contract at the auction."

As he spoke, a thick brick wall reappeared in front of Song Qianhun, blocking his way.

Song Qianhun turned around and looked at the blond man: "Are you a repairman?"

The blond man smiled and said, "This has nothing to do with you. I don't need to answer your question. What you need to do is to fulfill your promise and hand over the 60 million to us immediately."

Song Qianhun shook his head and said, "I can't give you 60 million in one go. Tell me what sect you belong to first, and I'll give you 60 yuan. If you kowtow to me again, I'll give you another 60 yuan. I'm talking about Huan Guo banknotes, not foreign currency."

The blond man sighed, "Your immaturity and stupidity disappoint me greatly. You are making these outrageous provocations here simply because you have a seemingly strong helper.

This helper is a traveling cultivator named Li Qi, who has a high status in both Pro Province and other states, but how much help do you think he can provide you?

"You guys were whispering to each other under the dance floor. I saw it clearly. Now the dance floor is in chaos and I can hear some noises. Is this your battle plan? If Li Qi really shows up here, do you think he can leave alive?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wall behind the blond man cracked, and Li Banfeng used the skill of cutting off the path to open a passage.

When Li Banfeng rushed to the back of the blond man, a ball of cement suddenly fell from the air and tightly wrapped Li Banfeng's body.

Li Banfeng struggled hard in the cement, and the blond man laughed and said, "Do you want to use the technique of passing through the wall, or the technique of changing your steps?
I can tell you responsibly that these two techniques are useless.

This is not the first time we met in Yanlou Village. Do you think we won't make targeted preparations for you? You are too naive. Now is the time for you to pay the price for your arrogance. "

The blond man made a pinching motion with his right hand, which was very cool and yet very oppressive.

The cement compressed rapidly and then solidified, crushing Li Banfeng's body.

puff!
The blood splattered on the blond man's face, it tasted fishy and sweet.

It's understandable that it's fishy, ​​but why is it so sweet?
The blond man didn't quite understand. He found that the blood flowing from "Li Banfeng" was not red, but white, with a unique fragrance.

This is the taste of cantaloupe...

Li Banfeng smiled and said, "It tastes wrong, doesn't it? How do you like it?"

puff!
The Tang sword swung down, leaving a cut on the blond man's body, and blood gushed out.

This time the taste is right.

The blond man covered his wound and controlled a mass of cement-like paste to attack Li Banfeng.

It was not difficult for Li Banfeng to dodge as the cement was not moving very fast.

"Ah, ah ah ah!" Chu Zikai sang a melody, trying to control Li Banfeng's actions.

Song Qianhun summoned five ghost servants to help Chu Zikai sing harmony, drowning out his voice without a trace.

After dodging a round of cement attacks from the blond man, Li Banfeng quickly approached and slashed at the blond man with his knife one after another.

Why must we use a knife? Why not use technique?
Because Li Banfeng saw the old man's characteristics.

This blond man is very good at making walls and cement. In a relatively closed environment, it is not appropriate to use the strategy of "rushing around" or "traveling all the way" to deal with such an enemy. If you are not careful, you will be stopped by the blond old man's techniques.

In this situation, it is most cost-effective to chop with a knife. Li Banfeng took a sickle, a Tang sword, and a pendulum, and kept chopping at the blond old man.

The old man was covered in wounds, and he couldn't find a gap to perform his skills.

"Let's, let's talk first. We can give you this injured demon for free..." Under the blade, the blond old man was negotiating with difficulty.

Li Banfeng's knife never stopped: "It's not enough to just hurt the evil spirits, can you afford to sacrifice your lives?"

"It's my bad luck..."

"That's not negotiable."

Chu Zikai wanted to come over to rescue the old man, but Song Qianhun didn't give him a chance.

Song Qianhun has many martial artists under his command, all of whom are good at using swords, and they can use any weapon they pick up as a sword.

The two sides fought fiercely, leaving a lot of bricks and tiles on the ground. More than a dozen ghost servants picked up the broken bricks and tiles and besieged Chu Zikai.

Chu Zikai changed his tune and sang the song he was most familiar with, "Guokui".

The killing power of this "Guokui" is not small. The five voice-cultivating ghost servants under Song Qianhun sang together, but they could not resist it. The martial arts ghost servants were too close to Song Qianhun, and their figures gradually blurred. Under the damage of the voice-cultivating skills, their souls were somewhat unstable. Li Banfeng wanted to use the voice-cultivating skills to make Chu Zikai sing out of tune, but the blond old man was not easy to deal with. He created a wall in a very short time and tried to take Chu Zikai away to escape.

