Immortal King

Shenlong Island! In a hall!

Tong Anan looked at the Northern God of Gamblers with an ugly expression!

"Didn't I tell you? It starts tomorrow! It's not dark yet, why are you here again?" Tong An'an frowned.

"Altar Lord, hold on, I can't hold it anymore!" The Northern Gambler looked sad.

"What can't hold it?" Tong An'an stared.

"It's going to lose all!" The North Gambler lowered his head and confessed.

Tong An'an: "............!"

"We can’t blame us, so many demonic disciples staring at us, we can’t use magic tricks! I am the title of Northern Gambling God, but I was called in the mortal world before. I can win money with the gambling equipment I have done, but now the gambling equipment is not mine, I can only gamble on luck! But, but...!" The Northern God of Gamblers cried.

"The note I approved for you is the true essence blood in the blood bank...!" Tong An'an said with an ugly expression.

"There is no limit! Spend as much as you like!" The North Gambler lowered his head.

"In other words, all the true essence blood in the blood bank has been transfused? All? You mean all?" Tong An'an clutched his heart, a little unbearable.

"Yes, we just wanted to give Wang Ke some small cards to make him win a little bit, but for some reason, Wang Ke's weird cards today are all big cards, all, right and right Hu, big four happy, thirteen! Fanshu We are rushing, we can't stop!" The Northern Gambling God said in tears.

Tong Anan looked at the Northern God of Gamblers with fire in his eyes.

"Of course, Altar Lord, Wang Ke is swollen now, very crazy! He has won a lot and is very excited now! Altar Lord, do you want to start now?" The Northern Gambler eagerly asked.

"Wang Ke swelled?" Tong An'an raised his brows.

"Yeah, but I don't know how long it will last? Wang Ke has been winning now. Once he loses, he might calm down again!" The Northern God of Gamblers eagerly said.

Tong Anan paced back and forth in the hall.

"The son is still resting now, and will wake up tomorrow. Wake him up in advance, the marks are too heavy! No matter, I have done this step. Finally, there is no background, and there is no background, and there is a big fright. Qing Wang Ke, I don't know when to wait next time, let's get started, go, take the holy son to the prison!" Tong An'an said solemnly.

"Altar Lord, are you not going?" The Northern God of Gamblers worried.

"Me? I have nothing to do with this matter, you hear clearly, I don't know anything, if someone leaks...!" Tong Anan's face was cold.

"Know, know, guarantee that no one will doubt the altar master, I will go!" said the Northern God of Gamblers.

Shenlong Island prison!

"Who else? Come to the table, who else!" Wang Ke called.

Behind Wang Ke is piled three hundred boxes of true essence blood. These are hard currency in Demon Cult and more popular than spirit stones. Wang Ke has won so many in a short time?

The demons watching around had already reddened their eyes, and they wanted to **** it.

However, Nan Gambling Saint and others scolded, who would dare to reach out? This king brother came to apologize himself, the altar master has spoken, who dares to embarrass the king brother, the altar master will not forgive you. With the support of the altar master, everyone naturally dare not grab it.

Then win at the table.

But, who dares to go? Wang Ke’s gambling table is the biggest player. At this moment, even the northern gambling **** and the southern gambling sage are constantly losing. At this time, Wang Ke is lucky. Is his luck better than him? Didn't you watch a few demons come to the table and lost everything?

Win, win, win!

Wang Ke has been winning money. Wang Ke has already seen that someone is calculating himself, but Wang doesn't understand what he is calculating, in order to win money? It must not be that simple.

In order to know what's going on earlier, if you want me to win the money, then win. I will put it all up and let you vomit blood when you lose. I will see when you will be exposed.

The more Wang Ke won, the more arrogant he seemed, but his heart became more vigilant. What are these demons going to do?

"Haha, what are you playing? Why didn't anyone tell me to join me!" A voice suddenly came.

Everyone looked at them, and all their expressions were solemn: "Holy Son!"

The attitudes of the people were extremely complicated, as if they were respecting, but as if they were not taking it seriously.

"Holy Son?" Wang Ke showed a look of surprise.

