Erbaozi’s life that defies heaven

The three days were very tight, and the local spirits and the fantasy spirits rehearsed intensively and simulated confrontation.

Zhan Lingzi is busy, and non-Zhan Lingzi is not idle either. Various gossips spread from the mouths of these spirits.

For example, in the battle between madman Li Xingchen, how many spirit children he will face is an unsolved mystery. Because at that time, he arrogantly threatened to accept all invitations to fight local spirit sons. Regarding this, no one has counted, some say fifty, some say one hundred, and even people can be added temporarily. So much so that it's impossible to make a conclusion about his odds.

Then there are the predictions about the academic battle list. There are various versions emerging one after another. The main ones are badmouthing the fantasy people, believing that only a very small number of fantasy people can be on the list.

In the teacher's apartment, Yang Qing held a palm star and carefully studied various odds. He had a gambling gene in his heart, otherwise he would not let Li Xingchen secretly place bets in his dreams. The odds of a fantasy person are always high, except for the special case of Wan Yanzhao. The most magical one is the madman Li Xingchen, who has no odds.

Palm Star supports the circulation of money, but the risk is high and it is a high-risk area for fraud. For large transactions, people are keen on face-to-face physical delivery. The Palm Star function is more powerful than the Wanluo Card.

As the highest institution of higher learning in Beiji, any news about the school will spread throughout Beiji very quickly.

Such a sensitive event as the dispute over the fantasy was shown in the mainstream media for the first time, and various handicaps were blooming.

Li Xingchen, wearing a fake mask, appeared at the most powerful and reputable dealer in Tianshu City, claiming to be from one of the Seven Stars. He is going to play big, and he wants to go all-in on the [-] million selling card. As for how to suppress it, of course it is to suppress yourself.

The strongest handicap is indeed professional, more professional than a bank, with neat windows, eye-catching and neat halls.

The large spirit screen scrolls with detailed betting information. One of the most eye-catching duels is Li Xingji versus Ximen Liuyun. The other is the top three in the flying list of the local Beiji University. The odds are [-] to [-]. Prediction There is an [-]% winning rate.

As for why they are the top three instead of detailed rankings, the reason is that the other two have joined the army and served. The three of them cannot compete at all and have occupied two positions for many years.

One is Li Xingji, the strongest player recommended by Huanren. The odds are [-] to [-], and the predicted winning rate is [-]%. The gap is quite large.

The second one is the madman Li Xingchen versus all the spirits. As for the odds, the boss is afraid of losing money and does not raise the odds.

This malicious poster made the person involved extremely unhappy, and he wanted revenge, the kind that would make the banker cry.

"Beauty, the crazy buyer wins, [-] million natural low-density!"

"Ah! Young hero, please say mahjong again!" Zhike Meimei thought she heard wrong and needed to confirm.

The client is impatient. Your sponsor is humiliating me. How can I give you a good look?

"Buying madman, [-] million naturally low-density!"

Zhike Meimei confirmed, was shocked, showed a standard smile and said: "Young hero, behind this scene is one of the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper, please don't cause trouble, young hero!"

"Pop!" A stack of passes from Wanshi Li's Bank was thrown on the counter, as many as a thousand. Meimei's face turned pale, knowing that she had made a big mistake, she hurriedly stood up and bowed to apologize.

Is it an ordinary person who can easily pocket tens of millions of stones? He must be a young ancestor of someone's family.

"My lord, wait a minute, the little maid with thousands of stones can't do it here. The little maid will call the hall master immediately." As expected of a clever person who can judge the appearance of others, his status has been reduced to that of a little maid.

……

In the VIP room, a feminine divine infant spirit man was carefully receiving the masked madman Li Xingchen. The reason for being cautious was not because of the millions of stones, but because the look in his eyes with the aura of a rabbit was so scary that it made his divine infant stay in his mind. Stable.

Li Xingchen borrowed the principles of the single-target soul-dropping technique and incorporated the rabbit's consciousness into his eyes, which is equivalent to the single-target soul-dropping technique. Controlling the rabbit's breath level has an excellent deterrent effect.

"Why can't crazy people be detained?"

"Sir, I'm just the leader of the hall. I really can't be the master. The madman's odds need to be set by the sponsor."

"Contact your sponsor immediately. I want to place a bet and give you half a quarter of an hour, otherwise I won't be polite!"

"Yes, yes, I will contact you right away." For a divine baby to call himself "young" shows how much pressure there is.

In less than half a moment, the madman's odds came out, one lost ten, and the winning rate was [-]%.

As soon as the odds came out, the market immediately exploded, and gamblers were ready to bet wildly on whether the local spirit person would win. But the handicap is not for fools. One bet on an artificial low-density spirit stone, one bet on the pressure limit, and even if you win, you will lose ten star coins, which is harmless. Buying madman has no limit on bets. As expected of the one who opened the market, the abacus made a loud noise. In their opinion, a madman will lose, and buying a madman means giving away spiritual stones.

The masked madman took the ticket issued by the handicap and disappeared into the sea of ​​people. The few tails went back to resume their lives dejectedly.

Today, Li Xingchen is no longer a rookie, but already quite experienced. He possesses powerful spiritual consciousness and is an excellent tail flicker. No one in Beiji who can follow him has appeared yet.

There is movement on the sound card, my father-in-law Yang Qingfeng.

"What about people?"

"Tianshu City!"

"speak English!"

"My father-in-law, Tianshu City is not in the academy."

"I ask you, tell me honestly, are you really sure?" Who is your son-in-law? Whatever my father-in-law says will tell me what kind of work he wants to do. Seeing that the old father-in-law had relapsed, the son-in-law started to smell bad.

"Father-in-law, gambling costs money and is harmful to your health. Save more money and bring back more mothers-in-law for me."

"Damn it, you don't have to worry about me. Speak like a human being, and say it properly..." Yang Qingfeng was so angry that he stopped midway, thinking about the possibility of his son-in-law suddenly setting foot in Tianshu City. He said sharply:

"You didn't go to Tianshu City to place bets, right?"

"My father-in-law is wise, and my son-in-law happened to be passing by and dropped a small sum of money!"

"That's unreasonable. Why didn't you ask me to pass by with you?" Yang Qing was very arrogant and refused to bet on his son-in-law. He was angry that his son-in-law didn't ask him to pass by Tianshu City with him. He also has this hobby and likes to pass by.

"How much will you suffer if you are not a son of man?"

"one thousand."

"I bet a thousand spirit stones, and you deliberately passed by Tianshu City. What's wrong with you? It's boring." The father-in-law despises his son-in-law's petty attitude. What's the point of betting a thousand? If you want to play, just play the big one.

"Ten thousand."

Yang Qingfeng:…

My father-in-law really wanted to flash his son-in-law and beat him to death, so he was so worried that he just threw out the ten million card before it was warm. He sucked in the cold air and simulated the pleasure of betting ten million. A dangerous thought arose in my mind: Should I use the more than three million I have to make some money?

If Yang Ling, the emotional bridge, knew that the two men she was closest to had such a common hobby, she would not know how she would feel.

Seeing that there was no movement from the father-in-law, the son-in-law reflected on himself that his actions were out of line, which made the father-in-law extremely popular, so he quickly launched remedial measures.

"Father-in-law?"

"Are you sure? You lose ten for one, and you will make a lot of money!"

Li Xingchen:…

He understood that the father-in-law was angry not because he gambled, but because he didn't invite him to pass by and gamble together. If you want to please your father-in-law, you have to hit his weak spot.