Li Banfeng did not dare to be distracted. He passed through the wall, took the magic weapon, and continued to fight with the old man.

Chu Zikai opened his throat and sang with the voice of hundreds of people. The melody was ever-changing and the rhythm was uneven. He was ready to defeat all of Song Qianhun's ghost servants.

The wire earrings blocked Li Banfeng's ears with smoke, allowing Li Banfeng to resist for a while.

On the dance floor, the audience attending the banquet were suffering. Through the passage opened by Li Banfeng, everyone could hear Chu Zikai's singing.

Those with low cultivation levels started bleeding from their ears and fell into coma during the singing.

Those with higher cultivation levels went crazy during the singing and started fighting with the people around them.

Chi Huiyi held her men's heads and bit off the ear of a guard.

Kim Sun-young was lucky because Lee Ban-bong threw her out of the dance floor before he took action, giving her a chance to escape.

The rest of the people didn't even have the thought of escaping, they were all tortured to death by Chu Zikai's sound cultivation skills.

But Chu Zikai’s purpose was not to torture them, his purpose was to defeat the powerful Nightmare Cultivator in front of him.

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He didn't know the origin of this Nightmare Cultivator, but he knew that his Thousand Sounds Soul-stealing Technique was enough to destroy all of a Nightmare Cultivator's ghost servants.

Without his ghost servant, the Nightmare Cultivator no longer poses any threat, and Chu Zikai is sure to win this battle.

"I am your Guokui. Even if you forget everything about me, please don't forget that familiar fragrance..." The more Chu Zikai sang, the more heroic his voice became. It seemed like a love song was turned into a war song by him.

Song Qianhun did not make any special response. He released ten ghost servants to sing with Chu Zikai.

"Sprinkle a handful of chopped green onions to commemorate the end of our love,
The chopped green onions remain on the roots of your teeth, just like your pungent sincerity!"

These ghost servants changed the lyrics, and the changes were very meaningful.

Chu Zikai was stunned for a moment. He didn’t care about these people’s tampering with the lyrics. What he cared about was the penetrating power of the song, or to be more precise, the penetrating power of the technique.

The ten new ghost servants sent out by Song Qianhun all have sound cultivation techniques. Are they all sound cultivators?

How could a Nightmare Cultivator have so many ghost servants under him?
Chu Zikai raised the volume to cover up the ghost servant's voice again.

Song Qianhun sent another group of ghost servants.

Not counting the martial artists who besieged Chu Zikai, there were fifty ghost servants present. These fifty ghost servants all had voice cultivation skills, and they drowned Chu Zikai's singing in the waves of sound.

This is impossible.

How many ghost servants can a nightmare cultivator control? This man summoned fifty ghost servants, all from the same door, which was obviously beyond Chu Zikai's comprehension.

Song Qianhun said expressionlessly: "Big singer, let's make a bet to see whether my ghost servant is stronger or your cultivation is stronger!"

Chu Zikai raised his voice, interspersed with words: "With just these few ghost servants, you want to gamble with me? You think too highly of yourself."

"Are these not enough?" Song Qianhun sent out another twenty voice-cultivating ghost servants to sing with Chu Zikai.

Chu Zikai's singing almost choked him. How many voice repairs did he have?

Song Qianhun said: "Isn't that enough? I still have more!"

After saying this, he sent out another twenty voice repairmen to continue singing.

Chu Zikai choked, but he couldn't hear his own singing because the singing from the other side was too loud.

Song Qianhun said: "Let's bet till the end today, no one can leave!"

He released another twenty voice-cultivating ghost servants.

Song Qianhun's fighting method was as brutal as his quotation method. He used the singing of these 110 ghost servants to completely drown out Chu Zikai's singing.

Li Banfeng, who was standing nearby, was also very surprised. He was carefully comparing the strengths of Song Qianhun and Gui Jianchou.

Song Qianhun is still a local god, and Gui Jianchou's cultivation has exceeded the scope of a local god. Logically speaking, Gui Jianchou's strength is above Song Qianhun's.

But can Gui Jianchou produce a hundred voice-cultivating ghost servants? Can he do it?
How many ghost servants does Song Qianhun have?

