Magical Doctor Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 287 Fifth brother slaps the face [2]

"Follow the rules just now, I won't lose again this time!" Huang Wenze gritted his teeth and snorted coldly.

Tang Ruotong wanted to stop it, but she also wanted Huang Wenze to win back, and she didn't want to be ashamed and laughed at.

The second round of betting between Huang Wenze and Mo Yichen began. Before the same bet, both parties signed a betting contract.

The result did not surprise Mo Feixun at all, Mo Yichen won again, and the people around him screamed crazily.

The gambling king is indeed the gambling king, and I have never seen him lose. The feeling is really refreshing, and their blood is surging.

"Come again, I'll bet another hundred cyan crystals!" Huang Wenze's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, his eyes were a little red from gambling, and the strong desire to win in his heart did not allow him to lose, and he did not allow him to be ashamed.

"Do you have so many crystals in your family?" Mo Yichen sneered, and Huang Wenze almost blew up with a somewhat arrogant tone.

He was sweating profusely, and stared at Mo Yichen with wide-open eyes: "My family has plenty of spar. Do you want to gamble? Are you afraid?"

As soon as he said this, the people around him burst into laughter.

Is this child so angry and stupid that the gambling king will be afraid?
"bet!"

The third round of gambling between Huang Wenze and Mo Yichen began, and everything was in accordance with the rules just now.

This time Huang Wenze just opened a spar, and he was already dripping with cold sweat, swallowing his saliva nervously.

When the three crystal stones from both sides were opened, Huang Wenze couldn't stand the blow any longer, his face turned pale, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

"How is it possible...how could this be? I can't lose, let alone lose three rounds in a row." Huang Wenze still couldn't believe it. He actually lost all three rounds and never won a single round.

Tang Ruotong's face was also very ugly, she lost all three rounds, and the people around her laughed louder and louder, but she couldn't fight back, she was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood.

"Senior brother, I told you not to compare with him. You can still win with Mo Feixun." Tang Ruotong felt that Huang Wenze was too overestimated. Compared with the gambling king, how could he win.

How arrogant they were talking nonsense before, now it hurts to slap them in the face, it's too embarrassing.

Tang Ruotong stomped her feet angrily, snorted coldly, couldn't bear the pointing of those people, left Huang Wenze directly, turned and rushed out of the crowd.

Mo Yichen seemed to feel uneasy about this, so he deliberately took out the three bets and waved them in front of Huang Wenze: "Three hundred cyan crystals, remember to prepare them."

"..." Huang Wenze wanted to curse, but looking at the three black and white bets, his heart was trembling with anger, and he couldn't speak.

"Sixth brother, let's go." Mo Yichen laughed a few times, and surrounded by everyone, he led Mo Feixun away from here.

When Huang Wenze came back to his senses, he felt like he had a nightmare, and his whole body was drenched in sweat.

For the first time, he was so embarrassing in front of so many people, and even his junior sister abandoned him at this moment, feeling angry and sad.

When he remembered that he would give Mo Yichen three hundred crystals, he felt astounded that he lost three hundred blue crystals?

It's over, it's over, three hundred, not three, Dad will definitely kill him.

Huang Wenze fell to the ground again, sitting there with a frightened face...

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"Mo Yichen, where is the Wanling Building?" Mo Feixun followed him around the market, but he hadn't entered yet.

As soon as the words fell, Mo Yichen and Mo Feixun stopped at the entrance of an alley: "This is it!"

(End of this chapter)