"Wait, wait a minute! You said the mosquito venom was from your senior brother..."
Pei Lang's tongue was starting to tie itself in knots, and his worldview was crumbling, but Shen Zhaozhao didn't give him a chance to sort out his thoughts at all. She grabbed his arm and said, "Stop worrying about it. Come with me to settle the gambling debts first. It's only safe if the spirit stones are in your pocket."
The atmosphere at the gambling den was gloomy and desolate.
The goatee-bearded steward who had previously looked at Pei Lang with "compassion" now had a pale face and sunken eyes, as if he had aged ten years overnight.
The ledger spread out in front of him, with Shen Zhaozhao's name followed by the bright red odds of "1:10", was like a poisoned knife, stabbing him hard in the heart.
When the steward saw Shen Zhaozhao pulling Pei Lang through the crowd, his finger trembled violently. He pointed at Shen Zhaozhao, his lips quivering, and he stammered, "You, you," unable to utter a complete word for a long time.
His eyes were filled with despair and an extreme sense of collapse, as if to say, "I've seen all sorts of things in my life, but I've never seen anything like this before."
In the end, under Shen Zhaozhao's "kind" smile and Pei Lang's impatient "tsk," the butler seemed to have all his strength drained away, turning into a soulless compensation machine.
With stiff, zombie-like movements, he pulled out two large, obviously heavy, and spiritually imbued bags of spirit stones from deep within the counter.
One was pushed in front of Shen Zhaozhao, while the other, containing a full one hundred high-grade spirit stones that were so radiant and rich in spiritual energy that they were almost solidified, was stuffed into Pei Lang's arms.
Pei Lang instinctively hugged the heavy, cool bag of high-grade spirit stones tightly. He looked down at them, then up at Shen Zhaozhao, and then at the bag of dazzling treasures in his arms. He was still a little dazed.
An unreal, overwhelming joy instantly shattered all his composure.
"!!!"
Pei Lang gasped, so excited he almost kowtowed to Shen Zhaozhao on the spot!
Shen Zhaozhao twitched the corners of her mouth, but before she could speak, she saw Pei Lang, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, carrying his dazzling bag of high-grade spirit stones, charging triumphantly towards the group of dejected disciples of the Tianyan Sect like a victorious general returning to court.
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