I saved the whole sect by playing badly

What Ye Qiao said was so sincere, and the image was so strong, as if he would turn into a black and white photo in the next second and hang there to be mourned.

This powerful language description ability made Qin Huai a little speechless. He wanted to refute that she was sophistry, but he couldn't argue with Ye Qiao, so he was at a loss.

The monks of the ruthless Tao are generally devoted to the Tao. As a person who can lie down and lie down, Ye Qiao quite respects the efforts of the scroll kings, so she changed the topic and changed the subject, "But, after you leave the secret realm, , it’s not far from becoming a god, right?”

Others marveled at her speed in breaking through the realm, but others were not necessarily slow.

Even if they were given the right opportunity, the speed of all his descendants would be far faster than his own. Thinking of this, Ye Qiao couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Qin Huai glanced at her and hummed briefly.

Seeing that the two of them were immersed in the conversation, Song Hansheng endured it, but still couldn't help but let out a strange voice, "Then you and Ye Qinghan become gods, aren't you very special?"

Who doesn't know that when these two people transformed into gods one after the other, the two sects made a roar of gongs and drums and fired firecrackers.

"Yes." Ye Qiao turned his head, smiled, and followed him to face Yin Yang, "That's great. We are all gods, and we all have a bright future."

He asked, "...Why do you sound so weird?"

"This is my sincere blessing, but you don't understand."

"..."

Shen Ziwei rubbed his arms. The cold wind at night blew by and he shivered. Even inside the formation, the young man was still uneasy. "Why are we chatting here?" It always felt like a monster would tear him apart in the next second. Breaking Formation Technique rushed in, and usually I didn't see a few of them sitting down and talking calmly.

"Because only chatting can pass the time."

In this secret realm, day and night are reversed. At night, you have to beware of the demon king coming to your door at any time. You can only kill time by chatting. All the monks release their spiritual consciousness throughout the whole process, wandering around, and any disturbance can cause Their alertness.

Everyone's nerves were too tense. Mingxuan touched her arm, "How about playing a game?"

Ye Qiao looked listless, but it was understandable. Among all the biographies, she was the only one who was as busy as a spinning top. The sea of ​​consciousness and spiritual energy were constantly consumed and reabsorbed. The process was undoubtedly mentally draining. After reaching a certain level, sleep would not play any role. .

She casually threw a few pills into her mouth to relieve her fatigue, "What game?"

The effect of the elixir produced by Bishui Sect was immediate, and Ye Qiao became energetic.

"Guess the number."

"It's simple, right?"

Ye Qiao wanted to play Monopoly, but it was too troublesome to explain the rules. When she heard about guessing the points, she nodded, "Then what's the bet?"

Duan Hengdao smiled, "Of course it's a bet."

They were still confident in their luck. Ye Qiao was very unlucky. Even if he could win once in a while, it was only once in a while.

"What's the point of betting?" Mingxuan hissed softly, thinking of the scene when he and Chu Xing made a bet, "A bet on my master's life? That won't work."

"Definitely not so cruel." Duan Hengdao looked at him inexplicably, "What are you thinking?"

"The common bets are usually magic weapons, elixirs, spiritual stones and talismans."

Mingxuan thought for a moment, "Then let's bet my master's life."

"..."

"Come on, come on, buy it and leave it." Duan Hengdao threw a few dice into it and shook it vigorously in his hand, looking quite professional.

Only the European emperors could laugh at this kind of game, while the non-chiefs could only watch. When Ye Qiao heard that they were going to gamble on magic weapons and talismans, she subconsciously tightened her mustard bag. Duan Hengdao asked her, "Do you want to play?" "

Ye Qiao shook his head, "I'll just take a look."

After a few rounds, everyone was a mixed bag of winners and losers. Looking at it, Ye Qiao couldn't help complaining, "Isn't your luck too average?" No one wins all the time, and no one loses all the time.

Sometimes playing this kind of betting game is the only criterion for testing luck. Shen Zi shook the dice in her hand and enthusiastically invited, "Ye Qiao, do you want to try it?"

