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Chapter 95 He is evil and black-bellied and says stop!

Three dice stand together! All overlap in order, only the top "1" point is exposed, which is very bright and eye-catching!

As a result, Feng Qianyu's gaze became more profound. He glanced at Su Nuoan complicatedly and said with a smile: "He is indeed the God of Gamblers who gambles thousands of times and wins thousands of times!"

Su Nuoan stood up and walked to his companion who was unconscious due to excessive blood loss, and said coldly: "I won, so can I take him away now?"

"Who is this man to you?" Feng Qianyu couldn't help but frown and asked. Although Su Nuoan was disguised as a man at the moment, and after seeing her superb wisdom and superb skills, Feng Qianyu no longer doubted it.

She is a man. After all, although there are many excellent women in the world, this kind of almost perfect woman does not exist in his impression. Of course, the woman in his mind (Su Nuoan) does not count. That is an exception.

.But at this time, Feng Qianyu didn't connect the "man" in front of him with his woman at all. But no matter what, seeing the "little pretty face" in front of him who was pretending to be a man caring so much about another man, Feng Qianyu still felt uncomfortable.

He couldn't describe the slightly sour feeling. In short, it felt very dazzling.

Su Nuoan didn't expect that he would ask this, so he had to continue to pretend to the end and said casually: "I don't know him, but they are just gamblers. It happened that I almost beat him to death just now, so I wanted to save him as compensation."

Feng Qianyu seemed satisfied with the answer, so he walked out with her.

Su Nuoan helped his unconscious companion walk out of the VIP room and walked straight to the first floor.

The lobby on the first floor of the casino was still buzzing with people.

Feng Qianyu stared closely at Su Nuoan's back, his dark eyes motionless.

His coat was open, revealing his smooth ironed snow-white shirt. He looked extremely clean and elegant. He looked less like a gangster young master and more like an elegant gentleman!

But a gentleman would never regret it temporarily like he did now. He just heard him say evilly: "Stop!"

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There must be an update today. If you lie to others, I will starve to death. So I have worked so hard to update. I hope everyone can help collect and recommend it. Thank you to my friend Poppy Solo Dancer for sending so many big red envelopes.


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