Wei Chaoyang didn't know why, "This luck is already in my hands, why should I agree to compete with you again? Do you think I am so stupid?"

Qiu Yueying pointed at the top of her head and said: "I have used my destiny to bet for thousands of times. If I lose again this time, I will give you my destiny!"

When Old Man Li heard this, he immediately stabbed Wei Chaoyang and whispered: "This lucky number was sold in Paris the year before last, and the transaction price was 300,000 US dollars!"

Wei Chaoyang didn't listen to him at all, and said seriously to Qiu Yueying: "Sister Qiu, you can't beat me, and you have lost your luck. I will not regret taking the medicine when the time comes. Although this is good luck, it certainly cannot be compared with

With your fortune ratio, why do you bother?"

There is a big difference between luck and luck. Isn't it a bit cunning to bet on luck?

When he untied the thread just now, he tried the strength of the silver thread, and it was too weak to be worth mentioning. He didn't know how the two of them could be so tired that they couldn't live anymore, but Qiu Yueying wanted to rely on the silver thread to take away his luck.

To grab it from my hand is simply wishful thinking.

Although Wei Chaoyang is a poor student and his pocket is cleaner than his face, he has always believed that a gentleman loves money and gets it wisely, and he can earn this kind of money.

After saying that, he ignored Old Man Li who kept poking him, turned around and left.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Yueying suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

After shouting, he suddenly pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist.

Wei Chaoyang felt that this woman was simply unreasonable, and said sincerely: "Sister, I am 1.82 meters tall, weigh 161 kilograms, and have a body fat rate of 18%. I have learned Sanda and can punch 292 kilograms. I am in college.

I have won a place in a provincial competition before and am a serious national second-level warrior. I once beat eight skewers at a food stall in the middle of the night. Are you sure you want to fight with me?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward.

Wei Chaoyang was tall and broad, with steady steps and a sullen face. Coupled with the bonus of his status as a transporter, the pressure he took this step forward was like a torrent, almost suffocating Qiu Yueying, and he couldn't help but retreat six times in a row.

It took him seven steps to barely stand still.

The majestic and powerful music suddenly sounded, making the tall and mighty Wei Chaoyang even more extraordinary, as if he was a god descending from heaven.

Damn it, it’s not over yet, right?

Wei Chaoyang turned his head and glared at Old Man Li, wanting to hit him.

"There is a phone call!" Old Man Li quickly pressed the phone and ran to answer the call.
Chapter completed!