However, Mao Tou did not feel annoyed.

He just shook his shoulders, and then, rubbing his dry nose with his thumb, with a look of schadenfreude, smiled at Xiaobao and said:

Yes, yes, yes, I'm a pig's head, but why did you, a person who is smarter than a pig's head, listen to me? If I'm a pig's head, then what are you? Pig's ass?

Xiaobao immediately showed a very helpless look, waved his hand at him, and said loudly: Okay, okay, now you are happy, all lost, everyone has nothing to play.

In fact, at this time, everyone in the casino had already lost almost everything, leaving only Lan Yutang in front of him, and there was still a pile of silver high up.

Ever since he sat down, he seemed to have been winning.

Although he was so careless and casual when he bet, he always won.

The person who won the money should have been happy, but Lan Yutang looked worried, and the expression on his face was ugly.

He closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

The dealer shouted three times in a row to make him bet and continue to bet, but he didn't even react at all, as if he was really asleep.

The dealer shook his head helplessly, and then said to the gamblers who were still unsatisfied with the surrounding area: If no one bets, then please come again tomorrow.

I don't know if it's because the atmosphere in the casino suddenly became cold, and the endless coldness suddenly woke up his dream, or if he had slept enough, at this time, Lan Yutang seemed to wake up suddenly.

His eyes narrowed into two long thin lines, and he glanced lazily at the people around him who were still unwilling, and then, in a tone that could not tell whether it was disdain or lazy, said lightly: Do you still want to gamble, if you don't have any silver, take it from me.

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up again.

The expression on their faces was as if the Buddha had suddenly arrived, as if they had been slammed by a pie falling from the sky, and their mouths were grinning, but they didn't believe that he was sincere.

Everyone was stunned, staring at Lan Yutang blankly, not knowing if he had a problem with his head, or if he had taken the wrong medicine, otherwise, how could he lend money to others for no reason.

Lan Yutang's eyes were brighter, like a shining lamp in the night.

He smiled, casually picked up an ingot of about ten taels of silver from the table, threw it into Maotou's arms, and said lightly: This time, you have to think about it before you go down, otherwise, you will lose it again soon.

Then, he picked up another ingot of silver that was about the same weight as just now and threw it to Xiaobao, smiled, and said: You can bet wherever you want.

Xiaobao and Maotou were holding heavy silver, as if they were holding the emperor's holy decree, and the expressions on their faces didn't know whether they were excited, excited or surprised.

Suddenly there was so much more silver in their hands, they didn't know what to do all of a sudden, so they just stammered at Lan Yutang: Alas...... This...... This friend...... Wait...... Wait for us to win...... After winning the silver, it ...... Certain...... Give you back.

Seeing that Lan Yutang really gave his silver to Maotou and Xiaobao, he realized that what he had just said was true, and at this time, the dozens of people next to him also stretched out their hands.

This one said, friend, I'll borrow ten taels, and that one said, borrow me twenty taels, and within a few clicks, the pile of silver in front of Lan Yutang was taken away.

Now that you have the money in your hand again, the casino is starting to come back to life.

Everyone gathered around the table and began to be active again, one by one, as if they had made up their minds to bring Ben back this time, and everyone looked confident.

Lan Yutang still sat there expressionlessly, only yawned a long time, and then, leaning back in the chair, his eyes that had already lit up dimmed again, as if he was asleep again.

Actually, where can he sleep, he should be thinking about red willow again.

He remembered the warmth of the previous night, the soft, slightly wet hands of the red willow, the undulating figure of her, and her moan, which was not enthusiastic, but full of seductiveness.

Thinking of this, his head suddenly became a little dizzy, as if he was slowly pulled by an invisible silk thread from an unknown place, and as if he was wrapped in the turbulent river rapids.

He wanted to climb out of this turbulent torrent, but every time, no matter how hard he tried, he would be hit by the boundless waves without a trace.

Although his head was a little dizzy, his mind was so quiet that he could hear the squeaking of the trees outside the house.

The voices were like the wailing of geists from hell.

From those whimpering autumn winds, he suddenly heard endless desolation and helplessness, like a homeless prodigal son wandering the streets.

However, there was an inexplicable noise in the casino, and it was open.

The losers were screaming, the winners were screaming, and even the bookmaker, who had always been calm, began to scream, and the ceiling above his head trembled as if it were about to fall.

Lan Yutang's head was very dizzy, and he really wanted to sleep.

He's really tired.

However, just when he wanted to close his eyes and really sleep well, he suddenly felt something strange, and felt that something very wrong suddenly began to be around him.

Before he could fully react, the crowd that was gambling and heckling suddenly pulled out their weapons from under the table and attacked him.

He just opened his eyes to see what was going on, but suddenly found that his body had been tied up with a rope thrown by Xiaobao and Maotou, and it was tied strongly, like a big zongzi, a big zongzi that was about to start a fire and start steaming when he put it in the pot.

The two of them, one left and one right, were stepping on the chair where he was sitting, smiling coldly at him, as if they were looking at the prey in a trap.

And the rope that tied Lan Yutang was actually not a rope, but dozens of arms, which had already hugged him from the waist.

And these arms are actually all owned by one person, Xiaobao.

The little treasure who had no claim, so weak and deceitful, suddenly became another person, a fierce, cunning, and almost cannibalistic person.

In fact, his appearance is no longer a human, but a big octopus, with countless arms dancing up and down his body, tying Lan Yutang tightly.

The octopus arms were not only slippery, slimey and fishy, but also sturdy, like a rope twisted from steamed cowhide.

Part of the octopus's arms tied Lan Yutang tightly, while the other part of the arm turned into a whip, pumping Lan Yutang's body.

Lan Yutang's taste is really uncomfortable, even if he is not smoked to death by those fishy and boundless mucus, he is almost strangled to death, even if he is not strangled to death, he is almost about to be whipped to death by those arms like whips, his current taste is really worse than death.

No matter who you are, as long as you are held by so many octopus arms that are almost more powerful than a bear, no one will want to escape.

If you want to do useless resistance and struggle, then, in the end, I am afraid that there is only one end, and of course, this is also the only end.

That is, he strangled him to death.

Now, Lan Yutang has been strangled by him, not only can't move, but even has a little difficulty breathing.