Quick Wear: The Cold God is infinitely fond of the host

Diamond 250 mourned for these people in his heart.

Why did you mess with this living father?

There will be some good-looking people here soon.

"Is there any gentleman who would like to take the initiative to challenge this young master?" Zhuang He sat on the seat and glanced around.

As soon as the words fell, the proud spectators began to rush to the table.

In their eyes, Quan Si is just a soft persimmon who talks big and knows how to brag, and he definitely has no real ability.

In fact, they couldn't be more wrong.

Shen Fu Ji stood outside the crowd, said nothing, and just watched everything in front of him in silence.

He stared at Quan Si's hand and fell into deep thought.

In my memory, the other person's hands were slender and long, with faint blue veins on them. At first glance, they looked very fair and not stained with water.

Although this man looks ordinary, his hands...

She is very well-born.

Unable to completely confirm the other party's identity, he could only wait and see.

At this time, a burly man rudely pushed away the chattering crowd around him and took the initiative to sit opposite Quan Si.

He sneered, "It's good to have confidence, but it's not good to be blindly confident. It's easy to fall badly."

Quan Si looked at Zhuang He and said, "We can start now."

The latter nodded, signaling other spectators to place their bets first to determine which side would win in the end.

Five minutes later, based on the trend, most people bet on this sturdy man, with only one or two choosing to bet on Quan Si.

And one of them is Shen Fu Ji.

He held the betting cards in his hand, his eyes flickering.

When the people standing by saw that he was wearing the iconic green half-face mask, they immediately recognized him as Master Shen.

"Mr. Shen, your bets are always sure, why are you so confused this time? This guy is clearly bragging!"

"Don't jump to conclusions about anything." Shen Fu Ji was obviously dissatisfied with his words, and his tone became a little colder.

Seeing that he didn't get what he wanted, the man felt bored and had to turn his attention back to the two people who were about to play the game.

"The game has officially begun. Please abide by the rules of the gambling house and do not reveal the answers to the gamblers without permission. Anyone who violates the rules will be expelled and ordered not to set foot in the house for life."

The dealer placed two dice on the gambling plate, sealed it in full view of everyone, and then shook it at an extremely fast speed.

Every time he shook it, everyone's heart tightened.

Quan Si held his breath and concentrated, his eyes fixed on Zhuang He's hands. Every movement was clearly interpreted in the depths of his mind, frame by frame, and his hearing became more sensitive.

At last, he curled the corners of his lips slightly, and he already had an idea in mind.

About a minute later, the dealer stopped, placed the gambling plate on the table very carefully, and looked at the two people.

"Please give your answers to the question of whether the sum of the points on the two dice facing up is odd or even."

The sturdy man said without thinking: "It must be double!"

"Single." Quan Si held a different opinion from him.

This is not the end, he added:

"The sum of the points is 9."

"Boy," the sturdy man said with disdain, "Why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror to see how much you really weigh? Who can't just speak without thinking? Who gave you the courage to speak up right away?"

Quan Si ignored his clownish behavior and looked at Zhuang He's hand. "Please open the market, sir."

Zhuang He nodded, and everyone stretched their necks.

When the sealed plate was completely removed, the two dice placed inside were completely presented in front of everyone.

The front side is facing up, with the numbers 4 and 5 respectively.

"..." The sturdy man widened his eyes in disbelief, and then stood up in anger, "It's impossible!"

As soon as the result came out, the discussions of those who were watching the fun became much quieter, and the way they looked at Quan Si became different.

Is it possible...

Is he really the one who became famous in the gambling house last time?

"Everything in this world is possible." Quan Si sighed softly, "I am just a frog in the well, and my knowledge is limited."

"Who are you calling a toad?!" The sturdy man lost his money and his dignity, and couldn't help feeling ashamed. He slammed the table hard, and in anger he stretched out his fist as if to hit someone.

The wind from his fist whistled past, and a few strands of silver hair on Quan Si's forehead were blown up into an arc. He stretched out his hand and grasped the man's wrist tightly.

The latter's face froze, and he tried to break free but found that he couldn't move at all.

This man looks so thin, how come he has such amazing Kung Fu skills? !

The sturdy man knew that he had hit a wall and couldn't help sweating profusely. He has always been a person who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

Shen Fuji, who was hidden in the crowd, originally planned to help, but after seeing the situation in front of him, he did not rush forward.

"Your mentality is too bad." Quan Si increased the strength in his hands, and a very sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of his lips.

The next second, he broke it hard, and the sturdy man immediately let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, and the scream almost spread throughout the entire gambling house.

The strong man was in so much pain that tears were falling, and his wrist was becoming red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I'm in a good mood today." Quan Si played with the jade fan he carried with him, which was swaying and dotted with butterfly patterns.

When Shen Fu Ji saw the folding fan, he was suddenly startled.

That day, everyone else must have been staring at Quan Si Juechen's dancing, but he noticed the folding fan.

Although the two folding fans are different in color, their styles and patterns are almost identical.

How could such a coincidence exist in the world?

The answer is clear.

It was obvious that this man was the one he was looking for.

Quan Si didn't know that he had lost his vest without noticing, and just glanced at the sturdy man coldly, "If you offend me again, your hand will be unnecessary."

The sturdy man looked at him in fear and trepidation, feeling that those phoenix eyes were like the eyes of a devil that could easily take his life.

Fortunately, his hand was only swollen and blue, and was not dislocated.

This guy... is simply a devil!

Living King of Hell!

Zhuang He watched coldly from the side.

Gambling houses have always advocated the use of force to subdue others, and there are often situations where people are dissatisfied with the results, and there are many people who fight over this.

But as long as you are powerful, no one dares to say anything.

After this happened, no one else dared to raise any objections.

Several rounds went on like this, and as more and more people lost, everyone no longer looked down on Quan Si as they did in the beginning.

They all began to believe that this person was the legendary gaming genius from last time!

After winning another round, it was almost time for Quan Si to exchange the chips he won for silver bills and leave.

Today we won 11 games in a row.

The harvest was quite fruitful, which was good.

After taking the banknote, Quan Si had just walked out for two steps when a clear male voice came from behind him, "Sir, please stay."