"Oh, it turns out that June Jun's [Soul Vortex] is so useful. No wonder you have the confidence to challenge the great master. After all, even if the great master knows how to cooperate - a blank slate." The Warring States Daimyo played a blank slate: "There will be no system to grant BUFF.

"

"Of course!" Dao Bing Wuji touched the card, rubbed it with his fingers professionally and then played it out: "Seven tubes."

"Bump!" Ringo Huayue quickly took away the seven tubes and played one of thirty thousand.

"Peng." Qingyi touched the remaining five cards, thought for a moment and then played 40,000: "Listen to the card."

The Warring States Daimyo looked at the remaining cards with a very unhappy face: "Isn't the chance too small?"

"Even if we lose in the end, at least the chance of winning is better than yours." Qingyi shrugged.

The four of them were playing mahjong. If you want to talk about why they suddenly started playing mahjong, you have to start from the beginning. A famous figure from the Warring States Period asked Dao Bingwuji if he knew mahjong, and Dao Bingwuji became angry: "You melon boy actually asked a Sichuanese if he knew it."

Do you know mahjong?! Are you kidding? We Sichuanese can play mahjong on the bus and in floods. We are all your mahjong ancestors!"

So the Warring States Daimyo took the three kings to play mahjong together. Qingyi said, "I don't know how to play," and was pulled to the seat by the two men. "You'll get used to it just by playing." The Warring States Daimyo seemed to be very addicted to Mahjong.

, giving careful guidance while playing, teaching Qingyi (who also teaches Dao Wenji) about the details of Japanese mahjong. Both Japanese mahjong and Sichuan mahjong are similar. The principles are similar, but the terminology is different, and Japan can take tiles and Sichuan can't take tiles...

...Qingyi finally got a rough idea through rote memorization, and he has very low requirements for himself, as long as he doesn't cheat.

Then……

Starting from the second set, Qingyi won three consecutive sets. At this time, everyone laughed and said "beginner's luck" and did not take it seriously, but it was not fun to continue playing, and he actually won three consecutive sets.

Dao Bing Wuji is a veteran at the poker table, and Ringo Huayue is not bad either, but Qingyi's cards are always there in front of his eyes in every game. It's not that Qingyi is unlucky enough to be able to clear the cards in front of the door, but that he plays the cards unhurriedly.

He would pick up cards, throw them away, and if he didn't pay attention, he would get something wrong.

"Awesome, Mr. Liuyue!" He looked at Qingyi with a look of heroism and sympathy, and the Warring States Daimyo also addressed him warmly: "Let's change opponents! Princess, sit next to me." Play mahjong.

There is a saying that "Keep an eye on the home, guard against the home, and block the home." He sat down with Qingyi to oppose the home. This was a convenient way to stumble Qingyi, which shows that he has a bad intention.

The Warring States Daimyo showed his real strength when he was a little more serious. He knew all the cards that people heard. Although he didn't directly tell the cards, he could tell a percentage. This percentage was the probability that the opponent could mishandle the cards. Qingyi even had a feeling.

: The Warring States Daimyo can "see" 60% - 90% of the cards in the hands of the other three people, and uses this to deliberately let someone eat, touch, and gong, in order to interfere and test the others. How did he do it?

What? Qingyi's analysis found that this guy knows how to memorize cards, and can analyze each person's cards from the information leaked from each person's discarding and touching cards, and then continuously uses various means to thoroughly understand each person's cards. This kind of person is very

It has its own characteristics. It is not easy to win, but it is not difficult at all to make others lose.

After knowing this, Qingyi folded his cards with another purpose. In one game, he even broke up a hidden kong and then pretended to regret "Tsk, oops". However, the same trick was useless against the Saints, so Qingyi could not

Constantly changing his thinking, he has no fixed pattern, and the Sengoku Daimyo is also elusive. Both sides are calculating probabilities, and the opponent's cards are looming in their minds, not to mention how tempting they are. The Sengoku Daimyo ate three boxes of wagashi in a row and still can't figure it out.

Before he was satisfied, Qingyi was too exhausted both mentally and physically to be too lazy to draw the cards himself, instead letting Xue Duo do the work for him.

The two competed, but Huayue Ringo won one or two games in troubled waters, while Dao Bingwuji, who had not won a game, was already furious. After losing two games, Dao Bingwuji listened to the cards immediately, and then listened.

Two people immediately jumped up and yelled: "Ahahahahahahaha! Touch it! Clear the door! Turn over, turn over!"

Qingyi and the Warring States Daimyo let out a sigh of relief at the same time, and sat back tiredly in their chairs, both feeling helpless. Sometimes, even the most precise calculations cannot compete with the halo of pig's feet.

"Come again!" Dao Bing Wuji took the chips and shuffled the cards with great interest.

The Warring States Daimyo waved his hand: "Rest, take a rest. June Lord, did you gain a lot from your battle with the bald eagle?"

"You must have learned a little bit." Qingyi is not self-effacing, but he knows that he is indeed inferior. Bald eagles are good at "cheating", and Qingyi also imitated and arranged the scam after having an idea, and the effect was 30% to 40% of the essence.

vulgar.

The characteristics of the Warring States Daimyo are also very clear: he uses all means to make the opponent lose (which does not mean letting himself win), just like trying to create a flow on the mahjong table. His characteristic military skill [Kamikaze Attack] is a typical example

In the jade-shattering style of play, no matter how much advantage the opponent has, the gap can be evened out by killing each other. No one likes to die together, so it is understandable that the reputation of the Warring States Daimyo is worse than that of the bald eagle, and he is called the "poisonous hand muscle". However,

According to Kagetsu Ringo's explanation, the word "Tesuji" is used for Go, and the Sengoku daimyo himself, who was keen on mahjong, did not like this name very much.

