​Imperial palace sweet love: Your Majesty, too dark!

"The rest, in a team of twenty, encircle four directions in turn, and the remaining ten block the back exit!"

"Yes

They're all well trained and they're on their own.

Xia Tingfeng reconfirmed the position of the dagger and took people to the gambling house.

As soon as they came in, they were followed.

But it doesn't matter. It's the gamblers.

Xia Tingfeng's eyes turned around and finally stayed on the biggest gambling table.

As he approached, he saw a man sitting on each side of the table, smoking his pipe.

Both of them... Seem to be old hands.

Which is it?

He soon heard the answer from the voice.

"Mr. Fan!"

Isn't fan Changsheng the second son of the fan family?

Xia Tingfeng looked at him carefully.

This man is nearly 30 years old. He is not very tall and thin.

Yintang is black with mung bean eyes.

Wearing a black robe, the emerald finger on the thumb is very dazzling.

I have calluses on my hands. I guess I practice martial arts all the year round.

Fan Changsheng took the dice bucket and swayed wildly in the air for a long time before he pulled it down.

The people nearby were as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Small! "Small!"

"Small! I'll bet on you

Fan Changsheng's eyes were full of pride.

He hooked his lips and looked at his opponent at the opposite table. Sen Leng said with a smile, "what about you?"

The opponent is a man in green, with big arms, round waist and beard. It's not a good thing to look at!

He thought for a moment and slapped a silver note on the table.

"I'll bet on you!"

"Have a good time!"

Fan Changsheng opened the dice bucket.

"It's big!"

"Win, win!"

"Alas..."

Everyone is happy and worried.

The bearded man in green was a little depressed. When he got up, he waved his hand.

"No more, no more!"

Fan Changsheng was not happy and stood up.

"What do you mean, you get up before I enjoy myself?"

The tone is overbearing, arrogant and arrogant.

And when he patted the table, a group of people gathered around him.

There are twenty or thirty.

The man in green was scared to urinate on the spot.

"Er... Er ye, the little one is really out of money!"

Fan Changsheng's face was full of arrogance.

"If you don't have money, you can offset it with yourself."

"One arm, the second master will play three games with you!"

"One leg! Second master will play five games with you

"How's it going?"

The man in green was so scared that he almost knelt down.

"Second master! Small... "

The man in green cried and said a lot.

Xia Tingfeng took a grass in his mouth and looked contemptuous.

"Damn it, it's a counsellor!"

With that, he went forward, kicked the man in green, spit out the grass in his mouth.

"I will accompany you!"

Fan Er Ye raised his eyes and looked at him scornfully.

"You?"

When he looked up and down, he laughed.

"You have silver?"

"Just one arm!"

They were almost in unison.

"Good!"

Fan Changsheng lifted his robe and sat down, his eyes glowing green with excitement!

"I like you like that!"

"I'll have fun with you today. Even if you break your arm, you'll be my friend."

It's rare for fan Changsheng to meet such a congenial person.

Xia Tingfeng ignored him, picked up the dice and dice barrel at will and looked at it quickly.

After reading it, I flicked my finger and flew to the opposite side.

"You come first!"

Fan Changsheng bounced back.

"I'll give you a round, you come first!"

Xia Tingfeng looked up.

"Are you sure?"

"That must be sure!"

"Hurry up, I can't wait!"

Xia Tingfeng smiles, pulls up the dice barrel and shakes it.

A moment later, the dice bucket landed.

Fan Changsheng slapped the table.

"I'll bet you

"Is anyone following you?"

The people around looked at it, hesitated for a moment, and took out the silver one after another.

"Bet!"

"Bet big!"

As the leader of the local ruffians, fan Changsheng is flattered everywhere he goes.

Xia Tingfeng smiles again.

"If you bet more, I'll bet less!"

With that, he immediately opened the bucket.

"One, two, three, it's small! Congratulations... "

"What's your name, young master?"

The gambling officer in the gambling shop asked flatteringly.

Xia Tingfeng is too lazy to pay attention to it. He takes a look at fan Changsheng.

"Second master, I'd like to admit defeat in gambling!"

Fan Changsheng has been wandering in the world for many years, and he seldom meets his rivals when he is in a gambling shop.

Now

"If you don't believe me, one more round!"

Xia Tingfeng sneered and came to another game.

"You lost again, second master..."

In the next half hour, fan Erye lost 24 games in a row.

He lost all the silver he had with him.

Waiting for him to come again, Xia Tingfeng asked contemptuously.

"What are you betting on?"

Second master fan found a circle of money and roared.

"I'll take an arm!"

"Good!"

When the world turns around, Xia Tingfeng laughs like a wolf.

The dice barrel is spinning again.

In less than a quarter of an hour, fan lost three more games.

"You lost three games in a row, one arm!"

When fan Changsheng was born, he was held high in the sky. He had never met such a dirty thing.

Arm? It doesn't exist.

Local ruffians and hooligans talk about their bullshit credit.

"I didn't say whose arm it was. Brothers, give it to me!"

"Cut off his arm and feed it to the dog!"

"See how you play dice in the future"

With a vicious smile, the face, which was not so good-looking, instantly became as disgusting as a toad.

Xia Tingfeng had expected that he had this skill.

Immediately tap your toes and jump out of your seat.

You have brothers, so do I!

Ten soldiers in their usual clothes came up.

The two sides set off to show their dazzling weapons.

The gamblers in the gambling house were scared to death. They ran away and scattered, making a mess.

Fan Changsheng's local ruffians rush up with bright knives.

Xia Tingfeng's bodyguards also rushed up to meet each other with short daggers.

"Ouch!"

"Who the hell cut me!"

"You cut me first, your grandmother!"

"Lao Tzu, your father, you cut me first!"

Two little ruffians started to quarrel with each other.

A moment later, there are two little gangsters wrestling together.

The reason is the same.

Xia Tingfeng smiles.

The place is so small, and most of the local ruffians and hooligans don't know martial arts.

Flustered, waving a knife to cut down, who knows who will cut down?

So, let's fight close.

One down, one down!

Fan Changsheng is seldom provoked and seldom fights.

He never thought that his grandchildren would be stupid.

"Get out of here!"

With that, he kicked one open.

Lift the big knife and chop at Xia Tingfeng.

Xia Tingfeng's beautiful back somersault immediately fell behind him.

With a clatter, the sword fell to the ground.

Fan Changsheng covers his wrist and kneels on the ground in pain.

Xia Tingfeng kicked it.

Fan Changsheng's body was bent and rolled to one side, so he could hide.