Yipin Danxian

Chapter 822
Wu Sheng got up to leave, Zuo Ci was drinking in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking about, he didn't care about Wu Sheng's coming in and out at all.

Liger Beast Fifteen was already waiting below, seeing Wu Sheng immediately asked: "Mr. Wu, do you want to bet on the second round of replenishment?"

Wu Sheng asked: "What's the odds for the first round? What's the total bet?"

The liger said: "One compensation is 79, and the total amount is more than 24."

This odds indicated that the bet for a bad outcome was 23, and the bet for Liu Zong was [-]. If the two sides did not change in the second round, I would have to chase at least [-].

It is impossible for the second round of supplementary bets to remain unchanged. From the noise of the gamblers on the field, they will definitely bet again. Of course, it is more likely that there will be more incomplete supplementary bets, but just to be on the safe side, In order to make the bet fight possible, I should bet more than [-].

"How many times has Zuo Ci lost in a row before?"

"This...Mr. Wu, don't make things difficult for the little demon, it's not easy to reveal."

"I know the rules, check it for me, I'm playing big, otherwise I'll go in and ask him, and he may not hide it from me."

"How big?"

"The starting point is [-]. As for how big it is, it depends on the number you inquired about. How about it? Hurry up, there is no time."

Fifteen's ears trembled immediately, and after a few breaths, he reported a number. When he reported it, even he was a little surprised: "Mr. Zuo has lost a hundred and seventy-two games in a row, and beating him is the first!" If you start betting, you haven’t won.”

"So many?" Wu Sheng was also extremely surprised.

"Yes, I lost for three full days...Mr. Wu, let's forget about it. Xiao Yao has never seen such a loss. Mr. Zuo should win once anyway." Fifteen hesitated to persuade Wu Sheng.

Wu Sheng started a fierce struggle in his heart, to fight, or not to fight?

There was not much time left for him to add notes, Wu Sheng finally gritted his teeth and made a decision.

Zuo Ci can lose one hand with 72 hands, why can't he lose one hundred and 73 hands?
One hundred 72 and one hundred 73, is there any difference?

Besides, I still have 32 on my body, so I'm afraid of a bird?Helping Yan Boqiao, Lu Tong and the others to join forces, the bet is [-] to [-], how can they be so picky when they bet?
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt relieved, just think that I failed to catalyze the Dao!

"Bet [-], it won't work!"

"This...Mr. Wu..."

"go with!"

Fifteen finally went to place a bet. Wu Sheng returned to Zuo Ci's side and tried to look at Zuo Ci's eyebrows, but he didn't see any signs of blackening. He thought to himself what happened to Zuo Ci?Why is it like this?

While thinking wildly, the results of the second round of supplementary betting were announced, the betting fight was completed, and he could end the game. The odds of winning or not were 92 to [-]!

Wu Sheng filled himself a cup, drank it slowly, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and kept comforting himself, it's only [-] yuan, so it's nothing but money, so what's the matter!
Liu Zong and Cheng Buzhou's fighting skills deeply attracted Wu Sheng, but it wasn't because of its wonderfulness and mystery. All his attention was on winning or losing.Whenever Cheng Buzhou was in danger, his heart skipped a beat, and whenever Cheng Buzhou took advantage of it, his heart skipped a beat, and he just stared at the stage for half an hour.

Finally, Cheng Buzhou successfully beheaded Liu Zong under serious injuries, Wu Sheng heaved a sigh of relief, what he saw in his eyes was the blood of the two people on Tianlu Terrace, but what he thought of in his heart was the splashing colorful stones.

Bet 46, and make a net profit of [-]!

One hundred and 73 losses in a row, I want to see how many times you lose!

Every time after that, Wu Sheng will bet at [-].

"Fifteen, let's bet on the eagle! Ten thousand..."

"Bai Hongju, ten thousand..."

"The one on the left of Tianlu Terrace, ten thousand..."

"The one on the right, ten thousand..."

Liger Fifteen wagged its tail happily, coming and going, as happy as if it had won the bet, handed the won colorful stones to Wu Sheng, then took the bet from Wu Sheng, and hurried to bet.

Until the two hundred and eleventh.

Zuo Ci got up suddenly, knocked down the table beside him, spilled drinks, melons and fruits all over the floor, he stared at the winning spirit beast on Tianlu Terrace for a long time, as if he had been pardoned.

Wu Sheng finally heaved a sigh of relief. This day and night passed, and his mental state was not right. Now he finally woke up from the trance, and his mind returned to normal, as if he went out to stretch his waist one morning.

Zuo Ci stood in a daze for a long time, then suddenly turned around, clenched his fists and shouted at Wu Sheng: "I finally won! I won!"

Wu Sheng nodded with a smile and kept nodding: "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Zuo!"

Zuo Ci lay down on the ground, ignored the spilled wine and fruits on the ground, looked at the sky and murmured: "We finally won."

Wu Sheng sat beside him and comforted him: "Yeah, it's not easy to win...Old Zuo, what's the matter with you? You lost so badly?"

Zuo Ci smiled and cried: "I found it myself, I found it myself!"

Wu Sheng said, "Let's hear it..." Turning his head, he saw that the liger and tiger Fifteen was poking its head and looking towards him. Its two paws stood up and kept making gestures. It turned out that another round of gambling was starting, and it hurriedly asked Wu Sheng. bet.

It wasn't until Wu Sheng shook his head at it, signaling that he didn't want to play anymore, that it lay down feeling lost, with its head drooping on the stone steps, quietly waiting for Wu Sheng.

Zuo Ci has already started his narration: "After fighting with Yun Jishi, I also saved a pen of colorful stones in my hand, and I was thinking about a long-term way to make money. I learned by chance that Fengshan produces strange lotus root , this is a good thing, so I planned to try this trade route, so I handed over [-] multicolored stones to Qingyao Mountain, and got the seal of Fengshan... But who knows, before the odd lotus root could be picked, it met the plowing stone. father."

"Father farming?"

"Haven't you heard of it? You haven't heard of it? You don't know the guy covered in gold? Does the beast know about fire?"

"Annoyed? Ah... this, um... cough... I know, I know."

"Gengfu is the same as Yanhuo, both of which are bad luck. The difference is that when you meet Yanhuo, you will be unlucky, and you will be unlucky after meeting Gengfu... Hey, someone from Zuo just thought about it on a whim. I ran over and took a look, wanting to see which fairy god this golden light was, but..."

Wu Sheng finally understood: "So, old Zuo, you came to Mount Wuge to spread bad luck?"

Zuo Ci said: "Ever since I met Gengfu, things have not gone well for Zuo. When I was in Fengshan, not only did I not see a single lotus root, but all kinds of bad luck happened frequently, and I almost died. I finally came back. There is no other way but to come here to spread the bad luck, and I finally won just now, which is to dissipate all the bad luck."

Wu Sheng praised: "This is a good idea, thank you for thinking of it."

Zuo Ci sighed: "The method is a good method, but the severity of the bad luck is far beyond expectations. Originally, I asked an expert to make a hexagram, and I could almost wipe out the bad luck by losing about [-] times in a row. Who knew It actually took more than two hundred times, and Zuo Mou almost lost confidence in the last dozen times... Anyway, he finally survived. Fellow Daoist Wu, thank you for your company. Call, Zuo really doesn't know how to survive..."

As he spoke, he got up and bowed deeply to Wu Sheng: "Please accept Zuo Mou's bow!"

　Thanks to Xinxitang, Shu Chi, and Daoist Tianming for their rewards, and thank you fellow Taoists for your monthly tickets and recommendation tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)