Under the setting sun, the shaking light was almost invisible and he frowned slightly.
If Donggua only vaguely felt that there were no stones in the yard that surpassed those three old men, then she clearly felt that all the stones in the yard, except for those three, were already waste.
She took the first step to seize the stone without saying anything about it. She was a step too slow. It seemed that she was too young.[
"What? You just give up and don't choose?" Han Yu looked at Yaoguang who didn't move and spoke sarcastically.
"Why are you panicking?" Yaoguang said these three words lightly and began to walk slowly, pretending to observe the remaining stones in the garden.
There is no time limit for the stone gambler to choose stones. The three old men picked them first, but at this time, they had nothing to say to stop Yaoguang from wasting time.
I had no choice but to pretend to be profound and ignore Fluct Light.
"Yaoguang, is there really no stone bigger than theirs?" Donggua said through his heart.
Yaoguang walked slowly with his hands behind his back, while answering Donggua: "No."
It was so bad now that Winter Melon’s piggy face wrinkled into a bitter gourd.
If there is no stone that can surpass those three old men, then the fluctuating light is not necessary...
"Hey, I've never seen Beiming Yaoguang choose stones like this?..."
"Is it possible that she can't pick out a good stone?"
"Why, Beiming Yaoguang's movements are slow, what's going on..."
"Ah, is she choosing carefully?"
…
Looking at Yao Guang's slow selection of stones, it was completely different from the way he just picked the stones casually. Not only the stone bettors around him who had lost their bets looked strange, but the onlookers not far away also murmured.
This is completely different from the action of shaking the light just now.
"Ah, there are no good stones left?" Little Rakshasa couldn't hear the conversation between Yaoguang and Winter Melon, but at this time he heard other people's discussions, and his excited little face immediately became nervous.
"Little ladyboy, you are useless." Donggua took the opportunity to get angry and punched the little Rakshasa in the head.
Ignoring Donggua's fists and kicks, the little Rakshasa wrinkled his face and looked at Yaoguang with an unstable expression. If there is no good stone, wouldn't his mother not be able to win?
Doesn’t that mean his mother will die to apologize?[
No, no, I absolutely cannot let my mother die.
Good stones. Are there no good stones in this courtyard? Are there really no good stones? No more?