I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 166 Betting on All Spirit Crystals
'Chop off the legs'

'Place your bets, place your bets'

'Win win win win 'em! '

High or low whispers echoed in Mi Bayue's ears, but in fact, there was no one around her.These voices scrambled to get into her ears, get into her brain, and pollute her soul.

However, no matter how crazy and irritable they are, they still have no way out, they can only circle around Mi Bayue's body like annoying flies.

Annoying is really annoying, but Mi August will not be affected by this annoying mind.

Compared with the mental stress caused by incarnation of the Yin God in Lingzhou, this level of noise outside the mind is nothing at all.

"I'm not interested in winning these thighs." Mi August politely declined the dealer's invitation.

Dealer: "..."

The gamblers around the gaming table all looked at Mi Augustue.

A pair of crazy eyes with red eyes focused on Mi August.

"Why don't you place a bet?" The disciple, who had just lost a thigh and lacked both hands on his upper body, said grimly.

Another person went on to say: "Put your legs up, no one can hold back!"

"Bang—" the gambling table was slapped hard by a disciple, and he cursed at Mi August impatiently: "Hurry up! Hurry up and place your bets, everyone is waiting for the opening!"

The croupier also said: "All bets can be opened, girl, everyone is waiting for you."

As soon as these words came out, the gazes staring at her became even more ferocious.Some of them have already cast spells, and there are signs that she will be attacked by all members if she doesn't place a bet.

Mi Bayue and the croupier looked at each other, the croupier pointed at the sieve cup with his finger, again and again, until he finished pointing with five fingers, he switched to the other hand.

The atmosphere became more and more solemn with each passing second, and the croupier's eyes became more and more greedy.

Mi August approached the gaming table.

The croupier paused, then stared at her thigh with malicious intent.

Mi August opened the book of good and evil, took out a centipede-like trick from inside, broke one from the trick with more than a dozen legs, and put it on the gaming table.

"Let's open the market." Mi August raised her head and said to the croupier.

At this moment, the croupier's eyebrows could squeeze a mosquito to death, and it stared at Mi Bayue in shock and anger, and the veins in the hand holding the sieve cup were swollen.

Even though she was so angry but didn't make a move, Mi Bayue understood that her behavior was within the rules.

"The minimum bet is one leg." She smiled.

The croupier stared at Mi August with a serious look of "I remember you", and shouted hoarsely: "Buy and leave! Open—"

The sieve cup was opened, and the five sieves inside were still spinning in circles. Look carefully where there are sieves, and there are obviously five eyeballs.

They whirled and collided, one by one shattering, and for a moment the last was left to survive.

The dealer squinted.

In the hand holding the cup, the nail of one finger extended suddenly, and it was about to poke the eyeball.

"Tong——" it grinned, and when it was about to say the word 'kill'.

The sharp nails were cut and fell to the ground by the shadow, and at the same time, the only remaining eyeball stopped turning and stayed on the table steadily.

The croupier's face froze with a smile, and then trembled with anger.

It turns its eyes over the faces of all the gamblers, and finally stays on Mi August's face.

Mi August pointed to the small circle where she placed her bet, "Should I win?"

The dealer stared at her, "One, small!"

"Win, win!"

"Ah! Come again!"

"Why not big!?"

The noisy shouts were mixed with laughter and anger, and the disciples around were no different from the gamblers in the ordinary gambling house.

Mi August saw that the thigh wound of the winning disciple healed automatically, as if he had never been injured before, while the losing disciple was still missing, and the blood from the wound continued to flow. According to this flow rate, if he did not bandage to stop the bleeding, it would be fine. The spiritual physique is far superior to that of ordinary people, and it can't last long.

As one of the winners, Mi August got back her trick leg, and also gained a thigh of unknown origin.

She didn't have a habit of taking people's thighs, and after asking who it belonged to, she returned the thighs to the other party.

"What do you want to bet?" As the master of the thigh, the male disciple asked Mi Bayue mechanically.

Mi August: "No gambling."

The male disciple's expression was confused for a moment, and then he said angrily: "Why don't you gamble!"

Mi August ignored her, turned around and left.

"Guest." A woman dressed as a maid stopped her way, "Guest, don't rush away. You are not interested in thighs, there are always other things you are interested in here."

Mi August didn't intend to leave like this, but this ghost obviously didn't know what she was thinking, and was trying his best to keep her.

"I'll make a bet with the guest. The bet is that the guest will not dare to go in." The maid with a dead face showed a smile that she thought was very kind, and pointed in a direction in the room, "The bet is up to the guest."

This bet is equivalent to giving away-as long as you go in, you can get the bet you want.

This is also a clear temptation to lure out the greed in your heart.

As long as you have a little bit of greed, you will be stimulated to the maximum by the power of certain rules.

The maid was still tempting, "Think about it, whether it is cultivation, spells, memory, body, everything, as long as you have it, you can use it as a bet."

Mi August's expression moved.

The maid smiled with satisfaction, her eyes seemed to be watching the larva that was thrown into the spider web automatically.

Mi August said as she wished: "Then bet on all the spiritual crystals we each have now."

Maid: "..."

All the spirit crystals they own?
It sounds fine at first glance, but as a monster whose rules are gambling, it can grasp the twists and turns of the bet in an instant.

The handmaiden is not a separate entity, it is part of the strange story.

Once this bet is established, the bet falls on the ghost story itself.

Except Mi Augustue herself, no one knows how many spirit crystals she has in all her so-called spirit crystals.

It's not a fair bet.

But it doesn't matter.

The prey has already taken the bait, just waiting for her to walk in...

In the end, those who output will win back.

The maid nodded, "Okay."

Get in, get in.

Mi August didn't move, and asked again: "Will the bet be delivered immediately?"

A moment of impatient ferocity appeared on the maidservant's face, "Of course, guest."

Only then did Mi August turn around and walk towards the small door it was pointing at.

A gloomy gaze fixed on her back, until she crossed the threshold, the owner of the gaze turned into ecstasy.

"Welcome to the guest room!"

The beautiful woman in palace attire holding a cigarette pole said charmingly to Mi Augustue, "Guests, sit down quickly."

After saying this, Mi Bayue felt an irresistible force of rules suppressing her to move forward.

I saw a square card table in front of me, and the woman in palace costume was sitting on one of the seats.

There are already people on the left and right of it, a bald old man on the left, and a young man in the uniform of Duer Academy on the right.

Under the power of the rules, Mi August sat opposite to the woman in palace attire.

(End of this chapter)