Ling Luoyu was very excited: "You said, is he living or dead?"

Feng Chenglin had a toothache: "Is this... what does this have to do with us?"

"Yes... If you win, I will give you money. If you lose, you will give me money!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

"Well, you bet he was born..."

"born!"

Feng Chenglin couldn't stand it, so he chose one casually.

Anyway, that person's life and death have nothing to do with him.

No, it seems to be related!

Just as he was about to change his words, Ling Luoyu was already smiling and slapped him with a high-high.

"I bet he died!!"

After saying this, Feng Chenglin became more and more nervous.

"No, Master San... How much is your gambling money? Too much... I don't have it. If Qingyou knew about it, it would kill me!"

"Not many, one gold coin is enough!"

Ling Luoyu's black eyes shone brightly, and he looked at the figure of the man in the straw raincoat.

"He is alive, you give me a gold coin, he is dead... I'll give you a thousand!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What is this logic?

"San Young Master... I won, give me a thousand coins?"

"yes!!"

"Then... are you sure you will win?"

If so, would she be the gold coin he had?

"Tsk..."

Ling Luoyu suddenly became shocked and frowned unhappy.

"We want fun when we bet, don't worry too much about these small details..."

"Cool fun is in the small details... You scared me like this!"

If he loses, Ling Luoyu will chase after him and ask for a thousand gold coins, and he will still make some profit.

What's wrong with losing money to him?

Feng Chenglin looked at Ling Luoyu again without realizing it, frowned: "You... can't be possessed by evil spirits, right?"

Ling Luoyu's smile froze completely: "Fatty, I'm giving you money to spend, but I'm still so whining? If you are unhappy, then you will lose. Give me a thousand gold coins and I will lose one, okay?"

"No! You'll lose a thousand!"

Feng Chenglin twitched his mouth and smiled embarrassedly.

"Even if you sold me, I don't have that many gold coins..."

"Shut up!!"

Ling Luoyu slapped him in the mouth.

"If you whine again, you will kick you down!"

Feng Chenglin closed his mouth unwillingly, but he couldn't help but look at Ling Luoyu several times.

Finally, I could only shake my head and look at the tavern with her eyes.

In the backyard of the tavern, the figure of the Shadowless Sword has appeared, but it is still just a rushing viewer and has no intention of rushing up to help.

At this time, Su Yao was the only one who moved around and the other two lying on one side, motionless, and did not know whether it was life or death.

However, judging from Su Yao's hard support, the other two people are afraid of being in danger.

"What are you still standing? Help!"

Su Yao tried his best to avoid the attack of the man in the raincoat and scolded at the Shadowless Sword.

"Don't you see the current situation?"

"See it!"

Not only did the Shadowless Sword not help, but instead wrapped his arms around and hugged the sword.

"You are retreating step by step now, and they are approaching step by step..."

"Then you won't help?"

"How can I help? You are the silver-robed killer, I am just a little ant from the Killer Pavilion. Even your cultivation is not as good as yours, so I went up..."

The Shadow Sword suddenly shut up and quietly looked at the two people who were lying on the ground, raising their eyebrows.

"I guess those two people will end up with me!"

"Then what are you here today? Are you watching the fun?" Su Yao shouted angrily.
Chapter completed!