Bai Qinghou smiled again, and he didn't mean to deny it at all, as if he felt that it was something he expected that the Rapid Sword Dragon Ehou could come up with.

Long Ehou looked at him, and suddenly said: "But, you say, wouldn't it be interesting if I killed someone who didn't even have the confidence to kill myself?"

Bai Qinghou took out a white handkerchief from his arms, wiped his sweaty little hands, wiped his high bulging forehead and cheeks, suddenly laughed, and said:

It's a very interesting thing to do, but what my old monkey said always counts, so you'd better leave the Golden Throwing Villa tomorrow.

Long Erhou looked at him with a provocative expression and said, "Otherwise, what would happen?"

Bai Qinghou was still laughing, and he smiled more comfortably, laughed more carefree, and said in a deep voice: Otherwise, no one may dare to gamble here.

Long Erhou looked at him, as if he was trying to figure out the meaning of his words, and then, with a meaningful smile, said, "Then how about we take a gamble now?"

Bai Qinghou put the handkerchief into his arms again, and his five fingers gently tapped a little song on the table, and said with a smile: I have never gambled, and I don't want to gamble.

Hearing this, Long Ehou seemed to feel very strange.

He was so strange, as if he had never seen such a strange thing, he looked at the smug Bai Qinghou, and said with a puzzled face: Oh, yes? You open a casino, but you don't gamble?

Bai Qinghou's fat big mouth like a sausage suddenly pouted, and then, he took a heavy breath, his stomach bulged, as if he had sucked half the world's air into his stomach, and said:

It's because I own a casino that I don't gamble, because I know the rules of the casino, no matter how clever a gambler is, there is no real win or loss, and if something is not good, he will give up his life.

Look at me, I have a huge family property, and I have such a proud brother and son, and my happy life has just begun, so I don't want to die so early.

With that, he stood up again, walked to the window, and looked out.

Before his eyes, there was an empty world, with distant mountains and jungles rising and falling.

And in those gray skies, there seemed to be a shadow, like a bird, flying around, and before it even had time to wipe off the trail left behind, it disappeared into the boundless sky.

Seeing this, he suddenly turned around, looked at Long Ehou, and said: Actually, you were wrong just now, don't look at my brother and son, they are all famous figures in the rivers and lakes, but I really don't understand martial arts.

Hearing this, Long Ehou was not surprised, but said lightly: In the whole world, a person who can say that he understands martial arts must be a big fool.

Bai Qinghou suddenly smiled.

He patted Long Ehou on the shoulder, and said slowly: If you said these words to me in the past, I would definitely not believe it, but now, I have to believe it, because there is one in the Golden Throwing Villa now.

Long Ehou looked at him, his eyebrows suddenly twisted into a pimple, and said in a deep voice: Who?

Bai Qinghou looked at the white jade flute in his hand, and then said with a serious face: He also has another jade flute like you, but I believe that his jade flute is more powerful than yours, because your white jade flute is just an ornament, but his jade flute is indeed used to kill people, presumably you should know who I am talking about.

Long Ehou was suddenly stunned, as if he was taken aback.

He didn't expect that he would meet that person here, so he couldn't help but exclaim, and said: You are talking about the immortal phoenix, Lan Yutang?

Lan Yutang is gambling money at the moment.

Today, his luck seems to be good.

He had been sitting here gambling all day, and not only had he not lost the silver tickets he had brought with him, but he was already piled up with the silver he had won.

A tall pile of silver is like the grain that farmers pile up on the wheat field after the autumn harvest.

He just sat there lazily, no, half-lying there, one foot hung on the ground and the other on the chair.

When it was time to place a bet, he picked up a silver ingot and threw it in the center of the table, and then he came back with a lot of silver coins.

For him, winning money is easier than eating a cabbage.

When the silver in front of him was so piled up that it could barely be put down, everyone stopped, looked at him, and looked at him with a look that didn't know whether it was envy, redness, or suspicion, to see if he was Lang Zhong or not.

Of course, the so-called "Langzhong" here does not mean just seeing a doctor, but a trick used to deceive people using fake techniques.

They didn't seem to believe that a guy like Lan Yutang, who had nothing outstanding, would have such good luck and be able to win every bet.

So, he must be playing a ghost.

However, no matter what they thought, no matter how many people watched him place bets and watch him open cards, they didn't see how he was doing it.

Therefore, they could only watch as the silver in front of Lan Yutang piled up higher and higher, while the silver in front of them became less and less.

Now, there are fewer and fewer people who bet, because many people have empty pockets and everything they can do.

If I do it again, I'm afraid I'll have to go home bare-bottomed.

However, these gamblers, who had lost to the point of only their pants, still refused to leave, but stayed and watched others lose.

In this world, the only thing that can make them happy after losing money is probably watching others lose all the same.

Everyone gathered around Lan Yutang, watching him push the silver to the center of the table, and then watching him carry the big handful of silver back.

When Lan Yutang placed a bet, they shouted and screamed, and when Lan Yutang won the money, they shouted even harder, and the joy was almost like they had won the money.

Of all the men, one of them, lean and a little rat-like shouted.

He pointed to the dice in the bowl, slapped the table vigorously on the side, his voice was almost hoarse, and shouted at Lan Yutang: Big, bet big.

Looking at him like that, it seems that as long as he bets big, he will make money and not lose, and if he doesn't bet, he will only regret it.

Hearing his confident shout, a slightly younger, seemingly unassertive, and timid man next to him immediately became confident.

He was about to stake the silver in his hand towards the word "big". But I saw that the thin man shook his head suddenly, and then he began to shout again, no, no, bet small, maybe small, yes, small, this time it must be small, just bet small.

Hearing this, the thin man was also a little confused, and then, tilting his head, looked at him with distrust, and said loudly: Hey, is it big or small?

The rat-like man looked at him, and then looked at the dice in the dealer's hand, and then, slapping the table, looking complacent, said loudly: Small, bet on small, this time it must be small.

When the thin man was about to be escorted down, he suddenly shouted: Slow, slow, I thought about it carefully just now, and I felt that something was wrong.

You see, just now it's been three times in a row to open small, so this time it must not be small again, yes, I think you still bet on the big, this time it must be big.

Speaking of which, he seems to have more confidence in himself.

He looked confident, as if he had just made a wise and great decision, and as if he had already grasped the initiative at the table, and he had what he could say.

He pointed to the side with the word "small" written on it, patted the thin man's shoulder, his face was red with excitement from those overconfidences, and shouted: Xiaobao, bet on the small, this time the bet on the small will win.

The thin man he called Xiaobao seemed to be very unhappy with his unpromising self-confidence, and he was white, with an unconfident face, and said:

Hey, hairy, I said don't give me a blind command here, okay? Do you know that I've lost a lot since listening to you.

Now, we're only left with the last five taels of silver, and if you give me another command mistake and lose, then there will really be no drama.

Heavenly Spirit, Earth Spirit, Maotou, this time you must be spiritual, if not, then we both have to return to their places.