"Senior, why don't you try to place a bet with me?"
Looking at Yang Jianhong, Nie Heng pinched his nose and smiled kindly: "I don't know why, but I am very lucky today. Senior, you can really try..."
Hearing this, Yang Jianhong's old face turned red: You little bastard, isn't it because I'm angry with you that I keep losing?
This is a standard low-level gambler!
Easily impulsive and easy to antagonize others!
Whether it's the banker or a gambler like you, as long as you get the chance, you will fight against them and fight to the end!
Just like the dealer keeps betting on "small", he insists on betting on "big". The more he misses, the more he thinks he will definitely win the next one.
If you don't believe in evil, you still have to bet two hundred if you don't hit a hundred, four hundred if you don't hit two hundred, eight hundred or even more...
What's the result?
After playing several or even dozens of bars in a row, he will often beat himself to death, or even die just before the "big" one!
Or perhaps he is eyeing a gambler like himself.
If others always win, then I will always bet against the opponent, always believing that I can win the next one!
So the ending is probably still miserable!
This is the stupid thing low-level gamblers often do!
This is also the stupid thing Yang Jianhong has been doing today...
I have fought against you so many times, and in the end I have lost everything. What do you mean now?
Ridicule me, laugh at me?
And even if you have really good intentions, how can I still have the capital to bet with you?
Cursing and depressed in her heart, Yang Jianhong couldn't conceal her anger, so she stood up angrily and was about to leave.
At this moment, Nie Heng spoke: "Senior, how about this, how about I lend you a thousand taels of silver first?"
"What?"
Yang Jianhong had no intention of turning around and leaving.
In fact, even without what Nie Heng said before, as long as Yang Jianhong still has even one tael of silver, he will still continue to bet without hesitation...
This is also the standard gambler's thinking: the more you lose, the more you will miss any opportunity to move your money!
It's a pity who is this kid?
I don’t know him...
How dare you take the one thousand taels of silver from him?
And what if there is a scam?
Yang Jianhong hesitated, accepting or not accepting!
Nie Heng still smiled, harmless to humans and animals.
Pushing a pile of money directly in front of Yang Jianhong, he said: "Senior, you're welcome. Soon... junior may have to ask senior for some small favors?"
Looking at Nie Heng's sincere smile and thinking about Nie Heng's age, Yang Jianhong seemed to understand a little bit.
Soon the sect will recruit new disciples, and he will be one of the examiners for the new disciples' assessment. Could it be...
Thinking of this, he was not polite, he smiled and took the money directly to his side: "My little friend is so polite, then I won't be polite either! If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely help..."
Nie Heng still smiled, but what he was thinking was different from what Yang Jianhong thought!
He was thinking that if there was a chance, everyone would have a cup of tea and then find an opportunity to bury each other!
If you can't drink tea, just drink. If you drink one pot, you will be drunk for a thousand years. If one pot is not enough, just drink a few more pots. Anyway, when you drink high, it will be easier to bury the other person!
This is what Nie Heng thought.
Unfortunately, before Yang Jianhong could follow him to place a bet, a new dealer arrived!
Because Nie Heng had already won nearly a thousand gold coins, plus tens of thousands of silver.
So the dealer was changed.
"Brother, you are really lucky today!"
She is a woman in scantily clad clothes, about 25 or 26 years old, which is the age when she is very charming. Moreover, she is really good-looking and very charming!
Nie Heng scratched his head and said with a smile: "It's just good luck!"
"Brother, my boss has something to do, and I want to discuss it with him. I wonder if he can give me a favor?" The croupier smiled softly.
But Nie Heng had already noticed a dark surge of spiritual power, cold and cold.
Realizing this feeling, Nie Heng secretly sighed: Damn, could it be that your little trick has been discovered?
…
Nie Heng's original plan was to establish some kind of relationship with Yang Jianhong.
He learned that Yang Jianhong loved gambling, so he made a decision: first become gambling friends with Yang Jianhong!
It's actually not difficult to do this.
Just like two people who like to play chess, it is easy to become chess friends.
Two people who both like drinking can easily become drinking buddies.
Two people who both like calligraphy or painting can easily become elegant friends!
Wait wait wait...
Anyway, as long as he can get in touch with Yang Jianhong and become a gambling friend, then Nie Heng will relatively easily find a suitable opportunity to attack Yang Jianhong!
