Dressed as a wicked peasant woman, she was doted on by a crippled husband

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Wen Yin lifted half of the dice cup and put it back on again.

"Why don't we change the rules?"

He tentatively opened his mouth, and he wanted to spend some more time to see if Jiang Wenzheng was bluffing him.

Jiang Wenzheng, who was sitting opposite, raised his eyebrows, motioning for him to continue.

Wen Yin took a shallow sip of wine, and continued, "Why don't we change it to a game, and keep increasing the chips until we can't hold on, and then talk about it, and ask for the extra points? What do you think?"

Su Yuanyuan, who was standing by the side, frowned. What if the old man got cheated and deliberately mentioned it like this?
She looked at Jiang Wenzheng worriedly. The man was still sitting lazily, with his long hands resting casually on the edge of the table, swaying leisurely. He was so comfortable that he couldn't see his nervousness at all.

Before Su Yuanyuan could quietly discuss with him, Jiang Wenzheng immediately agreed, "Okay!"

Wen Yin keenly caught the change in Su Yuanyuan's expression, his confidence increased, and he lowered his head and laughed.

"I'll come first, if you are the oldest, then you can take one of my legs off."

Wen Yin exposed his thick thighs, raised his hand and patted them, showing strong muscles all over his body.

Su Yuanyuan glanced at it, and couldn't help but sigh that the old man was exercising really well, and if he was in modern times, he would definitely become an Internet celebrity.

Jiang Wenzheng also raised his hand, but he pointed at Jiang Xuan who was hanging, "If you are big, take off one of his legs."

Jiang Xuan: "..."

Wen Yin thought about it again, "If you are big, I will give you all of this Black Wind Stronghold."

"If you are big, I will let you handle it."

When Jiang Wenzheng said this, it was almost the words of the scholar Wen Yin, but he glanced at the dice cup in his hand, and he hesitated when he spoke.

Speaking of this, Wen Yin laughed triumphantly. He can now conclude that the kid on the other side is trying to be brave. He wants to be more normal and pretend to be calm. He dares to bet that Jiang Wenzheng's points are definitely not as big as his!
"open!"

Wen Yin lifted the dice cup, and two six-one-five dice lay quietly on the table.

The surrounding fire was bright, and everyone present could see his points clearly.

Wen Yin took a big sip of wine boldly, and looked at Jiang Wenzheng with a chuckle in his eyes.

Jiang Xuan and Wen Shaoru, who were tied up, were dumbfounded when they saw Wen Yin's points. No wonder the old man dared to speak so harshly just now. He has strength in his feelings!

Jiang Xuan turned to look at Jiang Wenzheng, feeling at a loss.

If he loses, he will have a leg removed!
Seeing that Jiang Wenzheng still refused to open his dice, Wen Yin thought in his heart that he was petrified and did not dare to open it.

"Young man, open it!"

Jiang Wenzheng lowered his eyes and sighed imperceptibly, what a pity to lose such a leg.

The dice cup was lifted, and three red dots six lay quietly on the table.

Su Yuanyuan didn't expect it either, and said in shock, "Huh?!"

The probability of three sixes is extremely small, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Jiang Wenzheng leaned back, leaning on the back of the chair, with his hands resting on the armrests, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, looking at Wen Yin's thigh, he spoke softly, but his voice was like a ghost.

"Are you coming by yourself, or am I?"

Wen Yin couldn't believe it for the first time, he slammed the table and stood up, but there were really three sixes on Jiang Wenzheng's table.

"Impossible! Impossible!"

His eyes were wide open, and his gray eyebrows were crooked with anger.

"Aren't you kidding yourself! How can you be cheating!"

Wen Yin's old face was flushed with anger, and the veins on his head, which was as smooth as a marinated egg, were bulging. He clenched his fists and attacked Jiang Wenzheng.

Su Yuanyuan was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she subconsciously went to protect Jiang Wenzheng. Why is this old man so rubbish that he can't afford it!
Jiang Wenzheng stretched out his arms to stop Su Yuanyuan who was about to stand in front of him.

From one side, he took out the long stick that he brought up the mountain and was wrapped in a black cloth.

Heibu rolled it, and saw him pull out a long sword with a black-brown scabbard from his head.

He held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and pulled out the long sword with his wrist reversed. When Wen Yin rushed over, he only lightly picked it and put it on his neck.

Wen Yin's forward body stopped suddenly, but a string of tiny blood beads appeared from the skin close to the blade.

Su Yuanyuan looked at this scene in shock.

Jiang Wenzheng had a smile on his lips, his eyes were raised slightly, and he sat arrogantly and unrestrainedly on the chair, holding Meijiao Niang with one hand, and restraining Guixianren with a long sword in the other.

The long sword in his hand was silvery white, with only a small groove in the middle, and the body of the sword near the bottom was engraved with patterns of auspicious clouds.

The hilt is bronze in color, and the head is a ferocious little beast with its mouth open and its teeth bared.

The scabbard thrown aside by Jiang Wenzheng was engraved with many complicated patterns, and a red gemstone was inlaid in the center. When it was circulating, one could actually see the tiny stars hidden inside.

When Jiang Xuan, who was hanging, saw the sword, his eyes turned into star eyes, and he looked at Jiang Wenzheng with admiration.

The man laughed arrogantly and flamboyantly, as if he had returned to the former Prince Jiang Yuan.

Just when Jiang Wenzheng was about to make the next move, Wen Yin howled in pain, knelt on the ground while holding his wrist tightly, and curled up in pain.

Blood vessels protruded from his tightly grasped right hand, which also showed an unusual black-purple color.

The purple spread all the way, with the potential to extend to the shoulders.

This is clearly a sign of poisoning.

Jiang Wenzheng was also a little puzzled, how could Wen Yin be poisoned in his own territory?

Thinking about the details in his mind, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and turned to look at Su Yuanyuan.

When Su Yuanyuan saw that he found it, she lowered her little head and smiled embarrassedly.

Well, she did the poison.

From the very beginning, she guessed that the little old man couldn't afford to play, so she made double preparations and deliberately checked his dice cup, but she didn't know that poison had been smeared on it.

Qingyi gave her a variety of poisons, and she really found a colorless, odorless and difficult to detect poison.

And she had already applied the antidote on her hands, so of course she would not be accidentally injured.

Wen Yin curled up weakly on the ground, looking at Jiang Wenzheng and Su Yuanyuan with loose eyes.

"rat!"

Su Yuanyuan squatted down, opened Wen Yin's mouth, and stuffed him with a small pill. She grinned, revealing two small pointed canine teeth, "It's hard to raise a girl."

Wen Yin's eyes froze for a moment, and then he looked closely at Su Yuanyuan's face, no wonder her voice was so sharp when she spoke, it turned out to be a woman!

After living for almost 120 years, it was the first time he fell into the hands of a woman.

"You gave me the antidote?"

Since taking that little pill, the purple color on Wen Yin's right hand has gradually faded, and even his body has gradually gained strength.

The hatred just now surged into his brain, and his fists hidden in the dark were clenched tightly.

Su Yuanyuan tilted her body, her butt rested on the handle of Jiang Wenzheng's chair, and the man also wrapped her arms around her slender waist.

She raised her eyebrows and replied casually, "Of course not, it's another kind of poison!"