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The man who broke out slapped the table, creating a crack on it. The gambling cup was smashed to pieces, and the man's hand that was covering the gambling cup was also broken, including bones and tendons.
The masked man was stunned for a moment, and then his screams filled the entire lobby.
The "culprit" took action and, still angry, shouted at the man on the ground for being inhumane.
Xie Lian & Shi Qingxuan:.
Is it possible that there are few people with any humanity who come here to go crazy and gamble money and risk their lives?
Although I am angry about this, I can't take action at this time!
The two of them only regretted why they didn't wait until everyone gathered before coming again.
Shi Qingxuan wore a mask of pain, turned around and winked at Mo Qiuyan in the distance. After his attention was attracted, he pointed his eyes at Lang Qianqiu not far away, then put his hands together and made a heart shape with his hands to act cute, trying to plead for mercy for his troublesome colleague.
Mo Qiuyan slowly shifted his gaze.
The other party rejected your request.jpg.
Qingxuan is sorry, Lang Qianqiu's assist is useless anyway, so let's sacrifice it.
Seeing this, Shi Qingxuan did not insist any more - after all, no matter how good the relationship between Ling Yun and Hua Cheng was, this ghost gambling house was not Mo Qiuyan's territory after all.
Besides, they were not in the right in the first place.
But thinking of this, Shi Qingxuan's mind drifted slightly for a moment.
If someone from the Heavenly Court deliberately causes trouble in Yunfan Valley, they will suffer the consequences - they may be fine, but their savings will be in danger (inner tone)
Mo Qiuyan: Deliberately causing trouble? The fine will be too high!
Don't give it to me? I have a little control over your economic lifeline (exaggerated gesture)~
He confidently slapped the bill in front of Jun Wu Lingwen, and both of them got a migraine in advance.
In a few days, perhaps the perpetrator's creator peripherals will appear in the mortal market for people to laugh at.
The perpetrator could lose everything at best, or even lose face due to the creator's peripherals on the market, and thus lose followers. If it were a martial god, losing face and image would be a huge loss.
Mo Qiuyan: We emphasize peaceful solutions and try to use psychological attacks whenever possible.jpg.
It looks gentle, but it is actually very despicable.
This lesson, filled with the blood and tears of Xianjing, tells us: first, don't be rash. Second, don't let our economy be monopolized by foreign capital. To ensure Xianjing's economic security, be prepared for danger in times of peace. Strengthening risk awareness starts with you and me (???
(Yesterday's political class suddenly started attacking the author) (My brain wrote this out of control)
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Hua Cheng, who was lazily sitting in the curtain beside Mo Qiuyan, was worried about not having a chance to get close to Xie Lian. Seeing Lang Qianqiu coming forward to provoke him, he defeated him and raised the auction (?)
Mo Qiuyan felt distressed when he looked at the scattered ghosts and the expensive gambling table that was completely shattered into pieces. Then he remembered that this was not his home, so he gave up the idea of keeping accounts.
The playboy is so inhumane and insists on showing off, no matter what!
Now she just needs to lower her presence and watch the show from behind the scenes!
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Hua Cheng personally rolls the dice to attract Xie Lian to appear, and two random guests naturally reach the conditions for holding hands, and it is suspected that a car was driven (?
Hua Cheng's demeanor was gentle, with a subtle hint of doting. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his brows no longer held the sharpness he had shown towards Lang Qianqiu. He gently held Xie Lian's hand and then uncovered the gambling Gu: "How is it? Is the (number on the dice) a little high?"
Although he felt something was amiss, Xie Lian nodded and said, "Yes... it's a little bigger."
"Well done, keep going."
Mo Qiuyan:.
Listening to the ambiguous laughter coming from many female ghosts around him, Mo Qiuyan hesitated to speak, silently raised his fan to cover half of his face and suppressed his emotions.
This looks really wrong.
——You, the Blood Rain Scholar with thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually made dirty jokes in public (tactical fade away)!
What felt like an unusually long stick of incense passed, and the dice-throwing activity that had blinded Mo Qiuyan's eyes finally ended. Hua Cheng very "sincerely" displayed his "miserable" loss, appeared confidently, revealed his true face, and slowly, finally received a steamed bun that the prince had gnawed on, and left with satisfaction, saying where he was going.
The operation was smooth and natural.
By the way, he threw the steamed bun with one hand and took a bite, then turned around and gave Xie Lian a handsome look (?), which made the latter (unknowingly) shy and quickly fled the scene.
The ghosts were all delighted to have eaten the melon, and Hua Lian had her first real interaction in the main storyline, and they were all very happy. Mo Qiuyan enjoyed the sweet moments up close.
#A world where only Lang Qianqiu is hurt#
Seeing that the temporary trio of priests were planning to escape, Mo Qiuyan sat for a while and then stood up, leaving gracefully in the path made by the ghosts.
The next second, relying on his great magical powers, he shortened the distance by a thousand miles and rushed to the gate of Jilefang. Seeing that the gate was closed, he was slightly puzzled, turned around and went in through the side door. As soon as he entered, he saw a certain Huacheng with a serious face and dark eyes - he was quickly building a gold foil palace.
Mo Qiuyan was speechless: "His Highness hasn't arrived yet, why are you closing the door now?"
