A group of onlookers rushed to add notes as soon as they said it was open to note, but what they added was the original annotation code, that is, the tall monk of the local brand they had always been very optimistic about.

In fact, just now when the Dizi had the upper hand, they wanted to add notes to the Dizi friars, but they had already stopped annotating at that time, so it became a big obstacle in their mind.

Now that it has been lifted, of course, they are scrambling to raise.

"Oh, ah, don't worry. One by one, there are all of them!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"How much more fruit?"

"How much fruit do you add?"

……

The collector's mouth couldn't be closed. He looked at the people who added money and put their hands on the stone. Then he looked at the fruit stone, and his eyes were even shining.

Xiaodi looked at the onlooker adding, and she scorned and sneered: "those people are also novices, who don't understand the market, they bet indiscriminately, hum, wait to lose ~"

with that, she uttered a scornful "tut".

Zhou Hao looked at her small appearance. She really felt that she was like a ghost. She was not like a daughter's house.

"Hey, Zhou Hao, if you win a lot of fruits, what are you going to do?" Xiao Di suddenly asks Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao thought for a moment that he really didn't know what to do with it, which also proved that he was taking the other party's question seriously.

However, Xiao Di saw that he had been thinking for a long time without saying a word, so he simply said: "look at you, if you have fruit, you won't use it. Then I will give it to me and let me take you to enjoy it."

"Er..." Zhou Hao was speechless.

The little money fan is the little money fan.

Xiao Di began to laugh, his eyes bent into two curved moons, and then said, "since you don't have any opinion, that's settled. I will be aggrieved to help you keep the fruits we win here in the future."

“…… I want what I put in, what I win, I don't want, and I can give it to you. " Zhou Hao said lightly.

Xiao Di, with a smile, said, "OK, that's settled. You can't go back on your regrets!"

Zhou Hao didn't speak. He turned to look at the fighting in the field.

In the barrier, only two monks can survive.

The two friars fought fiercely. All kinds of moves and skills were sent out and bombarded in the enchantment. In the eyes of the spectators, they were really wonderful and full of blood.

It's a great way to relax.

The two monks didn't use swords. At present, they were fighting with bare hands. However, Zhou Hao saw that one sword fell on the ground, which should be theirs. However, they fought fiercely. After the sword landed, he had no time to pick it up.

Seeing this, Zhou Hao has roughly judged their strength. They must not belong to the ranks of good players, let alone the ranks of experts.

Zhou Haocai could see that the friar was really holding back. However, his acting skills were very good. He acted like a loser. Maybe his opponent didn't know that he was acting.

Seeing this, Zhou Hao suddenly glanced at the flute nearby.

He thought that his own strength was not low, but he could not see that the two friars in the fighting field were greasy for a period of time, but the little girl could see it at once!

This Kung Fu is really impressive to her.