Sensing their looks, Cheng Fan looked dumbfounded.

In fact, he didn't feed cards every time during these three rounds. Sometimes, he didn't have the cards he wanted in his hand at all, so he just played them casually.

Just feed them if you have cards in your hand. The cards you feed are a bit messy, so it's hard to guarantee they won't find them.

Cheng Fan thought for a while and then only fed him some key cards.

In this way, the situation of the poker game improved a bit.

The faces of the other two old men also looked much better.

After walking around for two more times, Old Man Li suddenly became energetic when he touched the cards. He listened to the cards!

Finally we have reached a key point of Hu cards!

Cheng Fan was almost in tears.

You're finally fucking crazy.

Old Man Li thought to himself:

'Get rich, get rich, get rich! Buddha bless me, I want to get rich!'

'It's about getting rich, not getting rich, ah no, can you do both?'

Cheng Fan twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that you are so greedy...

I looked at the cards in my hand and saw that I didn't get rich.

With a quick glance, Mr. Li saw that there was already one card in the pile.

The remaining two are either in the hands of the other two old men, or no one has touched them yet...

Cheng Fan lightly clasped the table with his knuckles and slowly fell into deep thought.

Do you want to use your spiritual consciousness to peek at the cards?

But Mr. Long and his seniors had said before playing cards that they were not allowed to use their spiritual consciousness.

This would be difficult to do.

With a flash of consciousness, although he could see the location of Pai, the two elders would definitely not be happy.

How can the poker game continue?

Divine consciousness cannot be touched lightly, and the same applies to the heavenly eye.

When the Sky Eye is activated, a golden light will appear in his eyes. The phenomenon is so obvious that the two elders will definitely notice it.

This is a bit difficult to deal with. How can we ensure that Old Man Li will get rich?

Cheng Fan didn't know the result and casually played another card.

"Bang!"

This is the voice of Mr. Long.

He is not far away from being suspended.

If he messed up his cards first, wouldn't all the cards he had played in front of him be in vain?

Huh? Wait!

I can also listen to the voices of the other two old men, right?

Cheng Fan touched his chin and looked at the two elders.

I'm not sure if I can hear the second elder's voice.

Cheng Fan's eyes fell on Nian Suixi.

'Hey, feel free to hit me, my stomach is a little empty.'

'I will send a message to Lao Zao later. This guy ran to the north without saying a word. What is the name of the place he mentioned?'

'It seems to be called Qindao? Or is it Jiaoao?'

‘Say there’s some kind of Fujiabu Kuchang’er?’

'It's chewy and has a bit of an organ smell... Is this intentional or accidental?'

Cheng Fan:......

After thinking for a while, he turned his attention to Mr. Long.

'To make a fortune or to make a clean slate?'

'Get rich...'

Cheng Fan: Ah, yes, yes! Just fight this!

'Hmm... you can also make a fortune alone and do whiteboard work.'

Mr. Long's fingertips kept wandering over the two cards, hesitating slightly.

Cheng Fan wished he could send a message and ask him to do the whiteboard.

But he can't do that.

Once the rules of the game are broken, the game cannot continue, let alone other ways of playing.

In this case, the mission is immediately defeated.

At this time, Cheng Fan heard Mr. Long’s voice again:

'But if I hang the whiteboard alone, will anyone hit me?'

Cheng Fan: I can!

'Alas...it's difficult to handle. Let's split the cards and play thirty thousand.'

Snapped!

Mr. Long played a 30,000 card, but Nian Suixi touched it, and played a whiteboard with his backhand.

Mr. Long's mouth twitched, and he secretly regretted it.

'If I had made a fortune just now, I would have been fooled by just hanging the whiteboard!'

'You can't keep the whiteboard anymore, let's make a fortune!'

Cheng Fan's eyes narrowed.

In this way, Old Man Li and Mr. Long both have to wait for a fortune.

what is this?

Double shot?

But fighting for luck like this is not helpful at all.

We must find a way to make Old Man Li win the card game.

Cheng Fan was secretly worried.

Now it was his turn again.

Either he touches one and gets rich by playing it, or Old Man Li touches one and gets rich himself.

But with his bad luck at the beginning, Cheng Fan didn't dare to put his hope in him.

'Please, come and get rich!'

Cheng Fan closed his eyes and slowly stretched out his hand to touch the cards.

At this moment, a misty Taoist rhyme escaped into the temple.

The monks didn't notice anything.

There seems to be light flowing faintly on the Buddha statue.

Nian Suixi and Mr. Long were shocked.

He raised his head suddenly.

He watched helplessly as the wisp of white mist-like Tao Yun penetrated into Cheng Fan's body.

And at this moment.

Cheng Fan concentrated on the mahjong tiles he just picked up.

An extremely complex touch came from between his thumbs.

Yaoji?

No, it's not!

The tail of a Yao chicken is easy to distinguish.

In the whole set of mahjong tiles, if there are no flowers, there is only one possibility!

Snapped!

"Get rich?!"
To be continued...