"Come."

Ye Qiao carefully calculated his wealth and felt that he still had some money now.

"Get out of the way, the most unlucky person in the whole room is here." Shen Zi smiled slightly and threw the dice into the middle, respectfully and quickly making room for Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao felt that people couldn't, at least they shouldn't be wrong all the time.

Indeed, people will not always be wrong.

Unless that person is named Ye Qiao.

After a few rounds, she collapsed.

"Ah ah ah."

Ye Qiao grabbed the dice in his hand and stood up with a slap on the table. He said incompetently and furiously, "Why!!!" She couldn't believe why she could keep losing. Didn't KFC say that she was the chosen one? Damn the Chosen Daughter.

As soon as she got angry, someone started to get angry with her.

"Ah ah ah why is it me again!" Su Zhuo also started to slap the case and shouted.

He was actually quite unlucky and basically never won. Ye Qiao let it go, Su Zhuo couldn't figure out why he lost.

"..."

The two of them were helplessly furious for several seconds, and then they sat down one after another, suppressing their overwhelming anger.

Now you sing the scream of my appearance, which makes Mingxuan laugh so much that he punches the ground and collapses on the ground.

"Hahahahaha."

Sure enough, people's happiness needs to be based on the pain of other people. After he laughed enough, he realized belatedly that if Ye Qiao really lost until he lost his pants, he would be the unlucky one.

After all, a member of the sect might be able to help him pay off his debts.

Mingxuan's laughter stopped abruptlyjg

"Put down the dice first and calm down Ye Qiao." Shen Ziwei was a little embarrassed. Seeing that she wanted to crush the dice, he suppressed his laughter, controlled the shaking of his shoulders, and added with difficulty, "That thing is actually quite expensive. The... I carved it with the spiritual marrow a long time ago."

Ye Qiao calmed down instantly, "You are quite rich."

The spiritual essence used to break the realm is used to carve toys.

Shen Ziwei smiled at her and said modestly, "It's mainly because the family is big and the business is big."

In the world of cultivation, talent and ability speak for themselves. Although the Shen family is not a big family, his father is the lord of an independent city. If he does not join the sect and compete with other brothers and sisters for the position of heir, then with Shen Ziwei's talent, there is no doubt that he He is the next heir to the city.

Ye Qiao broke through her defense again.

Fuck, why.

Without her as a rich person in the world, would the world be destroyed?

"Let you pretend." Qin Huai watched her break through her defenses, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, "If you don't believe me, look up and see who the heaven will spare, Ye Qiao."

He just said, what he always said about the daughter of Tiandao, is it Ye Qiao's unlucky luck? happy.

Ye Qiao went crazy for several seconds, still unable to figure out why he always lost.

During the process of guessing the number, she used her spiritual sense to explore several times, but found no trace of manipulation. Various signs showed that the two of them were just out of luck.

Damn it, she couldn't accept it anymore.

After Qin Huai laughed at her, he asked, "Want to play a game with me? Let's play together."

"No, no, no." Ye Qiao said seriously, "I don't want to play with you, I want to play with Su Zhuo. If you can't afford it, you will get angry and beat me up."

"what?"

"Then Su Zhuo is ready to have fun?" Qin Huai smiled.

Miaomiao also nodded repeatedly, "Su Zhuo will lift the table to show you in a minute~"

It should be said or not, Fu Xiu has a strong self-esteem and can easily break his defense.

"It's okay." Ye Qiao said, "If I play with Su Zhuo, I can't afford it and I'll get angry and beat him up."

Fu cultivators are not worthy of getting angry and beating people. This is the unique ability of sword cultivators.

Moreover, Ye Qiao carefully compared everyone and found that Su Zhuo was also quite unlucky.

A duel between two African chiefs.

Wonderful.

Su Zhuo was named "..."

He couldn't help but said with sadness and anger, damn Ye Qiao, you'd better not offend us Fu Xiu, because once you offend us, it's like you didn't offend us.