Chapter 129

Wu Ren, who was scolded by Yang Fan, looked at Yang Fan and said, "I'm sorry for the little master."

Yang Fan went to the dead man and squinted at him. "After all, it's not a deep hatred. Just rob him of his money."

Wu Renji nodded. He was different from Yang Fan. He didn't like to be calculated.

Then the three of them left immediately, and Mo Ruyu left halfway. The rest of the way, Yang Fan went with Wu Renhe.

Came to a street, silent, empty, flickering candle reflection out of a grid in this slender street.

After walking for a while, they could only hear the strong wind.

Wu people and they are on guard. They know that there must be demons when things go wrong. There was no movement in his frowning eyes.

In contrast, Yang Fan is different.

Carrying hands, walking leisurely.

The wind blew his hair, and the moon shone on his angular face.

Not far away, the door of a pub was open.

Without thinking, Yang Fan went in, and the people of Wu couldn't help but follow him.

The oil lamps in the tavern are brighter than those outside. Inside, there is the sound of bamboo clapping.

When Wu Renji entered the tavern, he was attracted by the bamboo boards in the hall. The bamboo boards were in pairs, counting 250 pairs.

Each pair of motherboards has a name written on it, and the odds of winning or losing are written under it.

He did not wait and see, but walked directly behind Yang Fan.

On a table, there are two people sitting, one of them is extraordinary, clearly wearing men's clothes, but always showing a feminine.

The other is Yang Fan, who takes up the wine cup and the Wu people behind him immediately pour the wine for him.

In such a large tavern, except for the sound of bamboo knocking, the flashing lights printed Yang Fan's wine drawing appearance on the table.

The oppressive environment is the most annoying for Wu people and he seems a little uncomfortable.

"You go out." Yang Fan looks at Gongyu coldly.

The Wu people arched their hands and went out.

An old woman on the second floor showed her head. There was only a faint candle light on the second floor, which made her wrinkled face look gloomy.

She looks down at Yang Fan without expression.

"I heard you spent the whole night in Marlborough, but you didn't sell anything?" Gongyu, sitting opposite Yang Fan, asked.

In her right hand, she lifted the glass and drank in the shape of orchid fingers. In her left hand, she raised her sleeve and covered half of her face.

Yang Fan heard Yiliu, Gongyu put down her left hand and put down her wine cup. There was a drop of wine left at the corner of her mouth, so she wiped it off with her little finger and licked it with her tongue.

"All the treasures are cheap goods. The real treasures are in the Treasury." Gongyu holds the table with both hands and stares at Yang Fan.

"It doesn't matter whether I have a treasure or not. For me, it's just something outside my body, because I have a fist, which is a pity for the world." Yang Fan poured another glass of wine.

"Ha ha, I won't worry about the original thing with you, I just hope you can help me after you win the first prize." Gongyu stopped Yang Fan, who wanted to continue drinking. "Drink less. Drinking will make things worse."

Yang Fan pushed his hand away, "but I'm very vengeful. I remember clearly what you did for your own selfish desire."

Gongyu noncommittal, "you don't hurry to refuse, first listen to what I said to you after you refused not too late."

"Don't talk nonsense. My time is precious. After all, I haven't eaten yet." Yang Fan is displeased a way, put wine cup heavily on the ground.

"On the ground of the heaven and earth hall is where I went to the early Dynasty, and on the ground is a picture of Jiulong swallowing heaven."

Yang Fan's eyebrows suddenly picked, "where did you get this picture?"

"It's a royal secret. I'll tell you when you win the first prize."

Yang Fan nodded and then got up. At the moment of getting up, he unconsciously looked at a name - Yang Fan, his own name.

The odds of winning are two thousand five for one, and the odds of losing are one for one.

On the other hand, the sword opposite him loses one and wins one.

He pointed to the bamboo board and said with a smile, "I'm sure I'll lose."

Gongyu looked at the bamboo board and said, "I've paid 10000 taels of gold for you to win. Do you think they will lose? Or am I going to die? "

Yang Fan had already got up and left. When he heard that, he looked at Gongyu and said, "no one dares to open the market like this at the foot of the imperial city. If there is one, then that person's surface strength must be above ten thousand people."

Gongyu applauds Yang Fan, but Yang Fan has left.

"Ten thousand taels of silver to buy me to win, money? I'll give it to you when I get twenty-five million taels of silver."

Gongyu was stunned and then laughed. After a meeting, she went to a pair of bamboo boards, looked at the most gentle name, and murmured to herself, "the odds of losing is one to zero one, and the odds of winning is one to one, which is the top ten talents of Chu today."

She raised her head and looked at the old woman who kept her head down. "Master, how terrible are those who are more powerful than Wang An?"

The old woman didn't answer because she was just a golden elixir.

But after seeing Gongyu's deep expression, she had to say, "the vision can kill more people."

Gongyu broke off his fingers and said, "that's not strong?"

"I'm talking about a big step." The old woman said with disdain.

Gongyu frowned, "next time you speak, remember to finish in one breath, otherwise the consequences are very serious."

She took out a bell from her arms, patted the old woman's face, and instantly became black. She covered her stomach and said no.

After playing enough, Gongyu took back the bell and walked out.

The old woman wiped away the congestion around her mouth and looked coldly at Gongyu's back. If she could, she really wanted to cut Gongyu to pieces.

After the old woman went out, she heard the sound of neat steps and looked at the open doors on both sides of the street, showing a faint smile.

She slowly followed Gongyu's steps. A group of soldiers came out of those open doors, and archers jumped down from the corner of the eaves.

The new Chu emperor Gongyu's posture is really big.

On the way home. Yang Fan has been thinking about an important thing, that is, the picture of tuntian in Kowloon.

If that's true, then he will be able to lead Wan Lei, cross his body, let himself make the sixth punch, and let himself really meet friar Jindan.

Although this is a bit of a waste, but Chu's strongest is only the golden elixir, and his first is just a congenital early.

They went back to Qingshui gang. Before they entered the house, they heard the sound of quarrel. When they were wondering, Wu Renji reminded him, and then he joined in the quarrel.

Tonight's Qingshui Gang is a little happy, but some people are not so happy.

Su Ying kneels down in front of a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man has a fierce face. He points to Su Ying's nose and says angrily, "do you know how much suspicion you will bring to the family?"