Unfortunately, he was careless and forgot some of the rules of the gambling house!
This rule is very simple: as long as you win too much at a certain gambling house, you have to accept certain tests from the casino to see if you can take away the money you won!
…
Yang Jianhong can't control it for the time being.
Especially the two men who accompanied Nie Heng were both martial arts masters. Nie Heng could only look cool, but in fact he cautiously followed these two men to a certain room.
This house is not big, it is on the third floor of the gambling house.
The windows facing the lake are large, and a few candlelights and three night pearls illuminate the luxury of the room.
On a flamboyant soft fox fur chair, a woman was leaning softly.
Through the curtain, Nie Heng couldn't see her face clearly, but he only knew that her curves were truly breathtaking, and that her slenderness and whiteness were equally breathtaking.
"Master, he's here!"
Two men in their thirties clasped their fists and bowed respectfully, then waited.
"Get down!"
The voice of the woman behind the curtain was gentle and gentle, with a vague aura of majesty that no one could question, and at the same time a vague charm.
Of course, she didn't tell Nie Heng to "get down", but told the two men to leave.
…
"Others may suspect that you are cheating with your spiritual power, but you are indeed not cheating with your spiritual power!"
"But you are cheating..."
"You are an formation master? Although you are young, you have already mastered the formation path for the first time!"
"With the power of my soul, I arranged a small formation in the dice cup! What a beautiful idea!"
Every sentence he spoke, it was still the kind of gentle voice that sounded nice but had to make people wary, and it also had a strange sense of majesty and coquettishness.
The woman stood up.
Stretching lazily, Nie Heng saw an extremely beautiful figure through the curtain!
Tall, well-proportioned, soft, concave and convex, like a cat or a fox...
This is beautiful!
Nie Heng felt very unhappy!
Frowning slightly, he was sure of one thing: the other party had indeed seen through his methods!
The reason why he was able to win so many games in a row was indeed because he played a trickster - in the dice cup, he secretly arranged a small formation.
The formation he arranged was very simple, and he could only control small things inside, such as dice!
So he always wins...
He has always believed that such a method should not be noticed by anyone!
After all, as long as you are a warrior, it is usually easy to detect the fluctuations of spiritual energy around your body.
For example, masters in the martial arts realm will detect even the smallest fluctuations of spiritual energy around them.
Therefore, many people believe that even warriors would not dare to use spiritual energy in large casinos.
Because in such casinos there will not only be masters from the martial arts realm to watch the action, but some will even invite masters from the martial arts realm to take charge personally.
But although Nie Heng cheated, he did not use his spiritual power, but his soul power...
Although his strength after rebirth has long been unable to compare with the peak strength of his previous life, when it comes to soul power, he still has full confidence.
It can be said that although his current strength is only at the Condensing Spirit Realm, in terms of soul power, he is already comparable to a master at the Martial Master Realm.
Of course, if he needs to control such soul power for a long time, his body will be too weak to bear it, which will lead to major problems in his body and blood and meridians.
If the time is long enough, his body and internal organs will most likely collapse under the pressure of his own soul power!
It is for this reason that when he was reborn, he used the method of spiritual sealing to seal most of his soul power from his previous life!
But if he just does something with the small dice cup, he only needs a moment to do it.
In an instant, those warriors who are particularly sensitive to spiritual power but not very sensitive to soul power should find it difficult to detect anything strange!
Unless there is a Martial King Realm master here!
However, judging from the information obtained from Yingsha, there are no masters of the Martial King Realm here at all!
So he always thought that what he did was absolutely undetectable!
What now?
Was he actually noticed?
Are there also formation masters in the gambling house?
Or at least a master of the Martial King Realm?
Thinking of this, Nie Heng's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he became a little wary, and even began to calculate what magical powers he would borrow from his previous life to help him escape.
The woman moved lightly with lotus steps and walked outside the curtain.
"I am the new owner of the four major houses in this small town! You can call me Jiuniang!"
What a nice view!
After walking out, Nie Heng saw clearly that she was an absolutely beautiful woman with a charming smile, gentle words, and a somewhat soft look in her big eyes.
And she's not very old either, maybe around seventeen or eighteen years old!
Looking at Nie Heng, she smiled beautifully, but what she said was not pretty: "Should I chop off your hands? Or your feet?"