I'm playing tricks in the world of mythology

Chapter 225 Bet
"How about it, bet or not?"

Could it be that the fat monk looked at Lin Luo, clenched the bank card in his hand, and looked a little nervous.

He secretly compared his own strength with Bi Yuntao's, and came to the conclusion that he should only be able to beat the drum twice.

As for the younger brother, Mo Ming, it is completely out of the scope of consideration. He can make the prickly pear glow, and Amitabha is the only one.

So now the facts are in front of him, he is going to lose.

This made it a little difficult for him to accept.

Before leaving the temple, he once boasted in front of his seniors that he came to this glamorous world, and he would never go back unless he doubled his assets.

Seeing that he was going to be slapped in the face when he returned, he was extremely depressed, so the man and woman opposite him became his last hope.

These two people are no more than 20 years old at most, but they are extremely rich - they only buy things that are not discounted, and they buy suits worth 10 yuan at any time!
Also, they also like to brag——

Fan Wujiu?
Pooh!
Although our mana is not all-powerful, we have followed Master to practice in the temple for more than 30 years, and we still can’t tell if it’s a human or a ghost?
This man is clearly a human being!

Rich, but also like to brag.

The big brother said, this kind of person's money is best earned!

………………

"Ok?"

Facing Mo Fei's question, Lin Luo didn't answer directly, but turned his head to look at Xiao Qing, and said indifferently: "You make up your mind."

Although he also likes money, he cares more about points, especially these points, which are related to the life and death of his sister, so he must get the five hundred points to crack the secret of the Chen family.

And now he is busy observing Chen Ou, because he feels that Chen Ou's identity must also be one of the secrets of the Chen family.

Judging from the situation where the two of them passed by just now, the prince of the Chen family in front of him should be the seventh child of the Inhuman Association, no matter the tone or demeanor, they are very similar.

And Lao Qi is also very rich, which fully fits all the characteristics of Chen Ou, so here comes the problem——

Who is Chen Ou who cheated himself with a cup of milk tea?

………………

"I don't want to gamble, I'm not interested." Unexpectedly, Xiaoqing, who seemed very interested in betting, refused.

In desperation, Could Fei have no choice but to use a clumsy provocative method: "Why, don't you dare to bet? Didn't you just say that he is Fan Wujiu?

That's Heiwuchang. Although he's not a god, his mana is so much higher than us mortals... Could it be that you were bragging just now? "

The elder brother said that a person who likes to brag is the one who hates others to say that he is bragging.

Xiaoqing curled her lips and said with a sneer, "I never brag, but the stakes are too small, so I'm not interested."

Swah——

As soon as Xiaoqing said this, a few more good things immediately swept over her.

Originally, Mo Fei had already attracted the attention of people around when he announced the huge bet of 13 yuan. Now that Xiaoqing thinks the bet is small, more people pay attention.

"If you don't dare to gamble, then I won't. It's too little. Why are you pretending?" someone muttered in a low voice.

"That's right. I think she has a problem with her ears. It's 13 yuan. She thought it was 13 yuan?" someone echoed.

Of course, others thought that Xiao Qing had no money, but Mo Fei didn't think so. He knew that the latter might really think the bet was too small, so he hurriedly asked the inexplicable next to him:

"Junior brother, how much do you have left? Lend it to me first, and return it to you if you win twice."

"Master said, you can't gamble." Inexplicably whispered.

Mo Fei's eyes bulged: "Master still said you can't eat meat, you enjoyed the roast goose."

"You forced me to eat!"

Inexplicably annoyed, he took out another card from his pocket: "I only have [-], which I have saved over the past ten years. If you lose, you can earn it back for me."

"Don't worry, you can't lose, you can't lose for sure."

Could it be that he made a vowed promise, held the two bank cards in his hand again, turned his head and said to Xiaoqing: "Add another 18, [-], do you want to bet?"

"Less, no gambling." Xiaoqing shook her head expressionlessly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone who wanted to watch the excitement was in an uproar. Even Chen Ou, who was busy verifying his skills, looked here a few more times.

