Burning Heaven Dragon Emperor

Chapter 163
Outside the casino, Ye Xuan's voice came faintly, "Master! Why do you want so many bank notes? No!"

Ye Xuan now takes the bank note in her hand more seriously, because Han Xiao once said that this is the "milk powder money" for their future children!

If you lose 1 to 10 taels, it will be fine. If you lose a few [-] taels all of a sudden, won't you have to eat dirt in the future?

The surrounding crowd breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this kid didn't have that much money, so he probably wanted to howl and pretend to be a rich man.

Han Xiao felt depressed for a while, and shouted at Ye Xuan with a playful smile: "My dear Xuan'er, just treat it as a loan to me, and I will return it to you in a few days!"

Ye Xuan pursed her lips, and reluctantly took out the banknote. She knew that what the young master wanted to do, she would definitely do it without hesitation. How could she beat him.

"Then it's done, I have to pay it back."

After all, Ye Xuan's feet touched the ground, and her figure suddenly rose into the air. That graceful figure immediately dazzled the crowd present.

Finally, Ye Xuan locked onto Han Xiao's position in mid-air, flicked her plain hand, and shot a large stack of votes in her hand.

The martial artists around were slightly taken aback, and a hint of greed flashed in their eyes immediately.

That's 20 taels!

"Guru..."

All of a sudden, the sound of swallowing saliva can be heard endlessly.

Han Xiao stretched out his hand and was about to pick up the money. Finally, someone next to him couldn't hold back anymore. With a flash of his figure, he raised his hand and was about to grab the banknote in mid-air.

How could Han Xiao let others succeed? With a sneer, he slapped his palm in the air, only to hear a muffled groan, and the guy who shot to snatch the banknote just spit out a mouthful of blood.

The complexions of the other guys around who also wanted to make a move changed. How could they dare to make a move? With just such a slowdown, Han Xiao had already grasped the silver ticket with incomparable precision.

At the same moment, a blood mist sprinkled in the air, and everyone ran away one after another, while a wave of heat surged around Han Xiao, the blood mist evaporated instantly, and disappeared without a trace.

Everyone present was astonished, but this volleying palm has such a domineering power, and it can be done so silently, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a warrior in the Qi Condensation Realm.

From the looks of it, this young man in purple clothes who looks pitifully weak is still a hidden master!

Sure enough, the casino croupier opposite the Eight Immortals table also had a different expression, but he still maintained a calm attitude. He turned around and asked a bodyguard to deal with the unlucky guy who wanted to steal money just now, and then smiled again, "Young master, are you sure?" Do you really want to bet again?"

"That's natural." Han Xiao laughed.

"Another 20?"

"good."

"Okay!" The banker grinned, lifted the writing brush on the table very smartly, and quickly drew out another gambling ticket to issue to Han Xiao.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Han Xiao stretched out two fingers, pinched the writing brush in the opponent's hand, and said with a faint smile: "I haven't said who I'm buying, which master are you going to bet on me?"

"Ah?" The dealer was taken aback, and looked up at Han Xiao, "Why don't you want to buy Qiu Wanyun?"

"Of course not." Han Xiao showed a coquettish expression on his face, spread out the red cloth with odds written on it, pointed to the last row of small characters, and said with a smile: "I'll buy the last one, Shushan faction Head, Han Xiao!"

"Good Le!"

The banker responded habitually, and was about to draw the bill when he suddenly stopped, "Ah? Young Master, who are you talking about??"

"Shushan faction, Han Xiao!" Han Xiao's voice raised an octave, and immediately, everyone in the casino could hear it clearly.

This time, not only the dealer was taken aback, but even the martial artists who joined in the fun looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what to say.

"Han Xiao? Who is Han Xiao?"

"Damn, what the hell is this Shushan faction? I've never heard of it!"

"Damn it, is it because I'm ignorant? Another first-class sect called the Shushan Sect has emerged in our sect circle?"

……

Everyone was talking about it, but Han Xiao didn't change his face, and nodded very solemnly, "I'll buy Han Xiao from the Shushan School, and the 20 taels are all bets! Hey, what's the odds? One hundred per one ?”

The banker Gulu swallowed his saliva, and he couldn't let go of the writing brush in his hand. He didn't come back to his senses until a few drops of ink dripped on the gambling ticket from the hanging writing brush.

Finally, the banker took a deep breath, frowned, and took out a new gambling ticket cruelly. Immediately after, he collected money, issued the ticket, wrote down the odds and date, and finally printed the seal of HSBC Bank. After finishing, he handed over the ticket with a slightly trembling palm.

Han Xiao took a look at the betting ticket, and smiled with great satisfaction: "Tsk tsk tsk, 2000 million taels of silver, this time it's prosperous!"

The dealer felt a little uneasy in his heart, suddenly raised his head and said, "May I ask what your name is, Young Master?"

Han Xiao raised his eyebrows and blurted out, "Han Xiao."

"So he is Han Xiao!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is burning money, 20 taels, then you can go to the Tianxiang Building in Yujing City to prostitute for a lifetime!"

"It's probably the young master of some noble family. He created some kind of broken sect, and he came here to join in the fun."

Only then did the people around suddenly realize, and after a long time, it turned out that this is a self-righteous megalomaniac, who paid a lot of money to buy himself to win, and in the end the 20 taels must be in vain.

Han Xiao didn't bother to pay attention to these people's arguments, and squeezed out of the crowd, holding a 5 taels of gambling ticket for Qiu Wanyun in his left hand, the odds are three for one.In his right hand, he held a 20 taels of betting tickets for himself to win, and the odds were one hundred for one.

This time, the banknotes on him and Ye Xuan were basically used for betting, and he really became a "nothing" gambler.

Ye Xuantingting walked over, looked at the ticket in his hand curiously, and said with a smile: "Master, you bought 20 for yourself, do you have the confidence to win?"

"Of course." Han Xiao raised his eyebrows, stuffed the two tickets, lowered his head and cast a wink at Ye Xuan, "To win the sword for my family Xuan'er, you must go all out! Let me meet God for you Kill gods, meet Buddhas and kill Buddhas!"

Ye Xuan's little nose wrinkled slightly, and she gave him a gouging look with her beautiful eyes, "What about your Wan'er?"

"Wan'er? What Wan'er? Who is Wan'er?" Han Xiao deliberately pretended not to understand.

'snort! "Ye Xuan slapped him hard again, then raised her eyes to look at the sky.

At this moment, it was almost dusk, and smoke was rising from the town in the distance.

"My lord, let's go back and rest." Ye Xuan asked softly.

"Well, it's almost time to go back." Han Xiao nodded. In three days, the Tianque Sword Code will be officially held. You still have to hurry up and practice. One point of strength is one point of strength.

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