After Xiao Fubao's life was stolen, she became the favorite of the Beijing group

Cheng He now doesn't even care about whether it's the Golden Goat or not.

He now thinks that he absolutely doesn't believe that he won't get any reward.

The stall owner was so happy to see a customer like him, and said, "Customer, you didn't have the feel before, but the feel will come soon. You can throw the next dart and maybe you will hit the Golden Goat directly."

Cheng He stared at the turntable not far away.

The turntable turned again, and Cheng He threw one dart after another.

Missed!

Missed!

Missed!

Cheng He's eyes turned red with anger.

The onlookers continued their "bad luck" theory.

"What kind of unlucky guy is this."

"Stay away from such a person, I'm afraid of bad luck if I mess with him."

"He is so unlucky that it feels like he will have a bloody disaster in the next second!"

As these words spread, the onlookers didn't dare to get too close to Cheng He, and they quietly retreated.

Liu Xiaoru felt extremely embarrassed and wanted to walk around him, but everyone knew that they were in the same group. She could only let Niuniu hide behind her so that she could stay away from Cheng He and avoid being affected by his bad luck.

"I don't believe it! Impossible!" Cheng He tried hard not to yell.

The stall owner was still trying to send the darts to him: "Customer, the next one will definitely hit! Maybe he is holding his breath to win the grand prize!"

"Another thirty!" Cheng He said.

The thirty darts were used up quickly, but still nothing was won.

The stall owner's younger brother, who was also responsible for turning the turntable, saw that the stall owner was still fanning the flames and asked Cheng He to continue buying darts, and he couldn't help it.

"Brother, stop while you are ahead. This guy has such bad luck and doesn't seem to have a good temper. What if he smashes the stall when he is forced into a corner?"

Listening to his brother's whispered persuasion, the stall owner also laughed at his brother's lack of vision: "He is well-dressed and brought his women with him. He will never do such a thing."

The stall owner's control over people's hearts is simply extreme.

Sure enough, Cheng He felt so frustrated that he was about to explode, but when he turned around, he saw three faces, two adults and one child, especially since he wanted to get the secret recipe of braised food from them now, and he immediately felt like a deflated ball.

"Come again."

The stall owner happily held the dart and sent it over.

Cheng He couldn't count how many times he shouted "Come again", he only knew that his wallet was getting lighter and lighter.

At the end of the throw, he felt his hands shaking.

At first, the stall owner, who thought he could see through people's hearts, was a little scared when he saw this situation. What kind of unlucky guy is this? He has thrown hundreds of times and nothing, and this state is simply like being possessed by evil.

The stall owner even helped the customer cheat for the first time, winking at his brother to turn the turntable slower, but even at this point, Cheng He still landed his darts one after another in the blank area.

"How many times?" The crowd asked softly.

"I don't know, how many hundreds of times? I didn't count them deliberately."

"I counted, this is the 353rd time, this guy is really rich, seven taels of silver were thrown out, not even a splash."

"Seven taels of silver, the most expensive golden sheep is only worth two or three taels of silver, he can buy three, what is he looking for."

"He has a lot of money to burn."

"Are you still playing?"

"No, no, who knows if this guy is unlucky, or if there is something wrong with the betting, maybe the stall owner is playing tricks."

The stall owner was splashed with dirty water for no reason, and he felt very aggrieved, and retorted: "Don't talk nonsense, it's not the first day I set up a stall here to bet, if I do this kind of thing, will I not do business in the future?"

The stall owner didn't expect that there was a nitpicker hidden in the crowd.

"Who knows if you will get it once, unless you let him shoot something good." The nitpicker said.

The stall owner was so angry that he almost jumped up after hearing this, but Cheng He had just finished throwing another round of darts and was still pulling him to buy ten more.

"Customer, please take a break. You have been playing for so long, so take a break and let other customers play for a while, okay?" the stall owner asked.

Although he made a lot of money today, it was not just this time. There were still long-term business to do later.

Unexpectedly, before Cheng He opened his mouth, the nitpicker spoke first: "We don't play, we just want to watch him play."

It's not common to spend other people's money to have fun for yourself. Others were inevitably led by the rhythm and said, "Yes, yes, no hurry, we just want to see if he can catch something."

The stall owner was almost torn apart. He felt that if Cheng He continued to play like this, he would probably have a reputation as a cheater. He was afraid that no one would buy from him again.

He looked at Cheng He with a bad look. He just wanted to make a little money from him, but Cheng He wanted to make his shop closed!

"Ten more, for the last time." Cheng He pulled the sleeve of the stall owner and said, he now looked like a gambler who was very angry about losing.

The stall owner reluctantly handed over the ten darts.

Cheng He's hands were shaking as he held the darts, and he took a long time to throw a dart.

The speed of the turntable was also extremely slow, and both the buyer and the seller were determined to let Cheng He hit something.

The stall owner could even accept Cheng He taking the golden sheep away.

But the dart that Cheng He threw was obviously aimed at the golden sheep, but it was inserted diagonally into the blank area very close to the golden sheep in mid-air.

"Oh, what a pity, just a little bit!" The regretful look on the stall owner's face was heavier than Cheng He's.

He even blamed himself for drawing the area of ​​the golden sheep so small, so small that it seemed that only one dart could be inserted.

"Come again." Cheng He was confident and thought he was about to hit the jackpot.

But it was just a dream.

Every time he was close.

Every time he was just a little bit away.

The ten darts formed a circle and surrounded the golden sheep in the middle.

Cheng He was about to collapse. He was not stupid, so he could see the extremely slow speed of the turntable.

"Oh, this person is really unlucky to the extreme, bah bah bah!"

The crowd couldn't help but take two steps back.

"The wheel was spinning so slowly, but he still missed. It was really his own fault. It didn't seem like the stall owner was cheating."

"It spun slowly this time, but it didn't spin slowly before. I didn't hit anything after hundreds of times. I don't believe the stall owner is not playing tricks."

Cheng He didn't even have the strength to raise his hand. He listened to the crowd and looked at the stall owner with suspicion: "It must be you who played tricks, otherwise I wouldn't have missed anything for so long."

The stall owner almost vomited blood when he heard this. He was also afraid that Cheng He would ask for a refund, so he said: "You threw the dart yourself. Can I control your hand to throw it to a blank place? Didn't you see how slowly my brother's wheel was spinning just now? If you still doubt me, then let someone else spin the wheel. It doesn't matter who you choose!"

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