Could it be a thousand?
Drowning Chu Zikai's singing, Song Qianhun still did not change his tactics. He called out a hundred or so martial arts ghost servants to besiege Chu Zikai.

The tactic is so simple, but it really works!

Song Qianhun has too much capital!
Chu Zikai's sound cultivation skills were completely neutralized and he was trapped in a tight siege. He had no better strategy to deal with the situation and was hacked all over by the martial artists. His consciousness gradually became blurred and he soon lost his fighting ability.

Song Qianhun murmured, "Small bets may not make money, but big bets never lose money, and high-stakes bets never fail. Today I will show you my true ability."

The blond old man was also injured by Li Banfeng, and his injuries were serious. In this situation, he could only use all the gifts given to him by the gods and use the most powerful means.

He used a knife to cut off his left hand from the shoulder down.

The arm fell to the ground and instantly turned into a ball of mud.

This is a sacrificial ritual. Li Banfeng has seen similar methods in the files of the Dark Star Bureau.

The silt became more and more, and accumulated layer by layer, and soon turned into a blue-black castle.

Although it is said to be a real castle, it seems a little small, only two meters high and five meters wide, and about three meters deep from front to back.

But if you say this is a model, it is a bit too big.

And this was definitely not an illusion. The huge castle broke through the entire side hall and slowly broke through the roof of the ballroom.

The castle lowered the drawbridge, opened the gate, and a surge of power poured out.

Li Banfeng and Chu Zikai retreated at the same time. Although they did not receive any reminders of the skills to avoid danger and seek good fortune, this is the risk-avoidance instinct of a master.

This force failed to suck away Li Banfeng and Song Qianhun, but sucked Chu Zikai and the blond old man in together.

Li Banfeng wanted to chase into the castle, but Song Qianhun stopped him: "Don't be reckless, this castle is too evil. If we enter the castle, we will definitely suffer."

Li Banfeng also gradually sensed the danger in the castle, but he didn't want to let Chu Zikai go.

While he was still thinking about how to attack the castle, the castle closed the gate, pulled up the drawbridge, and there were layers of flames protecting the city walls.

Under the scorching flames, the city wall began to harden slowly.

Song Qianhun discovered the other party's purpose: "They are going to escape!"

Li Banfeng took out a music box and played a Western lullaby from the last century. The soft tune and the unique timbre of the music box slowly extinguished the flames around the city wall, and the hardening speed of the city wall quickly slowed down.

This is a method of sleep cultivation. The music box was not able to make Chu Zikai and the blond old man fall asleep, but it successfully made the mud castle fall asleep.

At the same time, Song Qianhun sent out thirty engineering puppets, who were now dismantling the castle. A section of the northern wall had already been demolished.

The blond old man guarding the castle hoped that the castle would wake up as soon as possible, but he alone was not strong enough: "Child, you have to help me, we have to help move this castle together."

Chu Zikai said with difficulty: "How can I help you? I don't know how to move this castle."

"You don't need to know the method. You just need to help me do one thing. Concentrate your mind and use your thoughts to help this castle and avoid the control of the sleeper."

Chu Zikai tried to concentrate, but as his blood was lost, his mind became more and more scattered, and he gradually fell into a semi-comatose state.

This way, he couldn't provide any help to the blond old man.

Under Song Qianhun's control, the engineering ghost servant had dug through half of the castle, and Chu Zikai's figure emerged from the castle.

The blond old man whispered in Chu Zikai's ear: "Goodbye, kid."

The castle broke into two pieces, one of which remained where it was, and the other suddenly disappeared.

The blond old man concentrated all his strength on half of the castle, and the castle moved much faster.

After such a long period of exploration, Li Banfeng came to a conclusion that no matter in the Pure Land or other states, it is impossible for things to disappear out of thin air.

The so-called disappearance means being visually invisible. There are many reasons for this. It may be due to the use of sleight of hand, or it may be because the opponent's speed is so fast that it is beyond the range of vision, or it may be because the opponent has entered an invisible space or even a dark dimension.

Li Banfeng scanned the area with his sharp eyes and did not see the castle, which basically ruled out the possibility that the other party was using a trick.

As for the other party's particularly fast speed, this is not true. This castle is a physical entity. Such a large physical object moving at high speed will definitely have a serious impact on the surrounding things. The most intuitive manifestation is knocking down buildings along the way.

Since it is neither an illusion nor a fast speed, it proves that they are hiding in a certain space.