"Okay, okay, I won't play anymore." Qingyi reached out and wiped his face. Feeling that this action looked like an unemployed middle-aged man, he quickly put his hand down: "I'm going to go offline and go to bed."

The sword-fighting tiger pounced on Qingyi. If Xue Duo hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and used his shadow hand to support the throne, Qingyi would have been pushed to the ground. Guixiong pressed his face against the tyrant's face and gritted his teeth: "As soon as I win, you will

Want to leave?"

"Well……"

As a result, Qingyi had to spend an extra two hours. There was no fighting during this period, which disappointed Qingyi who was looking forward to the mahjong match being interrupted.

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Gospel Continent, Sarah Monroe.

It is night at this time, and the undead creatures are marching leisurely. The soul fire in their skulls and chests emits a faint blue light. These lights converge in one place, like a never-ending surging river. The stars in the dome are in the sky.

Eternally shining in the embrace of God, the stars on the earth will disappear at some point. The two lights are like the two sides of a mirror. If viewed from a distance, the beauty is breathtaking.

At Salamonero's repeated request, the march of the undead creatures took a longer detour, five hundred miles away from the capital, so that the dignitaries and nobles of Salamonro could have a good night's sleep. However, the royal family members could not sleep at night.

, because Frankie has not yet returned to the team, he has to stay in the capital to accept the king's hospitality (even though the other party is not willing to entertain him at all). With the guardian hero sitting in charge, the people of Salamonero cannot go back on the employment contract, and they dare not go back on the employment contract.

The Twilight Empire stabbed the knife in the back. The "float" has been parked in front of the Salamenro Palace. The blood in the car changes every day, and the blood is so strong that it seems to be a bottomless red quagmire. Therefore, I recently went to the palace to discuss political affairs with the king.

All the courtiers had to enter through the side door of the palace.

"When the big dog is away, the puppies will be restless."

Squall held up his pipe and muttered to himself. He rode the undead beast that had been following him for a long time, walking in sync with the rows of prison carts made of fine iron covered with black cloth. The carts were pulled by several sturdy ghosts.

Hounds, they are majestic, just like the original Frankie, but as soon as there is the slightest sound from the prison van behind them, the ghost hounds will quietly tuck their tails and express their surrender to the things locked in the prison van. Squall has no doubt that once he

If you try to lift the black cloth with your weak hands, your fingers will be bitten off in an instant.

He kicked his mount in the abdomen with his right foot, and the mount lazily distanced itself from the prison car. He then looked at the female knight beside him: "Hey! Why do you look so distracted? Are you also crazy?"

Neveu glanced at him and said, "Be careful what you say." But she didn't pursue it further. It was really abnormal. Ever since she saw the ring, went out for a night and came back, she has been in this state. She has lost the ability that a knight should have.

But the feminine weakness that should have been lost is resurrected from the body.

"It's that king, right?" Squall took a deep drag on his cigarette and snorted disdainfully: "What did he say to you that made you feel like you had lost the fire of your soul? Could it be that he wanted to use the old times?

Qingyi wants you to return to his service, right?"

Neveu snorted: "I still know the most basic principle that knights do not serve two monarchs. What's more, in my opinion, although our majesty is immature, he is worthy of my Neveu Crowe.

Allegiance to that person..." The "that person" she said probably refers to her former fiancé, now King Sarah Monroe: "It's just to catch up with me, nothing else."

Squall sneered and picked his nostrils, but said nothing. Neveu turned her head away in feigned disgust, but actually she didn't want others to notice her frown.

Last night, her fiancé asked about the circumstances of her death.

Wasn't it just a blow to the head? She didn't say such a simple answer. There was a vague fear in her heart, fearing that as soon as these words were spoken, her fiancé would be in inexplicable danger, and certain things would be irreversible.

Some darkness she didn't know would revive.

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Twilight Empire, "Waiting City", Joint Scientific Research Center.

Today, after this boring meeting held by the new Majesty to show off his power...

Fermat, the undead repairman, rushed back to his room immediately, picked up a large canvas backpack one meter square, and quietly walked into the secret passage, looking around for fear of being discovered by others. Who knew he would step on it?

Entering the secret passage, he was caught by the Soul Fire Monster.

The soul fire monster shaped like a chandelier hovered over Fermat's head: "Haha! Sneaky, where do you want to go?! I understand, you want to go to the Steel City, right?"

"You also know this?"

The soul fire spirit monster said proudly: "Of course, what is there in the 'Waiting City' that I don't know?"

Fermat seemed to know that he could not hide it from the inspector. He took out a "spiritual energy rod" from his trouser pocket and handed it to him with a smile on his face: "Just pretend you didn't see me, okay? The boat is still waiting for me at the dock.

Woolen cloth!"

"Didn't I see you?" With lightning speed, he took the prop from Fermat's hand, and the Soul Fire Spirit Monster pretended to be: "But I have to be responsible to His Majesty, how can I... Well, you know?"

Fermat gritted his teeth and took out two more "Spirit Energy Rods". The Soul Fire Monster smiled happily and disappeared, leaving the passage. Although he had lost a lot of samples for display before he even set out, Fermat was in a good mood.

Instead, he became excited because he realized that he was about to go to the holy land of his dreams - the Iron City. His blood (if there was any) and soul were burning to the top!

"Hello!"

The sound from behind made Fermat feel cold. He quickly realized that this was the wavelength of Ström. Before he could think of words, a panic-stricken Ström ran over and patted him on the shoulder:

"Dwarf, I know what you want to do, let's go together!"

"What does it have to do with you!"

"Because I am the real alchemist, you just know how to make golems!" Strom also carried a big backpack and ran ahead huffing: "Hurry up, before His Majesty notices this.
Chapter completed!