Chapter 983
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He was actually very repulsed by the Eight Great Empires. His family was the royal family here, but it was said that they were only a small family there. He didn't want to go there, so he didn't pay much attention to his cultivation and didn't return to the academy. He didn't plan to be chosen by the Nebula Sect in the future. If he was chosen, then he had to go there.
He could be called a little tyrant here, but if he went to those places, he would have to be humble. He didn't want to do that.
"Quick, quick, Song Ming is gambling in front again. He lost a lot of money yesterday. Let's go and take a look," a few men said and went forward together.
Fengjiu and the other two who were sitting at the tea stall heard this and their expressions changed slightly. It was said that Song Ming, in addition to his love for beauties and debauchery, was also very good at gambling. How could he lose?
"Let's go and take a look too?" Ning Lang looked at the other two and asked.
"Yes." Fengjiu nodded. After paying for the tea, he got up and followed the crowd.
Some distance ahead, an alley was crowded with people. There was a square table in the middle of the crowd. A young man in embroidered clothes sat there with his legs crossed. There was a servant behind him. There was a dice cup in front of him. There were two words written on the table, big and small. There was also a lot of money on it.
"Quick, quick, quick, place your bets!" He shouted and knocked on the table with one hand.
Many people placed their bets again. Most of them bet on the big side. After everyone settled down, he opened the dice cup. When they saw the numbers inside, everyone was shocked.
"How can it be small? I've already opened many small games. "
"I've already lost a lot of money on the big side."
"I'll definitely open big this time!"
"Hehe, I'm sorry, everyone. My luck is still pretty good today. I won again." He laughed. The servant behind him went forward to take the money and stood behind him obediently.
Song Ming picked up the dice on the table and shook it. After putting it down, he shouted again, "Place your bets! Place your bets!"
"I'll bet on big!"
"I'll bet on big too!"
"I'll definitely open big!"
"I don't believe I won't open this side!"
Everyone gambled and their eyes turned red. They didn't believe in heresy and took out their money to bet on the bigger side.
Fengjiu and the other two watched from where they were. They saw those people shouting and hollering, but when it was time to open the first round, they would open smaller rounds. After a few rounds, it was obvious that they had lost until their eyes were red.
Finally, someone believed him and shouted, "Keep opening small! I'll buy small for this round!"
"I'll buy a small one too!"
Another person followed, and in the blink of an eye, he saw a pile of gold and silver coins on the small side. However, when the plate was opened, the surroundings fell silent, and then people started cursing.
"Song Ming! Are you trying to cheat? If we buy a big one, we will open a small one. If we buy a small one, we will open a big one. You must be cheating! "
"Yes, you must have cheated! Give us back our money! "
All of them were angry and went forward to snatch the money. However, at this moment, Song Ming snorted heavily and slammed his hands on the table. The aura of a cultivator in the late stage of Foundation Establishment swept out and instantly pushed the people around him away.
He stood up with a sullen face and stared at the people who had fallen to the ground. He snorted coldly, "How dare you steal my money? I think you've got guts! "As soon as he finished speaking, he motioned for the servant behind him to put away the money on the table.
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