Everyone sighed.

The old man was not at all happy, but picked up the dice and put them into the bronze bell according to the gourd drawing scoop, and then held them up in the air and shook them vigorously a few times, and then put them back on the table.

When all the dice stopped, it was actually five, five, six, sixteen points, which was a little bigger than the middle-aged man's points.

As I said earlier, they are smaller than whom.

So, the old man lost.

The old man lost five thousand taels at once.

However, the old man didn't even blink his eyes, but just pushed the five thousand taels of silver tickets he lost in front of him in front of the middle-aged man, and then took out five thousand taels from the stack of silver tickets, threw them on the top of the word "small", and said: Five thousand taels, you are still big and I am small.

This time, the old man still lost.

The old man also pushed the lost silver ticket in front of the middle-aged man, and took out another five thousand taels.

The old man seemed to have a natural temper, for for for the rest of the year he would bet the same number of points with the same silver ticket.

And the result is the same every time, lose.

So, it didn't take long for the silver ticket he brought with him to lose everything.

Looking at the empty desktop, the old man frowned, as if he was making some important decision, and then, suddenly, stood up, pointed to the beautiful big girl standing next to him, and said to the middle-aged man: This is my daughter, look, how much can you bet?

Hearing this, the gamblers who had been watching with bad intentions all at once screamed, and kept whistling and screaming at the girl.

However, the middle-aged man didn't even raise his head, just swept the silver ticket on the table into the drawer, and then said expressionlessly: One hundred taels.

Hearing this, the old man's face suddenly changed, as if he had been pricked by something, and his brows were locked tighter, and there were even two "one" words between his eyebrows, which was a symbol of extreme anger.

However, the old man was still trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice: My daughter's name is Ji Bingyan, and she is also very beautiful.

The middle-aged man looked at the old man, and then, casually glanced at the beautiful big girl, and said coldly: Your daughter's name is a little better than others, okay, I'll add another hundred taels to you.

The old man's eyebrows suddenly bent into the shape of two knives, and there were slight green tendons bulging up on his forehead, and he said coldly: Ji Bingyan is Ji Sijue's daughter.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, showing a very impatient look, and said, "Okay, okay, two hundred and fifty taels, I can't add more."

The old man suddenly sank his face, took Ji Bingyan's hand, and said, "Then, I won't gamble."

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth suddenly showed a smug smile, and then, with a wave of his hand, made a "please" gesture, and said: Whatever.

Speaking of this, he began to bow his head to collect the silver tickets scattered on the table, which were still in the old man's arms just now, but in the blink of an eye, they already belonged to him.

For him, the money came so easily.

He didn't steal, he didn't rob, it was all luck and ability.

He also never messes around on dice.

He looked down on those guys who played tricks on the dice, thinking that those people had no truth and could only bluff people with their own cleverness.

People can only rely on themselves.

If you can only rely on fraud to make a living, then sooner or later you will be a goof, and if the people who mix in the casino let the family see that they are doing ghosts, the end will be very miserable.

Although he is over forty years old, he still feels that he is still very young, and a good life awaits him.

So, he didn't want to die so early.

He had just bought a new house in the East End, and his wife, though not very pretty, was virtuous and had recently given birth to a big fat boy.

So, in a sense, his good life has just begun.

Looking at these silver tickets that still exuded the scent of ink, a rare smile suddenly appeared on his face, which had been expressionless.

Perhaps, this is the one he spent the least time and won the most.

He's been spending a bit a lot lately, the house has cost him most of his savings, and his son's full moon wine is a little too extravagant, so this silver ticket is really timely for him.

And that old man is indeed a generous guest.

Perhaps, the price should have been raised a little more for him just now, after all, it was his biological daughter, after all, it was still a big girl with yellow flowers.

And that big girl is really beautiful.

After giving birth to a son, the wife seems to have put all her energy into her son, so when doing that kind of thing, it seems that there is not as tacit understanding as before.

Perhaps, I can take that beautiful big girl as a second room.

He thought so as he counted the silver tickets he had just won.

He thought very beautifully, and he was very proud, so he was a little carried away when he laughed.

In the dim light, his smile is as clear and clean as those autumn skies outside the window, but with some infinite sadness.

Suddenly, however, just for that moment, his hand shook slightly, as if he had been stabbed by something.

The stab is very light.

However, his face, which had been oblivious all along, suddenly began to distort, like a clay sculpture that had been accidentally broken.

His face was pale and sweaty, and his left hand gripped the right hand that had been holding the silver ticket all along, and then, slowly, slowly, slowly fell.

The silver tickets in his hand were scattered all over the place.

The silver tickets were scattered there, but no one dared to pick them, so the troubled people hurried to the back hall to report the strange news to the supervisor on duty today.

The supervisor ran out, touched the middle-aged man's snort, and found that he was no longer breathing.

The middle-aged man died inexplicably.

No one knew the cause of his death, as if he had suddenly been haunted by a ghost and was slowly strangled to death by an invisible hand, and the expression on his face was fearful and subtle.

Ji Bingyan sighed and slowly walked to the window.

The clear sunlight of those autumns shined through the window paper and projected onto her face, beautiful, white, like a blooming lily swaying in the sun, and the beating shadows were dragged long, long.

Then, it became a sigh.

I don't know where the wind blows from, with the smell of distant mountains and earth, fills the air, and the sky is overwhelming.

On an autumn day, a child's face really changes.

It was still sunny outside, but in the blink of an eye, it began to be hazy, as if a thick layer of paint had been painted in the clear blue sky, heavy and heavy on the roof.

However, this boundless autumn mood could not affect Ji Bingyan's mood.

Her smile was like a blooming flower, and although her father almost didn't sell her just now, she didn't seem to care at all.

She seemed to have expected that her father didn't really want to sell her.

Thinking of this, she looked at Ji Sijue on the side.

Ji Sijue was haggard, with a sickly face, and wrinkles with vicissitudes of life rose and fell with a slight breath, squirming.

It was even more ugly than a corpse that had just crawled out of a grave. 21010