"You can't play without paying money! You see, all of us play with money. If you win, you can take away all the money here. If you lose, you can only keep the money." Wang Si pointed to the pile next to him.
Yin Zi looked at Huo'er with a smile.
"Oh! Uncle, are you going to make a bet with me?" Huo'er blinked his eyes and looked at the wretched uncle cutely with a harmless look on his face, "How do you compare? How much money do you need to participate?"
Wang Si immediately smiled, his whole face looked like a bright chrysanthemum, and he thought he had caught a little fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
How did he know that this child smiled innocently on the surface, but in fact he kept despising him in his heart, thinking: This uncle who looks very wretched must be what his mother called a slut!
Dude!! Huo'er glanced at Wang Si with contemptuous eyes. How could Wang Si understand his innermost thoughts? It was even more unimaginable that he would be raped by such a fair and tender five or six-year-old cute baby.
My son, I was blackened hard.
Looking back afterwards, it seems that his bad luck started from this moment. Even if he regrets until his intestines turn blue, there is no way to remedy it...
At this moment, he was still unaware of the tragic fate he was about to face in the future, so he was still smiling very happily, wishing he could reach out and touch Huo'er's little head.
But it was obvious that Huo'er despised him. She tilted her head and naturally avoided his palm, "Uncle, please take out the money first! Then I can compete with you!"
Wang Si was stunned for a moment, then he took out a couple of silver coins from his pocket with a smile on his face, completely ignoring the sneers and jeers around him, and said to Huo'er seriously, "Look, kid, uncle brought out a lot of silver coins! Now it's your turn! You
How many do you have on you? Take them all out."
"Young man!!" Several middle-aged uncles glared at him angrily, "What's wrong with you?"
"Child, don't listen to him, he's lying to children!"
Huo'er showed a few small white teeth and grinned at the uncles next to him, "It doesn't matter, I have money."
"Did you hear that? I want you to mind your own business! Get out of the way, get out of the way!!" Wang Si impatiently pushed away several middle-aged uncles and glared at them, "Zhang Kun, I told you
You, don’t worry about things that you shouldn’t care about. You still think my young master didn’t fix it enough last time, right? Huh!”
The middle-aged uncle named Zhang Kun was the "father-in-law" whose pants were almost ripped off by Huo'er before. At this moment, he was glaring angrily, and a group of people around him even dared to look at Wang Si with anger and speechlessness, as if they were worried about him behind his back.
The young master was very afraid.
Huo'er raised his little hand and tugged hard on the trouser leg of his middle-aged uncle Zhang Kun, "Father, don't be nervous! I may not lose."
Everyone rolled their eyes. To be honest, who can think highly of a five- or six-year-old baby?
Ren Wangsi is a master at this, and he can hit at least eight out of ten arrow shafts.
Moreover, when they throw the pot, they don’t just throw arrow shafts into it, but they need to be skilled and powerful, because the mouth of the pot is restricted by a barrier. If they are not monks of the seventh level or above of the Houtian realm, they will basically be unable to penetrate it.
Layer the barrier and throw the arrow shaft into the pot accurately.
In their opinion, even if Huo'er, a little guy, started practicing in his mother's womb, it would be impossible for him to reach the seventh level of the Houtian Realm at this age.
Generally, a child of his age would be pretty good if he could test his spiritual roots and start practicing. The initial training was particularly difficult. If he could reach the third level of the Houtian Realm before the age of ten, he would be considered a good genius.
For people like Huo Jian and Yin Xi, it is actually quite normal for them to be able to reach the seventh level of the Houtian Realm at around the age of twenty, because anyone who can reach the sixth or seventh level of the Houtian Realm before the age of twenty without relying on any external help is considered very talented.
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Their rapid progress after that was closely related to Lieyan's help. This is the difference between a big family and a small family.
How many families have so-called geniuses who are actually just pieces of spiritual jade, smashing out panacea?
Therefore, it is normal for them to suspect that Huo'er is not good, because few normal children at this age can be as perverted as Huo'er...
Even Lie Yan thinks Huo'er's strange talent is extremely scary, not to mention these ordinary monks, it is naturally impossible for them to connect Huo'er with the extremely talented little monster!
Huo'er took out a handful of broken silver from his sleeve and placed it heavily in front of them. He patted the silver with his chubby little hands and said, "That's all I have! All my wealth is mine!"
Wang Si suddenly looked disappointed.
He looked at Huo'er, who was dressed in brocade clothes, and seemed to be rich and noble. Little did he expect that this child had escaped with a handful of silver in a shabby way.
If you add them all together, you can barely get five taels, which is pretty good!
He suddenly felt very discouraged.
Wang Si snorted softly and said, "If you add up so much, you can only get two taels of silver at most! This is not enough for a round of gambling. My little friend, do you have anything else of value with you?"
Huo'er pretended to be embarrassed.
As soon as Wang Si saw his expression, he immediately got excited again, laughed and said, "How about it? My little friend, have you thought of what good things your mother has given you?"
"Yes, yes." Huo'er sighed and glanced at Wang Si with a troubled face, "But mother said, this baby can't be exposed easily."
Although Lie Yan was sitting face to face with Nangong Ren, her attention was basically focused on her son. When she heard her son say this, she couldn't help but want to roll her eyes.
This child is really good at not imitating others, just because of her deceptive bad character...
"Wha, what baby?"
Huo'er shook his little head wildly, "You only took one or two pieces of silver, and you still want me to bring out a treasure? No! You have to bring out a treasure too! Otherwise, I will be at a huge loss! I won't bet with you.
Well, I don’t want to play anymore.”
When Wang Si saw how this kid could bargain, he immediately pulled him back and said with a smile, "Son, okay, let's bet, let's bet, I'm telling you, uncle, I also have a good baby here."
"What treasure do you have?" Huo'er looked at him curiously.
Wang Si took out a dark, unattractive iron box from his pocket and smiled mysteriously at Huo'er.
Nangong Ren's eyes wandered to that direction, he frowned slightly and stood up slowly.
Lie Yan quickly stood up, ran to him impatiently, and asked in a low voice, "What is the box in the hand of that wretched man? Could it be harmful to Huo'er?"
Nangong Ren looked back at her and said calmly, "A trace of ancient coercion and power seems to be sealed. You have to see it to know..."
What? Lieyan was stunned for a moment, ancient pressure? Just such an ugly iron box?