Li Banfeng wanted to use the Green Water Beggar's bowl to check, but the timing was not right because Song Qianhun was still here.

He dragged the unconscious Chu Zikai out of half the castle, took a pill from the ghost servant, and stuffed it into Chu Zikai's mouth.

After taking the pill, Chu Zikai quickly regained consciousness, but he could not use any techniques and his body could only move within a small range.

Over on the dance floor, many guests were still fighting with each other, the residual power of the sound repair technique had not yet dissipated.

Li Banfeng retracted his skill of cutting off the path and making way for it. The wall between the side hall and the dance floor "healed" and the passage disappeared.

Song Qianhun brought Chu Zikai to Li Banfeng and asked, "Do you want this person?"

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "Yes, I came here just for him."

"Since you want it, give me the money and I'll give you the goods." Song Qianhun stretched out his hand towards Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng didn't quite understand and said politely, "Senior, name a price."

"Don't play dumb!" Song Qianhun said angrily, "Where are my things?"

Li Banfeng then remembered that what Song Qianhun wanted was not money, but pants.

He quickly took out his shorts from his pocket and handed them to Song Qianhun: "Do you still want that box?"

Song Qianhun shook his head and said, "Don't take the box. I'll give Boss Chang some compensation later. It's not easy for him."

As he spoke, Song Qianhun looked at Shui Yongquan and sighed, "Why did it become like this?"

Li Banfeng said: "He used the technique of cleansing his mind and cleansing his thoughts to erase his own memory. I don't know if he can be saved."

Song Qianhun untied the chains on Shui Yongquan. Without the restraints, Shui Yongquan instinctively moved his joints.

"There is still a way." Just this one action gave Song Qianhun some hope. "It's not so clean. There should be a way to get it back. Lao Shui is a smart man. He should leave a way out for himself."

"If I can get my memory back, can I also get my cultivation back?"

"There is a chance, but..." Song Qianhun was silent for a moment, he had something to say but didn't say it directly.

Li Banfeng asked, "Are you afraid that the spring water will implicate you?"

"I can't say that I've been implicated, but you know the territory of Tiemenbao, and you also know the people here. I can't let too many people target me."

Li Banfeng understood what Song Qianhun meant.

The area of ​​Tiemenbao connects Pro Province and other states.

The people of Tiemenbao are too simple and honest, and those who can fight are a group of home-based cultivators who have very little contact with the outside world.

If Song Qianhun wants to defend Tiemenbao, he must keep a low profile.

"Senior, don't worry, leave Brother Shui's affairs to me, I will place him in a suitable place."

Song Qianhun nodded slightly: "You and I do get along well, but there are some things that I am still worried about."

Li Banfeng said, "Senior, I will never reveal what happened today, nor will I reveal the matter of the pants. If you are really worried, let's have a bet here, and I will try my best to lose to you."

Song Qianhun was not happy: "That's not nice to hear, what do you mean by trying your best to lose to me, is it that difficult?
Let’s not gamble anymore. I really appreciate our fate. Let’s become brothers.”

Li Banfeng patted his chest and said, "Qianhun, I recognize you as my brother. From now on, I will be your real brother!"

"Why do you call me brother? How old are you? I'm not kidding you, this is a formal sworn brotherhood."

"Okay, you be the elder brother," Li Banfeng looked around, "I don't have anything prepared."

Song Qianhun said: "I have prepared it. I have incense, candles and yellow paper."

The two men swore an oath of brotherhood on the spot.

Song Qianhun took his shorts and left Yanlou Village, feeling much more relieved.

The dice cup was a little puzzled: "What do you think? Being brothers with such a junior? If people knew about this, wouldn't they laugh their heads off?"

"Are you laughing at me?" Song Qianhun snorted. "I may not win from small bets, but I never lose from big bets. I never lose from high-stakes bets. This brother knows that I will not lose. Who is the best gambler? Let's wait and see!"

After Song Qianhun left, Li Banfeng took out the bowl and tried to probe the dark space around him, but the bowl did not respond.

Could it be an invisible space? Maybe we can find out with Lao Luo's equipment.

Chu Zikai, who had been sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes and prepared to use his skills.

Li Banfeng stepped on his mouth and opened the door of Suishenju: "Save some strength, don't rush to speak, I still have a lot of things to ask you."

PS: Where should the water fountain be placed?

Thanks to the alliance leader sskqg for his strong support. Sala would like to pay his respects here.

(End of this chapter)