Being fooled!

Although the latter did not hurt, the indescribable sorrow conveyed by his body made him instinctively bent down and unable to move.

The archer raised his leg and kicked him in the forehead, causing him to flip back. As soon as He Xin hit a wave, the archer was unstable and fell to the ground because of his excessive force.

Yan Sanlang had moved over step by step, picked up Judge Cui's weapon, and took a knife and fell down with his hand.

The victory or defeat is here.

The blade had just fallen halfway, and the archer opened his eyes wide, stared at him and shouted: "Yan Xiaosan!"

Yan Sanlang was startled and the sword stopped abruptly.

No matter which world he is in, there is only one person who will call him like this:

Thousand years.

Is this archer Chitose?

Is it really a thousand years old?

No wonder her way of making moves looks very familiar.

Originally, he and Qiansui had agreed to compete in real terms and would never report their own identity, but at this time, he still hesitated.

This knife will fall or not?

Qiansui looked at him and smiled.

Although she was still attached to a man, Yan Sanlang saw the joy and cunning in her eyes.

She said to him, "I won."

how……?

These four words made Yan Sanlang shocked, but she saw her intact right hand raising her, holding the wooden crossbow in her hand!

The crossbow that had just been knocked out fell here. She fell down just to pick up the weapon again.

Qiansui's movements were so fast that Yan Sanlang couldn't see how she used one hand to hold an arrow.

But he knew that the advantage of this weapon was that it could shoot with one hand.

Before she finished speaking, she pressed the machine.

With a "snatch" sound, the arrow penetrated Su Lingwen's throat, and it was exactly the same.

At this time, he was trying hard to escape from the pile of Mu Du's corpses, but he did not expect this disaster to come.

Yan Sanlang sighed and the tip of the knife hanged down.

Things have come to this point and I can't turn the world back.

He closed his eyes and everything around him became blurred.

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Yan Sanlang stood up.

There are crowds of people in front of you, there is a wailing in your ears, and there is a cheer, and the mixture is mixed together to form a variety of things in the world.

Some people win and some lose, some people are happy and some are sad.

Several players of his own camp surrounded him were full of regrets: "Why didn't you slash the last knife?"

"Oh, I missed it, missed it!"

Some guests looked at Yan Sanlang with anger, as they seemed to blame him for losing money for himself, but they didn't dare to do anything in Qianhong Villa.

If you want to change this to an ordinary casino, you may be retaliated afterwards.

Jin Yu squeezed in front of him and said regretfully: "Don't pay attention to these idiots... It's just a little bit too late. It's such a pity for the young master!"

The chips he bet on were wasted, and he would have to vote for his wife if he had known.

However, he turned around and saw Qiansui on the side open his eyes, and quickly changed his words: "But the wife has become the final winner, which is also excellent! At least the wealth will not fall into the fields of outsiders."

Qiansui heard this and spat: "Who did you learn from? How could you change your mind with Feng?"

Jin Yu laughed dryly, hehe.

Qiansui turned to Yan Sanlang, and when he saw him expressionless, he felt slightly swaying: "Yan Xiaosan, are you okay?"

"Very good." The boy stood up. The crowd on the opposite side scattered, revealing Bai Ye behind him.

Asura smiled at him.

Although it looks completely different from the one in the game, the meaning in this smile seems to be completely consistent.

Yan Sanlang also smiled at him, making him even more provocative and more joking.

Drunk dog, hey!

In the middle of the second floor of the Fair Hall, Mrs. Qianhong announced in a stern voice: "The game of 'Rain Night Battle Royale' has ended, and the winner is the officers and soldiers camp. Congratulations to these thirty warriors, they will get all their opponents' chips and participate in the share of the bonus pool bet!"

If the officers and soldiers win, they will get the chips that the bandits camp will invest in the game. Of course, this is just a small amount for them, and the real big end is the total amount in the bonus pool.

The official statistics have been made, "The final number of bets is 32,211."

Qiansui hissed softly and smiled: "So much?"

The large number of participants means there are also many chips in the bonus pool.

Now there are crowds of people by the pool of bonuses, and there are all guests who come to cash out.

As soon as Chitose and others squeezed in, they heard a guest dissatisfied: "The number is wrong, please recalculate it for me!"

The maid smiled, but what she said made him even more angry: "This guest has been confirmed, and it will be the same if it counts a few more times."

"I won the lifespan of ten years after betting, at least it should double it?" The man glared and said, "Why only give me 11 years and 5 months of lifespan!"

The life span of capital and interest is eleven years and five months, of which the cost accounts for ten years, and only seventeen months are truly winning. He bets with the risk of reducing his life for ten years. In theory, high risks should have high returns. How can he get it?

The maid's expression remained unchanged: "The odds in the officers and soldiers' camp were originally relatively low, with 21,000 bets. The money in the lottery pool had to be divided into 30 winners in the game, and the villa also drew a little handling fee from it."

The man was still dissatisfied: "That can't be so few!"

He didn't know what the algorithm was, but he felt it was wrong.

"Wait." The maid paused for a while before speaking again, "A guest placed a heavy bet in the officers and soldiers' camp. When finally calculating the income, they would take up the majority."

"High bet?" the man asked, "How heavy is it?"

"There are guests betting on cultivation for four hundred years." The maid looked into the color pool, "Among human distinguished guests, the maximum bet on life span is 240 years."

"This?" The man looked shocked, not knowing what to say. Those who can bet on four hundred years of cultivation in one breath must be no human being; he was curious, who could live to bet on a 240-year-old man, and how could he have such a courage to bet on it?

When Yan Sanlang heard this, his face changed slightly.

No matter how strong the cultivation level is, it is difficult for the stranger to live beyond 150 years old unless there is another strange fate. However, the average life of ordinary humans is only thirty-seven, and it is said that life is rare in seventy years. This is a reflection of how difficult the world is.

There are too few humans who can live for more than 200 years, and even fewer people dare to take the gambling life with Yushou. Yan Sanlang subconsciously was on the scene, looking for a familiar figure.

Well, I found it, and the man is coming here:

Zhuang Nanjia seemed not to feel his attention and walked straight to another maid: "I am Zhuang Nanjia, I will cash in."

He really won.

The maid looked at the Caitan: "Do you give it to you now? The number is a bit too large, I'm afraid it's too heavy. You can replace it with large chips later. Is it necessary?"

"So considerate." Zhuang Nanjia said happily, "Then I'll come back later."
Chapter completed!