God obsession system

"If I remember correctly, I found this thing under the floor tiles in a small room in Si Zhao Tang, so what does it have to do with Sakura Kingdom?

Could it be that you little cherry blossoms have been plotting against China since more than 600 years ago? "

Seeing that piece of earth-level equipment, Gu Yuncheng was not moved at all, and still looked at the old monk opposite with a blank expression.

"To tell you the truth, the things in Master Gu's hand are relics left by my seniors from the Nichiren Sect, and I hope you will hold your hands high."

"It's ridiculous. The things of your sect seniors have been for hundreds of years. If you don't take them sooner or later, you have to take them now? It's impossible for you to know this news."

Monk Yingxu's eyes flashed.

"To be honest with the benefactor, I only found out about it in recent days."

"Hmph, Great Monk, no matter whether you just heard the news or not, there is absolutely no reason to give away the things found in China.

If you want it, take a gamble. "

"Monks are not allowed to violate the precept of gambling."

"Old monk, your strength is about two ranks higher than mine, but you didn't attack me directly when you first appeared. I'm afraid you have some scruples."

Gu Yuncheng raised his head slightly, looked down at Yingxu with a sense of looking down, and said with a sneer with a seeming sarcasm in his eyes.

"Master, you don't want the incident to be noticed by the authorities, do you?"

Yingxu: ?_?

Why are these damn lines so familiar!

Behind the boy, Liu Qingqing looked at his back suspiciously. Although it was just a simple sentence, a woman's sixth sense keenly found something wrong.

Afterwards, the boy added another sentence lightly.

"Winner takes all."

Yingxu thought for a while with an ugly face, but he didn't know what to think, and finally nodded reluctantly.

"Forget it, since the benefactor Gu is like this, the old monk has no choice but to resign himself to the rivers and lakes."

After finishing speaking, he took out six dice and a dice cup from the space equipment, sat cross-legged on the ground, and started to operate skillfully.

"Benefactor Gu, you or me first?"

Gu Yuncheng:? ? ?

(ノ＞Д＜)ノ┻━┻

Good guy, you old monk looks thick and big-eyed, and seems to be very honest, but you actually know everything behind your back, right?

Seeing Gu Yuncheng's delay in moving, Yingxu became a little impatient.

"Benefactor Gu, the spring night is short, please don't waste time. When I was young, I used to be known as the beautiful boy of dice in Shinjuku. Back then..."

"do not."

Gu Yuncheng hastily interrupted the old monk's memories.

"Master, the bet I said is not the case."

"Do you want to play cards?"

Yingxu frowned.

"Although I'm not good at this, since the benefactor mentioned it today, I have to risk my life to try it. Back then..."

"No, it's not playing cards either."

Gu Yuncheng has already started to go crazy, at such an advanced age, can't there be something else in his mind?

It's no wonder you're only at the 7th level of the Mysterious Level, the sword capital level that's younger than you is okay!

"What is that, please tell the benefactor."

The old monk lost his patience and frowned.

"If the old monk has never touched some novel objects, wouldn't it be too deceiving?"

"neither!"

The young man couldn't bear it anymore, raised the Jiulongluan golden gun angrily and pointed it at Yingxu, and said in a cold voice.

"Old monk, your strength is two levels higher than mine, I will shoot today, young master, if you catch it unscathed, the thing in my hand will belong to you.

If you are scratched by my spear, then I will win, and the things in your hand will belong to me.

How, do you dare or not! "

After hearing this, Yingxu immediately stood up, and in the blink of an eye, all the equipment on the ground was put into the space equipment without a trace, and the old man returned to his previous dignified appearance.

"good."

There was no trace of embarrassment, and the old monk even showed a very gracious smile.

However, the two middle-aged monks who followed behind him bowed their heads in shame, as if deeply ashamed.

"It's just that the rules are a bit unfair. How about the criterion for winning if the tip of the donor's gun penetrates two centimeters into the old monk's body?"