Chapter 411

The people in Yuedu pavilion are all staring at the trend of Rocco. They don't believe that Rocco really dares to do it here. It's really unimaginable after that.

Some people once moved in the Yuedu Pavilion. After all, the underground city has a long history, but all of them are dead without exception.

Rocco, do you want to follow in the footsteps of those predecessors? It was not too much to see the excitement. Someone shouted in the crowd:

"Who is that? Although I don't know who you are sacred, you dare not kill Zhao Zixuan for 100000 yuan!"

"Yo! That's interesting! I bet 200000 yuan, but he doesn't dare!"

The other man echoed what the previous man said.

"Cut! You are really poor! What do you want so much money for in the dungeon? Fun is the most important. I bet 500000 yuan, but he dare not kill!"

"I bet 700000 yuan, he dare not!"

"I bet a million dollars, he dare not!"

"I bet thirty-five dollars..."

"I bet 900000..."

………

People bet one after another and finally found something interesting. It's not common in this boring dungeon.

So everyone was very enthusiastic, and everyone made more or less bets, but no one bet that Luo Ke dared to kill Zhao Zixuan, because they didn't believe that Luo Ke could really kill Zhao Zixuan directly.

At most, they believed that Luo Ke would find a way to get Zhao Zixuan out first, and then kill him outside the Yuedu Pavilion. As for starting in the Yuedu Pavilion, only those with bad brains would do so.

"I... I bet... Three million yuan... That little brother dares to kill Zhao Zixuan!"

A sudden voice sounded. The voice was old and hoarse. When they looked at it, they found that it was the damn fortune teller, which made them scold for a while:

"Dead old man! Don't make trouble here and get out quickly!"

"You, a fortune teller, don't have so much money. Go, don't spoil our fun!"

"You old man is going crazy again? If you can't beat people in the reading Pavilion this month, I will beat you!"

………

However, when the fortune teller really took out the treasure of three million yuan, everyone immediately became speechless.

"This... The old fortune teller is hidden! Why do you have so much money!"

"Shh! Don't shout! Let's bet with him! Three million yuan, a lot of money. Didn't you hear that he dared to kill Zhao Zixuan? He must lose! Don't you want the money given to you for nothing?"

"Right! Put the money on the table and find a prestigious principal!"

After everyone calmed down, they quickly discussed to cheat the fortune teller's money. Don't waste your money.

"Brother Zhang! Will you be the principal? You didn't bet, and you are very dignified and powerful, okay?"

After looking around, they finally found a suitable person, so they said to the person they called brother Zhang.

The man was very calm and far away from the crowd. He drank the turquoise liquid without knowing what it was. It was not the boiled water provided in the monthly reading Pavilion. It should be made of something, similar to the Qingxin green tea in xuanyuankong's home.

After hearing the words of the crowd, he turned around. Some of them had a square national character face with a flat head. His hairstyle was not good-looking when shaving other faces. Some of them had thick lips. At first glance, they should be flattering people, but his eyes were not the timidity of honest people, but flashing the essence of perseverance and ruthlessness.

The man who was called brother Zhang took a sip of the turquoise liquid in his hand. He didn't speak, but nodded faintly.

When they saw brother Zhang nodding, they quickly put their bet money on the table where brother Zhang Sat. they absolutely trust brother Zhang.

The fortune teller once had an arm and a leg broken and lacked two front teeth. Like an old farmer who has worked hard for most of his life, he shook and limped to the table and put his money on it.

"Old man, you're not afraid to lose everything. If you lend me money again, I won't lend you a penny."

The man who was called brother Zhang said to the fortune teller. Listening to this, it seems that the two people still know each other.

The fortune teller waved his hand and wanted to take a sip of brother Zhang's Turquoise drink, but brother Zhang took the lead in taking away the porcelain bowl containing Turquoise liquid. Obviously, he didn't want the fortune teller to drink.

The fortune teller stared, but brother Zhang didn't pay any attention to him. The fortune teller shook his head angrily, then smiled, revealed two dark holes missing two front teeth, and said:

"You stingy fellow, after I win this time, I'll give you back the money I owe you. Won't it be one or two million yuan? I've killed you."

"You still have the face to say, old man, how much trouble you have caused me. Just to deal with the people you cheated, there are not 100, but also 80. I happened to meet you by chance. You were chased and killed. I calculate. Six times. I saved your life six times."

"There are three days and two days to borrow money from me. It's only one or two million yuan, and ten million yuan is not worth it!"

"Also, when you didn't have a place to live, you didn't live in me that time..."

"All right! All right! I remember wrong. When I win the money, you take all the money. I just want my principal of three million yuan."

The fortune teller did not wait for brother Zhang to finish, so he quickly waved his hand and interrupted brother Zhang's words. It seems that brother Zhang has eaten a lot of resentment here.

Brother Zhang suddenly remembered something and suddenly asked nervously:

"You... Where did you get your three million treasures?"

After brother Zhang finished, he looked forward to and didn't want to know the answer.

"Where else can I get it? Take it under your bed board! You hide your money in that place every time, and you don't know where to hide it. It's not difficult for me. It's not fun."

The fortune teller said casually, as if brother Zhang's money was his money.

Brother Zhang heard the expected answer and his forehead collapsed. The old fortune teller was his nemesis! In order to prevent him from always borrowing his money, he didn't dare to use his space magic tools as money. He had to leave it at home and was taken away by the fortune teller every time.

The fortune teller looked at brother Zhang's mournful expression, patted brother Zhang on the shoulder and said:

"I've made you suffer. I'm sure I can win this time. You believe in my vision."

Brother Zhang wept silently in his heart. He didn't want to say a word to the fortune teller or look at the fortune teller again.

The fortune teller had to sigh, "I don't understand! I don't understand!" and left the table.

Two flowers, one for each.

With his eyesight and ears, eloko certainly knows the stakes here, but no matter what happens, he will not shake his determination to kill Zhao Zixuan.

Luo Ke summoned the small flying sword from the Kunling bag day by day. Now he likes to kill with the small flying sword more and more. It's more convenient. He can't splash blood on himself. It's also very convenient for the killed people. He will kill with one blow and has little pain.