Chapter 145: Real masters don’t take the usual path
The Peshwa's gambling method was simply seeking death, but at the same time, he also slapped Jinyinhui Factory No.
It was very red, even blood red.
Aren’t you known as the God of Gamblers in Shenma City? Haven’t you been the champion for four consecutive years? Well, you won’t win even ten times in a row! If I call you the God of Gamblers again, I’ll call you crazy again!
The disdainful Peshwa let the God of Gamblers choose all the gambling methods, and he completed all the processes by himself. The Peshwa did not bother to interfere from beginning to end. He only had to say what he was betting on in the end.
Although this method is indeed ruthless, and it does make people mad without paying for it, it is the absolute best way to prove one's innocence. Don't you suspect that I will cheat? How can I cheat if I don't even try it?
Because the Peshwa cannot get started without participating, this actually limits the way of gambling. Seeing the meaning of the Gold and Silver Gambling God, he can't help but want to be like the Peshwa, showing his skill in a way that does not get used to gambling.
, but he finally gritted his teeth and gave up.
In fact, from this point of view, many discerning people can see that the God of Gamblers has become timid and the Peshwa has already won more than half of his victory.
Sure enough, the first game was about dice. The gambling god couldn't keep up with the Peshwa, so it was a tie because they guessed the same number. In the second game, just before the game started, the Peshwa suddenly
He shouted stop, which startled everyone.
Then, the Peshwa politely asked the God of Gamblers to stay away from the gambling table, and then changed the points he guessed. Then, when a temporarily appointed person carefully went over to open the cup, everyone suddenly discovered that they were tied again.
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The third game was still a draw, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth games were all draws, so the God of Gamblers couldn't keep calm, so he stood up and said that the Peshwa had proven himself, that he was not a cheat, and that his gambling skills were indeed true.
Very powerful, at least on par with myself, the god of gambling.
But when he wanted to retreat, the Peshwa refused to let him go. Although the crowd of spectators burst into cheers, the person involved was completely irritated with a pale face.
Just when the God of Gamblers was ready to take down the Peshwa in the seventh game and secure the victory in advance, as soon as his foot stepped on the mechanism, a white light suddenly flashed across his hand and the dice in his hand.
And the table in front of him split apart instantly.
Just as the god of gambling at the Jinyinhui Factory was frightened and pained, and he subconsciously backed away, all the professionals on the sidelines saw the trick in this huge card table. What's even more terrible is that
The trigger point of the mechanism is still pressed against half of the sole of the foot!
"This is the true face of the God of Gamblers. He is the real cheater!" After Peshwa finished speaking, he stood up and left. I left quietly without taking away a single cloud. It's a pity that the gold and silver collection
It's completely over now, and there will be no place for them in the world from now on.
The reason why we pay so much attention to this story is that many people know that the former God of Gamblers went crazy with anger. He would draw portraits of the Peshwa at home every day.
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After getting the Peshwa's portrait, the little prince shook his head. This image was very different from the person in his mind. Could it be that in a few years, that sturdy young man had transformed into such a handsome and elegant figure?
Is this handsome guy really that young?
The hair in the portrait has no color, but in the eyes of the little prince, it is the rumored purple-red color, which is most consistent with the goal in his heart.
In addition to the hair, there is also the mystery of this mysterious guest, which is also very consistent with the identity of Feng Mangguan Marshal Feng Beihao. Even his behavior here can have a reasonable explanation.
Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst. You would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. The little prince didn't want to capsize in the gutter, so he decided to assume that this Peshwa was the Marshal Feng Mangguan who ran away from the battle and was as timid as a mouse.
Therefore, the best plan that the little prince had thought of was no longer the best. He now had to make a quick decision and could no longer seek stability, let alone extravagant victory.
Regardless of whether the little prince's assumption was correct or not, the strategic adjustment he made was correct anyway, because the people in the Shenma clan had long been sharpening their knives and waiting for him.
But we can't let this little prince stay in this Shenma City to ruin everyone's affairs. The fight among the people is a contradiction among the people. If the little prince takes it away, no one will get any good results. This is the consensus of everyone!
Even Angel's sidekick, the mysterious Peshwa, thinks so.
Currently, there are actually three biggest contenders for the position of heir to the Shenma clan. One of them is of course the eldest prince, the eldest son, the eldest son, Angel.
The second one is the half-brother of the current patriarch, who is Angel's little grandfather, the little prince's little uncle, and the last one is this little prince who is always unexpected.
When he came back this time, the little prince once again exceeded everyone's expectations. Not only did he come back too fast and too early, but he also didn't stop at Shenma City. He only said hello in front of his own house without even having a horse.
After that, we went directly through the city and into the mountains.
Before the family could react, the little prince went to investigate all the details like a prophet, and what's more terrible is that it didn't matter that he left, he actually brought back an army of Warcraft!
Although the little prince strangely did not bring any of his favorite mountain kings back, this army of Warcraft without the most powerful Warcraft is still an existence that no one dares to underestimate.
The little prince's already deserted mansion suddenly became more crowded with demons and no strangers were allowed to enter. Shortly after the little prince led his people in, they immediately dragged out several suspicious characters and fed them directly in front of the door.
Warcraft.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, they were eating raw meat and drinking blood. A few people screamed for help, telling everyone, especially the masters who told these people, that the little prince was back, and this time it was the true return of the king.
Got it!
On the second day after returning home, the little prince dressed up and attended the welcome banquet held for him by the palace. Along the way, he looked down at everyone and ignored everyone's flattery. He went straight to his father's house.
In front of him, he bowed deeply and stood there, waiting for his father to say something to him.
But the patriarch of the Shenma Tribe and the Emperor of the Wilderness, who was already a bit dim-sighted, couldn't even see clearly who the person who came to salute him was, and he didn't even know what was going on. Anyway, he just had to drink.
The little prince stood close and waited in front of the Emperor Khan, so the old fool looked at him curiously for a while. After seeing no reaction or hearing any movement, he acted like nothing happened and drank from him again with a stupid smile.