Qiansui settled his footsteps all at once.

There was a gambling table beside her. When Jin Yu was talking, she also looked at the table, but found that the biggest highlight here - the Golden Libra, was broken into two or three pieces!

So the table was empty and no gamblers were willing to approach it.

If the golden libra is broken, then the magic bet trading cannot be carried out.

She went to pay attention to the surrounding gambling tables and found that some of the golden scales could not even be fixed on the shape and directly broke into a pool of gold powder, while others had cracked several cracks on the scales, either thick or thin.

Of course, no one uses such a Libra, so who knows whether it still works.

There are also golden scales that are still intact. Qiansui glanced at him and found that 40% of them could still be used.

Everyone understands that Mrs. Qianhong and the villa share weal and woe, and the connection between them is too close.

From this point of view, Mrs. Qianhong's injuries were so severe that it could not be concealed, far exceeding Qiansui's estimate.

Jin Yu lowered the volume again: "Madam, I also feel that the number of attendants seems to be less."

Originally, there were many eunuchs in the Fair Hall, and the ratio to VIPs was basically one to two. But now, Chitose looked at the first floor and saw only more than twenty servants.

With this quantity alone, it is difficult to maintain order.

There are also VIP Tour Company at the gambling table, but only two or three tables were really used to gamble, and there were many spectators standing around.

Obviously, the VIPs were worried.

She heard several couples of guests quarrel, all of whom were playing games at the gambling table when they were unexpectedly abruptly. At that time, the dealer had no time to make a decision, and the dispute over winning or losing began.

For Mrs. Qianhong, this is a big trouble.

Once the order of Qianhong Villa cannot be maintained, her personal credibility will plummet.

For humans and for all guests with weaker cultivation, the dangers of Qianhong Villa are probably increasing.

Qiansui saw several humans walking out of the main entrance of the Fair Hall with their servants. Looking at the direction they were walking, probably to the valley, preparing to follow the original path to leave this six-way intersection.

Those who cannot withstand the turmoil will naturally develop the desire to retreat.

Then, she saw the Sea God envoy.

This man actually stood at the gambling table in the corner, betting against a VIP from a hungry ghost, with a leisurely expression.

Its eyes turned just around and looked at Chitose.

Both sides sensed deep malice.

The Sea God smiled at her, raised her hand to her neck, and made a throat-cutting position.

The threat is very strong.

It hasn't taken action yet, but it's just afraid of Mrs. Qianhong. Of course, after staying in the desolate world for many years, when he returns to the rich and noble land, anyone must enjoy it. What's more, the Sea God's messenger who had been a master of the hidden sea country for countless years must be proficient in the way of enjoyment.

Since you are back, it’s not too late to have fun first and then do it.

Once the owner here becomes weaker...

Qiansui licked her lips. Haha, her cultivation level is approaching, and Yan Xiaosan is also brave and diligent, why fear?

"Take me to find Yan Xiaosan."

Jinyu took her to the small garden.

This is the place where Tao Hu and others plotted against Mrs. Qianhong. Qiansui waited in the garden for a long time, but the sea god envoy followed him. Then he walked to the material room and left Jinyu to guard it outside.

...

Yan Sanlang closed the door and walked to Jia Baoshan.

The man's eyes followed his movements, staring for a moment without a moment.

Yan Sanlang felt that he was very nervous and seemed to be a little hesitant.

Why?

"We went back and forth to another world, but we didn't see Mrs. He's soul." Yan Sanlang said to him, "Although we were not going to the world of 'Activated Fire Melting City', I always feel that Mrs. He's soul was not thrown into the game, right?"

Jiabaoshan stared at him without saying a word.

"The loopholes in Mrs. Qianhong's game are actually not that big." Yan Sanlang walked around him, "If Mrs. He's soul was not lost in the game, then most of it is still in Qianhong Villa. What do you think?"

Jiabaoshan still didn't say anything.

"Last time you followed me..."

Jia Baoshan suddenly interrupted: "The hatred between me and you is as deep as the sea, and thousands of fellow tribes die at your hands! Just kill me, don't even think about getting a clue from me!"

Yan Sanlang was stunned instead when he was so righteous.

Is Jiabaoshan a person who is more than a shattered person? When did it start?

"I'll ask you again, where is Mrs. He's remnant soul?" He frowned, "If you can't answer, you can ask for kindness and get kindness."

Jiabaoshan asked replies without answering: "Yan Shichu, you said you didn't go to the world of 'Activated Fire Melting City', so where did you go?"

Yan Sanlang stared at him: "Do you know?"

"You can come back, which is beyond my expectations." Jia Baoshan's expression was not only unexpected, but he seemed a little disappointed. But the ghost wanted him to die, which was not surprising at all. "Looking at you being furious, who made you so embarrassed?"

"Who?" Yan Sanlang said lightly: "How do you know it's an individual?"

Jiabaoshan slowly leaned on the back of the chair: "Let's not play the puzzle anymore. Has Lord Hai returned?"

As expected, Yan Sanlang had no expression on his face: "Even the Sea God Envoy knew the exact location of his in the void, otherwise it would have been back long ago. How do you know in advance which world it has wandered to?"

"I really don't know this." Jia Baoshan was very sincere, "You should ask Zhuang Nanjia."

"In my opinion, neither you nor Zhuang Nanjia have such skills." Yan Sanlang thought for a while, "Where is the leader of all ghosts now?"

Jiabaoshan spread his hands and said nothing.

What's wrong? Yan Sanlang remembered that last time this guy came to the door by himself, but he couldn't finish talking like a bamboo tube pouring beans. There were no outsiders in the room now, and even to facilitate his questioning, Mrs. Qianhong's maid also avoided the door.

There are only two of them in this preparation room.

Why is his performance so strange? Yan Sanlang originally wanted to ask the question, but now he doesn't ask.

At this time, the door of the material preparation room was knocked twice and then pushed open from the outside.

Qiansui walked in.

"Can you find some useful news?"

Yan Sanlang shook his head: "This guy's mouth suddenly tighter than the clam shell."

Qiansui stared at him and suddenly burst into laughter: "Your face is all spent."

Yan Sanlang had just returned from the crater. He suffered one by one, and his face was covered in black and gray. He was sweating again when he moved quickly, and now his face was almost palette.

Fortunately, he has a strong facial features and can withstand such a smoky and fire, but he is actually quite tough.

Qiansui took out a white towel, dipped it in the basin in the corner, and wiped it off the dust on his face.

Once wiped, the towel turned black.

Yan Sanlang took the scarf and said, "I'll do it myself."
Chapter completed!