The son in front of him, who looked like a boy of seven or eight years old, looked at the mahjong table with curiosity.

"Shengzi, this is called mahjong, it's for gambling!" Northern Gambler told.

"Gambling? Haha, there are gambling equipment I haven't played? Come on, tell me how to play!" Shengzi suddenly excited.

A group of demons immediately informed Shengzi about how to play Mahjong.

When the son saw it, he was very happy, and immediately pushed a demon off the table: "Come, get out of the way, let me play for a while!"

Shengzi wants to play mahjong? The North Gambler, the South Gambler immediately sat in the upper and lower seats of the Son.

"Brother Wang, let's start!" The Northern God of Gamblers laughed.

"Yes, yes, start, start, I'll have fun!" Shengzi suddenly smiled.

How smart is Wang! I guessed it in an instant, this time calculating myself might have something to do with this holy son.

"Oh, I've been playing for a long time, and I'm a little tired. Let's play! I'll take a break!" Wang Ke said he wanted to get off the table.

Northern God of Gamblers: "..................!"

South Gambler: "..................!"

Especially, we played with you for so long and lost so much money to you, isn't it just for you to bet with the son? At this critical moment, you are not playing anymore?

"Hurry up if you don't play! Who else will come? Hurry up!" Shengzi said in cooperation.

The Northern Gambling God and the Southern Gambling Saint suddenly turned dark, the script is not like this!

"Don't, don't, Shengzi, don't worry, don't worry!" Nan Gambling Saint persuaded.

"Brother Wang, how can you get off the table? You are very lucky now, shouldn't you chase after victory?" The North Gambler said anxiously.

"No, you play, you play!" Wang Ke shook his head simply.

The Northern Gambling God's face was ugly, but he had issued a military order from the altar master. If you don't play this anymore, then I'm going to sit on the wax?

"No, no, Brother Wang, you won so much money from us, do you want to leave?" The Northern God of Gamblers dragged Wang Ke.

"What? You are not allowed to leave after winning?" Wang Ke frowned.

"No, no, Saint Son finally came back, so you should accompany it anyway!" The Northern Gambling God persuaded with all his heart.

The Son on the side was impatient for a long time.

"No, he is tired, just let him rest! Anyway, anyone can play mahjong, whoever changes him, don't delay time!" Shengzi also opened his mouth.

The North God of Gamblers and the South God of Gamblers feel bitter. Do you want to cooperate so well? Does it really make us lose money with the altar master's money?

"Shengzi, you don't know, this mahjong was invented by the king brother! Playing cards with him is fun!" Nan Gambling Sheng persuaded.

"Oh?" Shengzi frowned indifferently.

"Brother Wang, just give our brothers a little face, come on, come on, just play a card!" The Northern God of Gamblers pulled Wang Ke.

Wang Ke had already seen a pit in front of him, how could he jump down?

"If you don't play anymore, I won enough!" Wang Ke evaded.

The North Gambler and the South Gambler became stiff. Is this messed up today? What should I do?

"Wang Ke, are you not giving face to Shengzi? Shengzi rarely asks you to play cards, but you still refuse. This is obviously to look down on Shengzi!" An abrupt voice came from the crowd.

When everyone looked around, they saw Zhu Wei open his mouth.

Playing cards these days, Wang Ke has forgotten the existence of Zhu Fei. At this time, what is Zhu Fei coming out to disturb?

It wasn't that Zhu Nian was deliberately disrupting the situation, but Zhu Nian also saw that it was unusual. Zhu Yan also noticed that the Northern God of Gamblers seemed to be digging a hole for Wang Ke. Otherwise, what would they have been doing so mentally that they kept losing money to Wang Ke? Losing so much, still smiling? If you were yourself, you would have cursed it a long time ago.

Now that he brought another Saint Son, it was obvious that Wang Ke was unlucky immediately.

At this time, can Wang stop playing? Isn't this cheating?

The Northern God of Gamblers and the Southern God of Gamblers were not able to tell Wang Ke ridiculously because of their personal settings, but Zhu Wei was fine. If you fail, then you will be aggressive.

Exciting general?

