The Demon Lord Forced to Marry the Female Leader

That's what happened:

Inside the gambling house, the lights were as bright as day, and the voices were as noisy as the waves. Gongsheng sat at a dice table, staring at the familiar table in front of him, and an irresistible impulse surged in his heart - the kind of enthusiasm and obsession with gambling.

However, he was penniless at the moment, not even able to take out a single immortal stone. But his inner greed drove him like a demon, making him unable to resist the temptation. So, Gongsheng gritted his teeth and signed a risky agreement: if he won the money, he would keep it all; but if he lost, he would not only have to pay all the money, but also hand over his hands to the gambling house as collateral for the debt.

The gambling game officially began. Gongsheng took a deep breath, calmed down, and carefully picked up the dice and shook it gently. His fingers were flexible and light, gently touching the dice cup, as if he could feel the mystery hidden inside the dice through his fingertips. He placed a bet with full concentration, then held his breath and waited quietly for the decision of fate.

The dice rolled happily on the table, and finally landed steadily on an unexpected number. Seeing this, Gongsheng raised his lips slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. His eyes flashed with confidence, as if he had a clear idea of ​​what was going to happen next.

"Well! My hand is saved!" Gongsheng rejoiced secretly.

In the next few rounds, Gongsheng was like a god of war, relying on his extraordinary wisdom and sharp judgment, he won again and again, and the chips in his hand accumulated rapidly like a snowball. His outstanding performance attracted the attention of the people around him, and there were exclamations and cheers one after another. The whole gambling house was attracted by his style.

The gambling house was bustling with people, smoke, shouts and cheers. In this noisy environment, the monk in charge of the gambling house kept his sharp eyes on the tribute student. He noticed that the tribute student performed well at the gambling table and won several games in a row, which attracted everyone's attention. A glimmer of greed flashed in his eyes, as if he saw a shortcut to wealth.

After secretly calculating in his mind, the monk in charge made up his mind to seize this opportunity to gain more benefits from the tribute students. He quietly sent a few strong thugs and told them to wait for the opportunity to act at the critical moment.

Gongsheng was so absorbed in the gambling that he was completely unaware of the potential dangers around him. He was full of confidence and won again and again with his keen observation and luck. However, just when he was about to become the winner again, the situation suddenly changed.

The monk in charge of the gambling house attacked unexpectedly. He manipulated the dice skillfully, making them roll against common sense as if under a spell. Finally, the dice stopped steadily at a number that was extremely unfavorable to the tribute student.

Gongsheng was shocked and stared at the incredible scene in front of him. He couldn't believe that he would encounter such a strange thing. After coming to his senses, he tried to use his own cultivation to hope to turn the tide, but it was too late.

As the dice fell, the outcome was decided. Gongsheng lost miserably, and all his chips were gone. Seeing this, the gambling house's thugs rushed forward like hungry tigers and surrounded Gongsheng tightly.

Gong was filled with anger and resentment. He stood up fearlessly and pointed out that someone in the gambling house had deliberately tripped him up and tampered with the dice. He shouted loudly, demanding fair treatment and protested to the person in charge of the gambling house.

However, no matter how he defended himself, the gambling house remained indifferent. They insisted that the result of the game was fair and impartial, and it was all due to the bad luck of the Gongsheng. Faced with such a response, the Gongsheng felt angry and helpless, but he could do nothing about it.

After a fierce and chaotic fight, Gongsheng finally ran out of strength and was firmly pinned down by a group of fierce thugs. His hands were like being clamped by iron pliers, unable to move at all. At this time, the monk in charge of the gambling house walked over slowly with a sneer on his face. He looked Gongsheng up and down with a contemptuous look, which was full of complacency and ridicule.

"What? Do you really think you can just walk sideways here?"

The monk in charge of the gambling house curled up his lips and said coldly:

"Hmph, don't you know how powerful you are? You are just a mere mortal cultivator, and you actually want to fight against us veterans? I'm telling you, you're doomed! Now, your money and your hands belong to me! If you know your place, just admit defeat!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly had an agreement signed by Gongsheng in his hand. This agreement was like a death warrant, and Gongsheng's face turned pale as paper in an instant.

Gong was so angry that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He stared fiercely at the arrogant gambling owner in front of him, and the anger in his eyes seemed to be ready to burst out at any time. Although he used all his strength and struggled desperately, he was helpless because the difference in strength between the two sides was too great.

At this moment, Gongsheng realized that there was a huge gap between his cultivation and that of the gambling house owner. Not only was his body tightly trapped, but he was also deprived of the right to speak - it turned out that the gambling house owner had used an extremely vicious silencing technique on him!!!

This sudden change made the tribute student feel grief-stricken and angry, and he cursed the heavens for being unfair!!! Ahhhh!!!

Seeing this, the thugs of the gambling house came forward, grabbed Gongsheng's hands tightly, and dragged him out mercilessly. Gongsheng's feet rubbed against the ground, leaving deep and shallow marks, but these could not change the tragic fate he was about to face. Soon, Gongsheng was dragged to the door of the gambling house, where an extremely sharp sword had already been placed, which was obviously specially used to chop off people's hands.

Looking at the gleaming blade, Gongsheng's heart was filled with despair and fear.

He knew that once he lost his hands, he would no longer be able to write, draw, or wield a sword, and would become a disabled person... no, perhaps even worse than a disabled person, because no one would be willing to hire a cripple.

Thinking of this, Gongsheng burst into tears. He didn't understand why fate had played such a trick on him.

When the captured Gongsheng saw Chu Wanning and Fu Qian, it was like he saw the last straw. He said to them pitifully:

"Save me! Please save me! I will work like a slave to repay you! Please! Don't let them chop off my hands!"

Chu Wan Ning was speechless. What a mean guy. After coming on board the Ji Le Fang ship, he used her and Fu Qian as ATMs and shields!