Heavenly Venerable

The boss with a long, fishy look was startled, and he looked in front of him.

Six one, six o'clock.

He has no master in his eyes, and he is dull, and his face is full of disbelief.

Yang Fan looked at the big men, "see share, you share it!"

The big men's eyes brightened. After clearing up, they gave half of the gold to everyone present, and the rest was pushed to Yang Fan.

"What's the matter with you? Didn't the boy say that he would give us all the gold?"

As soon as the tiger body of the great men was shocked, they crawled and fought at the bottom, full of hostility.

"Don't be greedy!" A long old man with dark skin and a scar on his chest yelled angrily from the corner of his eyes, and at the same time he brightened the knife on his waist.

In an instant, the gambling house was quiet.

Yang Fan appreciated him, "what's your name?"

The mature man arched his hand and said, "villain Yang Xiaohu."

Yang Fan nodded, he looked at the boss, "we have another game, win, the gold is still yours, lose?"

"This gambling house is yours!" The boss suddenly roared and sat back. He looked straight at Yang Fan. This time, he would try his best to win this gamble.

Yang Fan nodded, but the people who shared the gold were not happy.

They want to slip away, but the big man quickly closes the door, which people rely on more people to coax. Yang Fan takes a look at the dark skin of Yang Xiaohu, and Yang Xiaohu immediately pulls out the knife.

The clear and clear voice is not big, but it makes the people dare not say more.

Yang Fan's heart also relaxed some, he looked at the boss, shook his head, "not enough!"

The boss trembled. He looked at the smiling Yang Fan and patted the desk heavily with his hand. "Add my hand!"

Yang Fan nodded, closed the box, shook it in the air, and put it back.

The boss doesn't despise it any more. He closes the lid on the box and begs the heaven to kneel down before he gets up.

He raised the box and shook it left and right. He shook it fiercely and his head went with him. He looked very crazy.

With a bang, the box hit the table heavily.

His hands tightly protect the box, staring at Yang Fan's box, shaking, said, "you open it!"

Yang Fan gives face very much, lift directly.

The boss counted it. It's six, the smallest. He can't lose this time.

He suddenly opened the lid, but did not look. He held the lid in one hand and pointed to Yang Fan. He said with a crazy smile: "I won, I won!"

But he could not hear the congratulations, only saw the cold eyes of a group of people.

He did not understand, looked at the table, found six dice, broken five.

The dice are broken. Zero.

The only

He fell down on the chair, his eyes seemed empty, his whole body trembled, and everything he had won was gone.

Suddenly he put himself on the table.

Face ferocious looking at Yang Fan, "I still have, my life!"

With a smile on his face, Yang Fan closed the lid and shook it.

The boss is very careful this time. After changing the dice, he shakes it gently.

He carefully opened a cut, a six, and he was very surprised. The bigger the cut, the second, the third... The sixth.

It's all six o'clock.

He laughed madly and lifted the lid off, "six sixes... Do you see, six sixes, I win!"

Yang Fan hands chin, the boss squatted in front of Yang Fan, looked at Yang Fan viciously, "you all are mine! I'll kill you

Yang Fan didn't look at him. He loosened his chin with his right hand and wiped the boss's neck in an instant.

The boss looked at his neck in amazement. As soon as Yang Fan pushed his hand, the boss died at the gambling table.

He didn't know that Yang Fan didn't press his luck for the third time, but he didn't want to win at all.

Yang Fan and Han jiuer get up. Yang Fan takes a look at Yang Xiaohu, "give them all the money!"

Yang Xiaohu nods and walks out of the gambling house. Han jiuer looks at the people who are robbing the gold and silver. He can't help shaking his head. After a while, Yang Xiaohu comes out and walks to Yang Xiaofan, "please allow me to follow you."

Yang Fan did not speak, just smile, Yang Xiaohu suddenly understand, he immediately jumped up, very happy.

Han jiuer looked at those smiling gamblers and wondered, "brother Yang Fan, do you think they will be able to make a living after they get so much money?"

Yang Xiaohu looked at the group of people shaking his head, "they will find another gambling house, after losing, they will go home, and they will come back again after earning enough money."

Han jiuer looks at him suspiciously.

"Because they believe they can get rich overnight."

......

Yang Jingru holds the wall and pushes open the door of the Yang family. She goes in, not against the wall.

She walked slowly, but people on both sides of the road still poked their heads out. No one stopped her. She went directly to the residence of Yang Yuanhuang, the Yang family.

He didn't say hello. He interrupted the conversation between Yang Yuanhuang and Yang huxiong. Yang Yuanhuang was gloomy. Yang Jingru dragged her body to Yang Yuanhuang's side and knelt down with a plop.

"Please let go of my family."

Yang Yuanhuang ignored it and still drank tea.

"I beg the master to let go of my son!"

Yang Jingru kowtows to Yang Yuanhuang, who still ignores him.

If Yang Jingru didn't give up, he continued to kowtow, and his head was bleeding. Yang Yuanhuang just smashed the bar and the eye, and didn't make any reply. Yang huxiong couldn't see it any more.

"You're useless. If you agree to the proposal given to you by the family that night, the owner can choose to let you and your nieces and nephews go."

Yang Jingru suddenly got up, clenched his hands and released them after a long time.

"Good!"

That night, Yang Yuanhuang said that it was very easy for Yang Fan to return to the position of head of the young family. She didn't agree to marry the five elders of the poor family.

Tonight, she agreed, for her nieces and nephews.

Yang Yuanhuang applauded.

The Yang family soon released the news, the poor family also agreed with the news, and the wedding is scheduled for tonight.

On the second floor of zuixianlou, Yang Fan and Han jiuer are honored as guests. When they are eating delicious food, the news that Yang Jingru is going to marry Han Wang this evening suddenly comes from the bottom.

Yang Fan frowned and put down the chopsticks. Han jiu'er looked at Yang Fan puzzled, "such a delicious thing, are you willing to put it down?"

Before she finished, Yang Fan jumped down the stairs.

All of a sudden, she heard a beating on the first floor.

Han jiuer worried ran to the fence to look downstairs, Yang Fan looked up at her, "send Miss Han home!"

The shop owner immediately nodded and agreed. Looking at Yang Fan's back, her heart became more and more uneasy. There was always a sense of difference when she met for the last time.

This time, Yang Fan did not go to Yang's residence, but to the poor family.

There were no lanterns outside the gate of the poor family, on the contrary, they were still dead.

Yang Fan went to the gate, suddenly pushed open, looking at the long ancient street, Yang Fan issued a roar.

"The old and young of the poor family come out to die!"