Summary of the previous chapter: Ximen Yin and Ma Xiaoquan made the first bet, but it was just for practice, and they bet on Pai Gow...
Ximen Yin frowned slightly and thought to himself: There is a miscellaneous seven under my feet, and a card with four red dots... That card with four red dots does not look like two, four, two, four, which is six.
There are four red dots and two white dots on the face... Hmm, let me take a look at the player card...
Ximen Yin raised his head and looked at the cards in the woman's hand. Among the remaining cards, there were also two cards with four red dots. However, these two were not the two or four cards, but the human card and the screen card. The human card
It has eight red dots, and the screen card has four red dots and six white dots. Ximen Yin couldn't help but feel happy. The idle card had a tile and a screen. He stepped on the miscellaneous seven and the red four-dot card under his feet. It was like this.
Come on, the second card in Ma Xiaoquan's hand is probably the 24th card.
Ximen Yin felt very itchy in his heart. If he gave himself a little more time and rubbed his feet a little, he could see what the red four-point card was? But... in front of everyone, if he lowered his head, there would be
It's suspected of cheating.
"I'll kill you!" Ximen Yin suddenly roared and gritted his teeth, "You are the Supreme Card!"
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment and looked at Ximen Yin in surprise. He just looked at the second card in his hand. That card was obviously mixed with five or five red dots, not the two or four cards.
"Are you sure?" Ma Xiaoquan asked.
Ximen Yin patted his chest: "Nonsense, drive quickly, I will never be wrong!" Ximen Yin said bitterly.
Ma Xiaoquan reminded again: "Senior Ximen, I am playing the game of darkness. You play my cards and insist that I am the Supreme. If I am, you win, but if I am not...it doesn't matter what your cards are.
No matter how much older you are than me, I will win...you should think carefully about it."
"Stop talking nonsense, when I was pushing Pai Gow, you were still drinking milk in your mother's arms. If you open the Supreme card, I have to give up the Supreme card!"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled bitterly and gently turned over his second card.
Ximen Yin looked down happily and was stunned for a moment.
"This... this... Zawu?" Ximen Yin raised his head and looked at Ma Xiaoquan.
Ma Xiaoquan looked innocent: "Yes, Zawu, Ding San and Zawu, eight o'clock, Senior Ximen, the eight o'clock card is slightly different from the Supreme, but the effect is worlds apart."
Ximen Yin's face turned red with embarrassment, he pointed at Ma Xiaoquan and cursed: "Boy Ma, you fucking cheated!"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled: "I cheated? No, you, there are so many people around me, I cheated? Where did I cheat? Senior Ximen, don't afford to lose. Anyway, this is just for practice...
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"You" Ximen Yin was so angry that his beard became crooked.
"Okay, okay," Ximen Yin suppressed his anger and said three good words in a row, "You're lucky, I'll lose if I lose. It's just a practice after all!"
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Ximen Yin walked up to his two old friends dejectedly and shook his head helplessly.
It's okay for Mr. Zi San. After all, he lost once just now. Besides, Ximen Yin's loss was just for practice, not official.
Nangong Lin was different. Ximen Yin lost bets one after another, which made him look a little frivolous when he looked at him.
"Old man Ximen, what the hell is going on with you? Losing in a row? Are you not?" Nangong Lin finally couldn't hold it back and complained.
Ximen Yin's embarrassment of one year: "This...this is old, hey, after all, it is not as good as being young..."
"Come on, you think I didn't pay attention just now. If you, old guy, rubbed your feet and saw the red four-point card under your feet, you wouldn't have lost everything!"
"You." When Ximen Yin heard this, his old face suddenly turned red with embarrassment. He thought no one could know his thoughts, but Nangong Lin caught him clearly.
"Okay, okay, don't say anything else? If you lose, you lose. It's training anyway!" Nangong Lin said disdainfully.
Ximen Yin was furious. You naughty Nangong Lin, you didn’t bet. You said more sarcastic words than anyone else. Huh, wait for you to bet. If you lose, I’ll laugh to death if you don’t!
Third Master Zi tried to smooth things over and said, "Okay, please stop saying a few words. Old man Ximen, old man Nangong, and that brat are very thieves..."
Nangong Lin and Ximen Yin nodded in agreement, and Nangong Lin whispered: "Yes, I thought that kid's Pai Gow push was not very good before. After a long time of trouble, that thief kid is very capable of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger...
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Ma Xiaoquan didn't hear what Nangong Lin said. If he heard it, he would definitely laugh out loud.
Ma Xiaoquan's skill in playing Pai Gow is indeed not high, but he understands the truth that gambling with others is actually playing psychological warfare with others. The three old guys are very skilled in gambling, but they have ignored the most basic principle of gambling, which is mentality.
No chaos.
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Master Zisan whispered: "This second one... let me bet on my eyesight with that horse boy..."
Nangong Lin and Ximen Yin looked at each other and nodded.
Third Master Zi nodded and shouted to Ma Xiaoquan: "Boy Ma, for the second practice, I'll bet on your eyesight." As Master Zi said, he took out a handful of small iron beads from his arms and played with them.
He said, "I will throw this handful of iron beads in my hand into the bowl. If you can guess how many there are, you will win. Otherwise, you can also throw them. I guessed it, and I will win you."
Ma Xiaoquan snorted, but he complained repeatedly in his heart that he was not good at this kind of vision work.
Since you're not good at it, why not just admit defeat?
Ma Xiaoquan rolled his eyes, raised his hands to Third Master Zi and said, "Haha...Senior Zi, don't gamble, I admit defeat!"
"Ah? You admit defeat? How can that be done?"
Ma Xiaoquan said, "Why not? You didn't say you can't admit defeat just now. How can I slow down my strength? It's been so long, I'm tired."
"You bastard, you bastard!" Mr. Zi was so angry that he stepped forward to beat Ma Xiaoquan, but Nangong Lin and Ximen Yinyi stopped him.
"Forget it, forget it, this thief kid gives up, you win this one!"
"If I win, it doesn't matter whether I win or lose? Damn it." Zi San Ye said nothing.
Ma Xiaoquan didn't care about this. He had already admitted defeat anyway. Besides, it didn't matter even if he admitted defeat in the second game. It was just practice, and it didn't count as a formal win or loss.
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Nangong Lin and Ximen Yin struggled for a long time, and finally suppressed Master Zi's anger. The two elders were so angry that Ma Xiaoquan blushed and had thick necks. Even Nangong Lin, who had always been very steady, couldn't help it.
He pointed at Ma Xiaoquan and cursed: "Little bastard, have you recovered? Come over here and wash your neck and be slaughtered! I will make a formal bet with you!"