"You tell me how much money you are willing to bet on?" Mo Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, he really couldn't see through what kind of medicine was sold in Xiaoqing's gourd.

"18? Huh~ The exhaust pipe of my car the day before yesterday cost 20, 18, what is it enough for?" Xiaoqing said lightly.

"you!……"

Mo Fei's self-esteem was hurt by [-] points. Unexpectedly, all the belongings of him and his junior brother are not as good as his exhaust pipe.

"Forget it, since you want to send me money so much, I will reluctantly agree, but..."

After a pause, Xiaoqing added: "The minimum is 20, otherwise there is no need to negotiate."

As soon as Xiaoqing said this, the expressions of everyone in the room became more and more exciting. Even those who questioned her before did not dare to discuss rashly.

Because the casualness in her words was just like that of a truly rich person, as if in her eyes, 20 was really just 20 yuan.

It's still possible that she's bragging, but what if it's true?

Offending the rich second generation who costs 20 yuan for an exhaust pipe, the consequences can be large or small.

Of course, even in their dreams, everyone never imagined that the woman in her [-]s and [-]s in front of her was not a rich second generation, but——

Rich Bendai.

………………

"I don't have a million."

Mo Fei shook his head, took out some change from his body, and said helplessly, "That's all."

Banknotes plus coins, no more than two hundred.

"I don't have either. I bought stinky tofu at the vegetable market just now. Did you forget?" Seeing Mo Fei looking at him, he hurriedly said, "Just a few dozen yuan is not worth it."

"Everyone, is there any friend who will lend me 2 yuan first? If you win, you will be doubled." Mo Fei turned around and cupped his hands at everyone in the room.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Although almost everyone is optimistic about whether they can win, but they are strangers after all, what if they lose?
They are not Xiaoqing, and [-] yuan is not two yuan.

"Bi Yuntao, my strength..." Mo Fei gritted his teeth and looked at Bi Yuntao, his deadly opponent. He thought that the other party would not be against money.

"Of course I know your strength, hehe! It's a lot of rubbish."

Bi Yuntao first laughed, then smiled slyly: "Also, who knows if you are making cages?"

Hearing this, everyone nodded secretly. If he and Xiaoqing knew each other, then he would lose on purpose...

"I do not know her!"

Mo Fei loudly denied it, and said, "Is there any brother who is willing to help? Whoever helps me this time will be my friend of Huafa Temple from now on."

In order to bet with Xiaoqing, Mo Fei did his best and even moved out of Shimen.

Everyone still didn't respond. Bi Yuntao's words made those who had even thought about borrowing money give up.

Except for one person.

Chen Ou.

He looked at Mofei and Xiaoqing, with interest in his eyes, and seemed to be slightly moved, but before he could speak, Xiaoqing spoke again, pointing to the prayer beads on Mofei's neck:

"Monk, it's okay to bet something worth twenty thousand."

"Okay! It's a bet!" Mo Fei quickly took off the beads.

"One string is not enough." Xiaoqing shook his head.

Mo Fei immediately looked at his junior brother, and inexplicably hurriedly protected the prayer beads around his neck: "No, absolutely not!"

"Junior Brother, I will win." Mo Fei persuaded.

Blushing inexplicably, he shook his head vigorously: "Impossible! You don't have to say any more, blaspheme my Buddha, I will never agree!"

"Junior Brother..." Could it be that he wanted to persuade him again.

"Forget it, one string is one string."

The inexplicable insistence made Xiaoqing look at him differently, so he didn't make things difficult for the little monk.

But of course she would not agree so easily, she rolled her eyes, pointed at Mo Fei's suit, and said maliciously: "Add your clothes, and I'll bet."

"Okay!" Mo Fei gritted his teeth, paused, and pointed to Xiaoqing's black suit: "I only want 19. If you lose, your clothes will be mine!"

"No problem." Xiaoqing blurted out.

　Thank you Mr. Wen for your reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)