Feng Yelin was surprised, but he never believed that there was a free lunch in the world.
He became calmer after hearing Gu Mingle's conditions;
He raised his fingers slightly and asked unusually calmly:
"condition?"
"Sure enough, Master Ye, the city is deep, and I can't help but be very curious. Do you really not care, or is face more important than life and death?!"
"hehe!"
Feng Yelin chuckled.
Feng Mu glanced at him lazily.
What he said was so infuriating that it cost him his life:
"You talk so much! Are you getting older?"
Gu Mingle's face darkened.
On the other hand, Chu Yaoruo, who was standing by the side, couldn't help but chuckled when she heard Young Master Ye's humorous remarks.
However, Gu Mingle's anger only lasted for a blink of an eye.
Immediately, he responded calmly:
"Since you are in a hurry to reincarnate, how can I not give you a ride?"
This derogation was full of contempt, causing Feng Yelin's unchanging expression to change color.
The beautiful phoenix eyes gradually narrowed as they stared at Gu Mingle;
A dangerous flame ignited in his eyes.
Gu Mingle did not show any weakness, raised his chin and stared at him with a provocative look on his face.
Two outstanding men worked hard like children.
Tit-for-tat, childish verbal attacks.
It's really speechless.
Chu Yaorao rolled his eyes at them and said:
"Do you want to bet or not? What kind of man are you?"
"Women should stop meddling in men's affairs!"
The two of them actually shouted back in unison.
Chu Yaorao was so angry that she snorted with a nasal voice:
"Hey, there is a tacit understanding now?"
Ignoring Chu Yaorao's sarcasm, Feng Yelin first put away his dominance.
But the eyes looking at Gu Mingle did not relax at all: "How to bet?"
Gu Mingle's eyes never left Feng Yelin's face.
He stood up, raised his hand, and lifted the tablecloth off the gaming table.
Suddenly, the cards and chips on the table were flying everywhere.
At the same time, he ordered people: "Bring the dice!"
Feng Yelin was also provoked by him.
Stand up and put one foot on the chair.
Rolling up her arms and sleeves, she glared at him without giving in.