The host is changing the painting style every day

Chapter 98: This Scholar Is Poisonous (40)
"The task target still wants to return to the real world, and there is always something to pay. Just like if you want to survive, you have to pay something."

"Ha ha."

Pei Mi smiled, her eyes were filled with emptiness.

"Host, what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing."

Just a group of defenders.

After being warned, the extraordinarily quiet Pei Mi really started to study.

It's good to learn more.

"But host, let me remind you, if you want to complete the strategy, you can't just focus on your kidneys and not your heart."

"Can you understand people better than people with data?"

"Host! Don't look down on me. I have read thousands of novels and hundreds of Korean dramas."

The system raised the volume, "It has been said that only sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity."

"Noisy."

Pei Mi rolled her eyes, "Do you want me to format it for you?"

"Or help you import hundreds of moving and avoiding fire maps with colors?"

System: #①ifdhdrxnn//wapcn
#abnormal!abnormal!warn!warn! #
[It was detected that System 10086 had bad thoughts and was locked in a dark room for two hours. 】

"what!"

Pei Mi yelled apologetically, "I forgot, when I set it up last time, I accidentally increased the waste thought detection index."

In other words, as long as the system has this idea, the current situation will appear.

"I'm so sorry."

After successfully sending the system in, Pei Mi yawned.

A system also wants to teach itself how to fall in love, huh.

next day
"19 point."

Pei Mi spread the cards, "I won."

Jones on the opposite side stared at the eighteen o'clock in his hand and smiled wryly.

He didn't think it was because of his bad luck.

This gamble is completely dominated by the other party, and he can feel that she has been suppressing him.

At first he thought it was an illusion.

Until the end, he clearly believed that what he touched should be six o'clock, but as soon as it turned out to be a square 2, he knew he was going to lose.

Sure enough, the opponent's card skills are much better than mine.

Jones appreciatively affirmed the other party's ability, and pushed the check that had been prepared a long time ago.

It also proves that his plans are not small.

There is no intention to win at the beginning, this behavior is more like selling to the good.

"The promised bet, check it."

Pei Mi didn't even look at the 1000 million.

She also understands the other party's thoughts.

Pushing it back smoothly, "I suddenly thought it would be good to change the bet."

Jones was startled, and he was immediately on guard against Pei Mi.

"Mr. Jones, what are you worrying about. Isn't this what you want?"

Pei Mi received the cards on the table into her hands, picked them up in one hand, put them down in the other, and turned them over one by one in her hand.

"Jones, Cheng Jones. Jones took his mother's surname from country M. The eldest son of the Cheng family is addicted to casinos."

Pei Mi said unhurriedly.

"Is Mr. Cheng willing to live like this for the rest of his life? Giving all the property his parents worked hard to other people?"

Jones squeezed the glass in his hand, "Who the hell are you?"

He did intend to recruit Pei Mi, but it didn't mean he was willing to have someone who could dig him out.

How dare he cooperate like this.

Pei Mi tipped her toes, and the chair turned around, facing Jones just right.

"Is it important?"

Pei Mi leaned back on the chair, "Do something for me, and I'll give you a message."

"A piece of news that you will be very interested in, the 1000 million is also considered as one of the rewards."

Jones clapped his hands, "Are you an empty-handed white wolf?"

Pei Mi groaned, "It doesn't count, after all, I also sent you a message."

(End of this chapter)