Will Wang Ke be afraid of violent generals? This level of excitement would be a fart. If I take it seriously, count me as losing.

Wang Ke was about to roll his eyes to improperly, and the Son on the side was recruited.

"Your name is Wang Ke? He said, you look down on me, don't you?" Shengzi said with an ugly face.

Not far away, the North Gambling God and the South Gambler were taken aback. This Zhu Wei is okay. A single sentence aroused contradictions? Okay, it's aroused!

"Where did the son say? How could I look down on the son? I was really tired from playing cards just now! I want to take a break!" Wang Ke said politely immediately.

The Son hadn't spoken yet, and Zhu Wei spoke again not far away: "You obviously look down on the Son, but you just ask you to pay the Son to play a card, so you just shirk it, don't you think the Son can't lose money?"

Zhu Nai didn't know what the Northern God of Gamblers wanted to do, but as long as he cooperated with them, he would be unlucky for Wang Ke. Why not do it?

But in Wang Ke's eyes, this Zhu Wei is harming others and detrimental to himself. It's up to you! You come to interrupt!

"Zhu Wei, you want to play, do you want to go?" Wang Ke said depressed.

"I have no money. You have money!" Zhu Fei shouted suddenly.

"I can lend it to you!" Wang Ke persuaded.

Zhu Wei: "..................!"

Special, why did you get me in?

"Brother Wang, just come up with a card, Shengzi is still watching, Shengzi has money, it doesn't matter if you bet a lot! Shengzi can afford to lose!" The North Gambler immediately stopped in front of Zhu Wei.

Are you tired of being on the table? Pooh! What do I want you to do at the table? What we want is Wang Ke to be on the table!

"Holy son, the king is worried that you can't afford to lose, so...!" Nan Gambling Saint also said to the holy son.

The Son really had a violent temper, and his eyes widened: "Who said I can't afford to lose? Come, you are Wang Ke, you must come! I have been on Shenlong Island for so many years, and no one has ever said that I can't afford to lose. You want to bet big? Then you will win or lose!"

Wang Ke: "............!"

"Brother Wang, Saint Son is angry, look...!" The Northern God of Gamblers said with a smile.

"Brother Wang, if you don't agree, you just can't live with the son!" Nan Gambling Saint also said with a smile.

Wang Ke frowned at these two people. They seemed to be deliberately provoking himself and Shengzi? The key is, I don’t know the Son of God, what are you provoking us to do? What does this pit mean?

Don't bet, offend the Son of God. It seems that it also allows you to provoke success!

Gambling is also a pit.

In front of him, a group of demons were staring at him. Wang Ke wanted to hide, but he had become a target of public criticism and he couldn't hide. So, what exactly do these demons want to do?

"Come on then!" Wang Ke sat down immediately.

"Hahaha, good!" The North Gambler and the South Gambler suddenly laughed.

Shengzi also sat down, and the four played mahjong together.

Wang Ke is alert, what exactly are these demons calculating? Special, some don’t understand it!

The other demons also felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, but no one said anything more, because the Northern Gambling God and the Southern Gambling Saint are all faithful of the altar master. They seem to be doing something and talk rashly. Isn't it all right?

With the help of the North Gamblers and the South Gamblers, this card has become a card that determines whether to win or lose. The three hundred boxes of true essence blood behind Wang Ke is a bet. This is a huge fortune! The Son also used the equivalent spirit stone to make a bet.

The Northern God of Gamblers and the Southern God of Gamblers only play with them and are not responsible for making cards. They only allow the king to gamble with the son.

"Eighty thousand!"

"Four!"

"Get rich!"

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The four were playing mahjong weirdly, and Wang Ke kept looking at the North Gambler and the South Gambler, trying to figure out the purpose of the two.

The king fumbled and played the cards. However, neither the North Gambler nor the South Gambler reacted at all, and they played so seriously.

Then what? What are you going to do? Do you want me to win against the son, or do you want me to lose to the son?

What's so special, some don't understand? I hate this kind of calculations that do not require results. Can you take a long time to calculate others, and there should be a direction to look forward to.

Do I fall into the pit if I win, or fall into the pit if I lose? Don't you both care?