Yaoyao won this game by taking advantage of the odds!
Wushuang and Yaoyao ended the battle of the King of Flowers with a draw. Ziyi grinned very happily, because in a draw, she lost 20 to one, and she made the most money... It was indeed expected!
As for the reason, it must be because Ziyi had some tricks up his sleeve, but before she could make a move, Yaoyao met the standard... It was a draw, how good it was, it didn't hurt your friendship and you could make a lot of money at the same time.
The oiran competition is really tiring! That night, Yaoyao stayed directly in Piaoxiang Pavilion...
Yaoyao fell asleep very early to replenish her exhausted energy. In a daze, she always felt that something was wrong. She opened her eyes alertly,
A long sword with clear lines and exquisite texture, glowing with cold white light and chill, was placed on her slender white neck. The cold touch, with the smell of blood, made Yaoyao raise her eyes with a slightly displeased eyebrow.
Looking at the "guest",
Wearing a black night clothes, he wrapped his slender figure, handsome profile, pursed lips, and a silver-rimmed mask that was faintly cool under the cold moonlight.
"You...what do you want to do?" Yaoyao asked timidly because of fear, with obvious fear on her face, like a frightened weak woman.
The sharp weapon on the neck was used with a little more force, and a fine dark red blood mark was drawn on Yaoyao's fair neck.
"Shadow, you are so powerful, you can even touch my boudoir!" Yaoyao yawned delicately, and greeted Shadow knowingly, "No more fun, this mentally retarded girl will risk her life if she doesn't keep pretending."
game over……
The murder weapon was left like this until the body temperature of Yaoyao's neck warmed the edge of the sword. Shadow did not speak to break the silence.
"Aren't your hands sore?" Yaoyao blinked and asked innocently, and finally added: "It's nothing to be cool! It's boring!"
"Mysterious oiran, is it really you?" The deep, thick voice had just finished speaking, and before Yaoyao could reply, Shadow's sword had already been removed from Yaoyao's neck, and he withdrew it handsomely,
"You came here tonight just to say this to me?" Yaoyao curled her lips openly, obviously very helpless at the shadow that disturbed her dreams.