Hua Cheng didn't even look up, his hands moving rapidly as half of the palace took shape. "It's not ready yet. I want His Highness to see the Bliss Palace in its best form."
Mo Qiuyan glanced around the area and felt that it was unnecessary.
It's already dazzling and splendid, what more do you want?! (First)
Is this a sign of lack of confidence in the decoration of your future wedding room (?)?
Before Mo Qiuyan could even vent his complaints, Hua Cheng had already completed most of the Golden Palace and called out a song and dance troupe (?) that had only a few performances a year to add some liveliness to Jilefang.
Mo Qiuyan was also very happy. Who wouldn’t want to see a beautiful sister dance (shocked)! !
After a while, the door of Ji Le Fang slowly opened, and the wind blew up the gauze at the door slightly, welcoming the guests who were destined to come.
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Hua Cheng smiled and said, "Of course. Brother, did you come to see me specially this time?"
Xie Lian thought about the primary purpose of his trip and felt a little guilty.
However, Hua Cheng didn't even wait for Xie Lian's answer. He smiled slightly and said, "Whether you came to see me or not, I'm happy."
Xie Lian was stunned when he heard this. Before he could say anything, he heard the girls on both sides of him, who were covering their mouths, burst into giggles.
Hua Cheng tilted his head, and they all bowed their heads, leaving the palace empty in an instant. Only two people remained in the vast palace. Hua Cheng said, "Brother, come sit over here."
Xie Lian followed him, glancing at him and smiling, "Is this your true appearance?"
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Mo Qiuyan quietly left before Xie Lian entered Ji Le Fang. To protect the couple's privacy, she didn't leave a photo talisman and hid at the door with a depressed look on her face.
A moment later, the dancers who had just been singing and dancing in the Paradise Square poured out from the side door, chatting and laughing. Mo Qiuyan's eyes lit up, and he hurried forward to inquire about what was going on.
"How's it going? How was the conversation between your city lord and that young master?"
The girls were at a loss for words and said hurriedly, "How dare we eavesdrop on the City Lord's private affairs..." But after looking around, they whispered, "He seems to be chatting happily with that young man. I'm afraid they have a special relationship. I've never seen the City Lord so kind."
Mo Qiuyan patted his shoulder and said, "Remember to call that young man in white Dabogong when you see him next time."
After saying goodbye to the dancers, Mo Qiuyan wandered around the ghost market for a few more rounds, avoiding some safe "conscientious merchants" and finding some food to eat while strolling around. When the time was almost up, he circled back to Jilefang.
Hua Cheng was currently carrying a bandaged child. Upon seeing her come in, he tossed the child towards Mo Qiuyan and said, "If you want to join in the fun, help take care of the child."
Mo Qiuyan:.
She lowered her eyes to glance at the child and thought that this must be Lang Ying, the unlucky child who was defrauded by a certain Bai in the future.
Kids, let’s make the next national anti-fraud app (shocking sound)!
Hua Cheng seemed to have figured out the direction Xie Lian and his group were heading—after all, there was a double agent named Blackwater tipping them off (?). He went straight to the armory, cleaning off his scimitar, Er Ming.
Mo Qiuyan followed him into the house and looked up at the roof directly above Hua Cheng's head as he slowly sat down.
"Huahua, tell me honestly, have you figured it out?" Mo Qiuyan glared at Hua Cheng with his arms folded, his eyes narrowed. "Are you waiting for His Highness to fall from the sky into your arms?"
Hua Cheng raised his eyebrows: "You are more looking forward to it than me."
Mo Qiuyan said confidently, "I've been waiting for this for eight hundred years. If you had been braver back then, would I have needed to wait?"
Hua Cheng looked away without saying a word, and continued to wipe the knife slowly and methodically.
Mo Qiuyan:.
walk slowly
In the past eight hundred years, Mo Qiuyan hadn't actually visited the Ghost Market's armory many times. After all, she wasn't a weapons fan, and there was no need to come to the Ghost Market specifically for maintenance. Calculating the time, the last time she visited was over a hundred years ago.
This frequency is quite explosive in the entire three realms:-D
Mo Qiuyan: There should be a lot of good things in the past hundred years. Let me see what's going on (fly rubs hands) (fly rubs hands)
It's not that she's ignorant and hasn't seen it before, it's just that she's just naive (?) and wants to appreciate the workmanship.
Huacheng tacitly accepted Mo Qiuyan's prodding and prodding, and continued to wait there, occasionally asking a few words to Lang Ying who was staying where she was obediently.
As Mo Qiuyan watched, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have spread the idea of "If you are good at playing with fans, your brother will die early" to Huacheng hundreds of years ago, which directly led to the gold foil fan that was supposed to have a role in a few minutes being ruthlessly thrown out of the armory door.
Her eyes lit up. This simple little episode that was beyond the plot had no impact. She wanted to see what weapons Hua Cheng would use to deal with Shi Qingxuan and Lang Qianqiu this time.
It was a pity that she forgot to ask where the gold foil fan was lost, otherwise she would have picked it up.
#Don’t ask, if you ask I will regret it in capital letters#
Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from above. Mo Qiuyan held his breath (? ) and concentrated, and slipped back from the other end of the spacious room. He had already quietly set up the photo talisman, ready to watch Hua Liantie up close.
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