The others are ordinary players.
Li Ming died in Shanhu's body. Although it was not Qu Ling'er's fault, she still planned to compensate her.
Zhang Yufeng had his arm broken, and he was really angry with Li Ming this time.
He didn't blame Qu Ling'er, but in order to survive, he still asked Qu Ling'er for some hemostatic medicine.
Just think of it as a loan.
Among the remaining people, she was closer to Bujie Lanmo. Bujie was a monk, and Qu Linger was embarrassed to let him gamble.
Then Lan Mo will have to get a bargain.
Lan Mo passed the request almost instantly without waiting for him to ask what happened.
The system popped up a prompt for him.
[Qu Ling'er, the captain of the Northeastern Suicide Squad, invites player Lan Mo to join her. Do you agree?]
"yes"
Just as Lan Mo was sure of it, a blue vortex door as tall as a person appeared in front of him.
After reaching out and touching the whirlpool, Lan Mo's figure disappeared on his small raft.
It felt like in the blink of an eye, the scenery before my eyes changed completely.
Lan Mo raised his hand and pinched his arm.
“Hiss! It hurts!”
"You're so stupid! Are you pinching yourself for no reason? Stop staring blankly and come over here to play mahjong."
After finding out that he was not dreaming, Lan Mo was so happy that he went crazy.
Finally, he didn't have to drift on the sea alone, and everything he saw now felt new and interesting.
Qu Linger stood up and pushed him to the table: "Don't be crazy, we are short of three people and you are the only one missing."
At the beginning, Qu Ling'er was overwhelmed because three out of the four people didn't know how to play.
Gu Qing had no chance to play with it in the end times, and Nie Fengjiao was an ancient person who had never seen this thing.
Lan Mo is an interstellar person and knows even less about mahjong.
But the three of them were very smart. After Qu Ling'er explained it to them in detail, they were able to play it well.
After they learned how to play, Qu Ling'er became even more depressed.
Each of these three people has better luck than the other, and she always arranges the cards, plays the cards, and makes the shots.
If you continue to stack cards and play cards, others will take advantage of you.
What's worse is that they often win big.
After two rounds, Qu Ling'er didn't even get the Hu Zui'er card, and she pushed the cards away in anger.
"I don't want to play mahjong anymore. It's too much of a bully."
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