"It's not a provocation, it's just that I really need that thing."

Lianhua slightly raised her eyelids, and the indifference in her pale pupils was exactly the same as it had been ten years ago.

Those fragmented thoughts flashed quickly before Yan Feichen's eyes. Perhaps the person in front of him wasn't indifferent, but simply disdainful.

"Tch." Yan Feichen raised his chin, and the flesh-colored scar on his left eyebrow bone reflected the candlelight, adding to his flamboyant and sinister aura.

Even if he's an immortal, so what? He's now the Demon Lord, and the Ghost Market is his territory. He can easily restrict the power of anyone present if he wants.

"You dare to speak to me with such arrogance, even though it's just a wisp of divine consciousness that's been separated?"

Yan Feichen gently turned the emerald ring on his hand, glancing sideways at Lianhua: "If you want to take something from me, you have to pay the corresponding price. This has been the rule for thousands of years."

"How about I wager my right hand?"

The onlookers booed loudly.

"Are you crazy? Who would want his right hand? Is his hand delicious?"

"That's right. The Demon Lord's Ring can command the Demon Army. It is our supreme treasure. It's not something that just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can dream of."

“If that works, I’m willing to bet my tail.”

The sound was coming from the wall. Lin Zhenzhen turned around and saw a giant gecko with its mouth open, babbling.

“Okay.” Yan Feichen’s answer shocked everyone again, “but there’s one more thing to add.”

Lin Zhenzhen immediately had a bad feeling, and sure enough, the next second she saw Yan Feichen reach out and point at her.

"I want her."

"Chen, what are you talking about?"

Bai Tongtong: I tried to stop Yan Feichen, but he waved me away.

"What, you can't bear to part with it?"

Yan Feichen smiled as he spoke to Lianhua, but his gaze was fixed on Lin Zhenzhen.

“She is not my property, and I cannot make decisions for her.”

"Oh?" Yan Feichen nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Then what should I do? I just want her."

"Chen!" Bai Tongtong's face was extremely pale, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell. She had indeed completely lost her previous memories, and now she only had Yan Feichen in her eyes.

Lin Zhenzhen secretly glanced at Lianhua's reaction. His gaze was deep and fixed straight ahead, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Did he come here for Bai Tongtong?

Lin Zhenzhen was lost in thought, unaware that as she stared at him, Yan Feichen's gaze grew increasingly sinister.

"In that case, there's no need to continue this conversation." Yan Feichen flicked his sleeves, making a move to leave.

"Wait a minute." Lin Zhenzhen stepped forward. "I promise you."

Lianhua turned around abruptly, a flash of golden light appearing in her pale pupils, as if she were both angry and warning.

But whatever his feelings, he ultimately did not step forward to call off the deal.

He accepted Lin Zhenzhen's sacrifice for him once again.

More and more onlookers gathered in the front hall, and the discussions grew increasingly noisy.

Yan Feichen remained silent for a full ten seconds. When he turned around, his expression had returned to its icy indifference.

"Okay, so how do you want to bet?"

Lianhua paused, "I've heard that the fighting fish raised by the demon race are exceptionally ferocious. I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to see them."

The scene immediately erupted in an uproar.

Yan Feichen raised an eyebrow: "You want to bet with me on Douyu?"

Fighting fish is also a folk fighting game, similar to cockfighting, dogfighting, and cricket fighting.

When the fight begins, “each brings a basin, and they fight as soon as they share the basin. They bite each other, turn over, and glare angrily, their eyes bulging like waves. The loser runs along the basin, and the winner chases after it until he cuts off its tail.”

The Demon Clan's tradition of betting on fighting fish has existed for thousands of years, and because of this, they have developed their own complete and unique training methods.

In addition, through generations of breeding and selection, only the fiercest and strongest fighting fish can ultimately survive.

At Ruyi Casino, no one would play Douyu (a gambling platform) because it has lost its gambling characteristics and lacks randomness.

Therefore, in the eyes of others, Lianhua's act of proposing to gamble with Yan Feichen on fighting fish was tantamount to playing with fire under the covers—courting trouble upon herself.

“Then so be it. If you lose, your right hand and she are mine; if I lose, you can take this.” With that, Yan Feichen removed the emerald green thumb ring from his thumb.

Several burly, unidentified monsters brought over a huge water vat.

This bet, which seemed absurd and unfair to others, thus began.

Although Yan Feichen did not have his own Douyu (a type of fish), after becoming the Demon Lord, he naturally inherited all the property of the previous lord.

Now in his hands is the renowned King of Fighting Fish, the Black Rock Fighting Fish.

It was a fully black adult fighting fish, not very large, about the length of a man's hand when fully outstretched.

As soon as the black rock fighting fish leaped into the water, it whipped its tail and swam around several times like an arrow, its head held high, exuding a fierce fighting spirit. Clearly, it knew this was its own arena.

Although she had never been involved in such activities before, Lin Zhenzhen had a general idea of ​​what was going on the moment she saw Yan Feichen's Douyu account appear.

This thing is not to be trifled with.

Like everyone else present, she turned her gaze to Lianhua.

He gently shook his sleeve, and a small silver fish slid down his sleeve and fell into the water tank with a "plop".

"Tch, this isn't a fighting fish at all. Did this guy just dig up some random thing from some ditch and dare to show it off like this?"

Before the man finished speaking, the originally slender fish suddenly grew several times larger, and its originally silvery-white scales began to shimmer with golden light.

Two figures, one in black and one in white, resembled chess pieces locked in a fierce battle on a chessboard.

There seemed to be an invisible Chu-Han boundary separating them on either side of the water vat, where they stood silently facing each other, neither daring to launch an attack.

Yan Feichen seemed to be getting a little bored while waiting. He stretched out his hand, and his well-defined fingers gently brushed across the water's surface, creating a transparent ripple.

As if sensing its owner's urging, the black rock fighting fish tensed up and launched the first attack.

If Lin Zhenzhen couldn't imagine what kind of fish could be called a fighting fish a few minutes ago, she now fully understands its meaning.

A set of fangs so sharp they seemed capable of crushing fine iron, swift and clean movements, and an unwavering, ruthless determination to fight to the death.

Within minutes, the beautiful but useless fish that Lianhua brought had its tail bitten off by the Black Rock Fighting Fish.

"It seems I've lost." Lianhua's tone was completely calm, but as Lin Zhenzhen listened, she suddenly felt that something was amiss.

Why did she feel that things were developing more and more like a trap?