Chapter 166 Betting on all spirit crystals (2 more votes)

‘Chop off the legs’

‘Bet bet quickly’

‘Win, win, win, win them!’

Whispers, high or low, echoed in Mi Bayue's ears, but in fact there was no one around her. These voices rushed to drill into her ears, into her mind, and polluted her soul.

However, no matter how crazy or irritable they are, they are still incompetent and can only circle outside Mi Bayue's body like annoying flies.

It's really annoying, but Mi Bayue would not be affected by this annoying mind.

Compared with the mental pressure caused by incarnation as a Yin God in Lingzhou, this level of noise outside the mind is nothing at all.

"I'm not interested in winning these thighs." Mi Bayue politely rejected the dealer's invitation.

Dealer: "…"

The gamblers around the gambling table all looked at Mi Bayue.

The crazy eyes of the two pairs of gambling were red and focused on Mi Bayue.

"Why don't you place bets?" The disciple who had just lost one thigh and had his upper body missing hands. He looked extremely embarrassed and spoke gloomy.

Another person continued, "Put your legs up, no one can blame the debt!"

"Bang--" The gambling table was slapped hard by a disciple. He cursed at Mi Bayue impatiently: "Hurry up! Bet quickly, everyone is waiting for the opening!"

The dealer also said: "Everyone can only bet on the opening. Girl, everyone is waiting for you."

As soon as these words were said, those who stared at her became even more vicious. Someone had already formed spells, which showed signs that she would be attacked by all the members if she didn't place bets.

Mi Bayue and the dealer looked at each other, and the dealer pointed at the sieve cup with his fingers, and then and then, he finished with five fingers and changed his other hand.

As time passed, the atmosphere became more and more solemn, and the dealer's eyes became more and more greedy.

Mi Bayue approached the gambling table.

The dealer paused for a moment, then stared at her thigh with malicious intentions.

Mi Bayue opened the Book of Good and Evil, took out a centipede-like artifact from it, and broke off one from the artifact with more than a dozen legs and placed it on the gambling table.

"Let's open the market." Mi Bayue looked up and said to the dealer.

At this moment, the dealer's brow could squeeze the mosquitoes to death. It stared at Mi Bayue in shock and anger, and its hands that were pinching the sieve cup had bulged.

Even though she was so angry that she didn't take action, Mi Bayue realized that her behavior was within the recognition of the rules.

"I agreed to have the minimum bet for one leg." She smiled.

The dealer stared at Mi Bayue with a stern look of 'I remember it', and shouted hoarsely: "Buy it and leave it! Get it--"

The sieve cup was opened, and the five sieves inside were still turning around. Look carefully at where the sieve was, it was obviously five eyeballs.

They rotate and collide, breaking one after another, and in a moment the last one is about to survive.

The dealer squinted his eyes.

Its hand holding the cup, and one finger nail suddenly extended, and it was about to poke the eyeball.

"Tong-" it grinned, and the word "kill" was about to be said.

The sharp nails were cut to the ground by the shadows, and the remaining eyeball also ended and stayed steadily on the table.

The dealer's smile froze on his face, and then his whole body trembled with anger.

Its eyes turned around the faces of all the gamblers, and finally stopped on Mi Bayue's face.

Mi Bayue pointed to the circle she bets and wrote, "I should have won?"

The dealer stared at her, "One, small!"

"Win, win!"

"Ah! Come again!"

"Why isn't it big!?"

The noisy shouts were laughing and angry, and there was no difference between the disciples around him and the gamblers in ordinary gambling houses.

Mi Bayue saw that the wound on Yingfang's disciple's thigh healed automatically. It seemed that he had never been injured before. The lost disciple was still missing. The blood from the wound was constantly flowing. At this flow rate, if the bandage and stop bleeding were not done, even if the spiritual cultivation physique was far superior to that of an mortal, it would not last long.

As a winner, Mi Bayue took back his tricks leg and also gained a thigh from unknown who it was.

She had no appetite to take someone's thighs. After asking who it was, she returned the thighs to the other party.

"What are you going to bet on?" As the master of the thigh, the male disciple asked Mi Bayue mechanically.

Mi Bayue: "Don't bet."

The male disciple looked confused for a moment, and then said angrily: "Why don't you gamble?"

Mi Bayue ignored him and turned around and left.

"Guest." A woman dressed as a maid blocked her way, "Guest, don't rush to leave. You are not interested in your thighs, there are always other things that you are interested in here."

Mi Bayue had no intention of leaving like this, but this stranger obviously didn't know what she was thinking and was trying his best to keep her.

"I'll make a bet with the guest, but the bettor dare not go in." The dead-faced maid showed a smile that she thought was kind and pointed in a direction inside the house, "The bet is for the guest."

This bet is equivalent to giving it for free - as long as you go in, you can get the bet you want.

This is also a clear temptation to lure into the greed in your heart.

As long as you develop a little greed, you will be stimulated to the maximum extent by the power of some rules.

The maid was still seducing, "Think about it, whether it is cultivation, spells, memories, physical bodies, everything, as long as you have it, you can use it as a bet."

Mi Bayue's expression was moving.

The maid smiled with satisfaction, her eyes as if she was looking at the larvae that was automatically thrown into the spider web.

Mi Bayue said as she wished: "Then bet on all the spiritual crystals we each have now."

Maid: "..."

All the spiritual crystals they own?

At first glance, there is nothing wrong with this, but as a strange story that takes gambling as the rule, you can capture the twists and turns of betting in a flash.

The maid is not a single individual, it is part of the weird story.

Once this bet is established, the bet falls on the weird story itself.

Except for Mi Bayue herself, no one knows how many spiritual crystals she calls all the spiritual crystals there.

This is not a fair bet.

But it doesn't matter.

The prey had bitten the bait and just waited for her to walk in...

The final output will be won back.

The maid nodded, "Okay."

Go in, go in quickly.

Mi Bayue didn't move and asked again: "Is the bet delivered immediately?"

The maid's face showed a moment of impatient hideousness, "Of course, guest."

Mi Bayue turned around and walked towards the small door it pointed to.

A gloomy gaze locked behind her until she crossed the threshold and the master of her gaze turned into ecstasy.

"Welcome to the guest room!"

The beautiful woman in the palace dress holding a cigarette pole said charmingly to Mi Bayue, "Customer, sit up."

After these words, Mi Bayue felt an undeniable force of rules that suppressed her from walking forward.

I saw a four-sided card table in front of me, and the woman in the palace dress sat in one of the positions.

There are already people on the left and right positions, with a bald old man on the left and a boy wearing Du'er Academy uniform on the right.

Mi Bayue sat opposite the woman in the palace dress under the power of the rules.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!