Chapter 505： Kistler

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Just thinking about it, somehow, Qingwu felt a sour feeling in his heart, Hao teeth clenched, and stared back into the gambling stone.

That's right, this high virgin is jealous!

"My dear, will your uncle win?"

Feng Hao waited for entering the gambling stone square, Xiao Qingmeng turned his head and asked her.

"He will definitely lose!"

Qing Wu didn't even think about it, and said some hate directly.

Such words of resentment and sourness directly made the two beautiful maids behind her one of them.

Is this really my frosty maiden? How do you listen to this tone a little bit like a deep grudge?

There must be something weird!

The two maids didn't dare to think about it, but there was something in their hearts.

Why does the maiden look after that idiot?

They really can't figure it out.

"My dear, why did your uncle lose? Menger never saw his uncle lose."

Xiao Qingmeng blinked bright eyes and asked with a little doubt.

"Huh! He will lose this time, and he will lose miserably!"

Qingwu hummed, it seemed that Feng Hao had lost hundreds of thousands of Wujing's debts, and the corner of her mouth showed a pleasant arc.

"Oh."

Xiao Qingmeng said a little, but there was still some confusion in her eyes, and she was close to Qingwu, and she wrinkled her nose. "My dear, why do I smell my uncle on my uncle?"

"Uh..."

When asked by the little girl, the unprepared Qingwu was dumb, her heart trembled, and two touches of crimson appeared on the charming pretty face. For a time, she was charming and shy, and the surrounding people kept stealing. People look dumbfounded and can't get back to God.

She reacted so much that the hearts of the two maids behind her shuddered.

It can not be!

"Shit!"

After the reaction came, Qingwu glanced at Xiaoqing Meng angrily and said quietly.

"I didn't say it blindly, my uncle really smells like a mother, and Menger won't smell it wrong!"

Xiaoqing dreamed anxiously, arguing.

"My dear, why are you and your uncle unwilling to admit it? Menger, Menger really wants his uncle to dream of Daddy's father, oh ... Menger don't call him uncle, Menger call his father ..."

In a hurry, Xiao Qingmeng was crying, tears kept dripping like broken beads, crying sadly, knocking heavily on Qingwu's fragile heart, and her heart was suddenly sore.

"Don't cry, Menger, okay?"

Qingwu was in a hurry, but Menger ignored her, crying more vigorously, and with a soft heart, Qingwu had to make a promise, "Okay, don't cry, my mother promised you, too Let Menger's father come back for a while, okay? "

"No, I don't want dad, I want uncle!"

Xiaoqing Meng cried and cried.

Feng Hao gave her the feeling of being connected with blood, so she abandoned the unknown father directly.

"Uh..."

Qingwu looked stiff, her mouth twitched, and holding Xiaoqing Meng was walking towards the distance. The two maids froze and followed quickly.

It was just a few days in her heart, and it was only a few days, and she didn't know what ** soup that Xiao Qingmeng had poured into him, and he had to stick to him so much.

She smelled a conspiracy ...

"Huh! I won't let you succeed so easily!"

Qingwu was determined that he would not let that guy's plot succeed!

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Inside the gambling stone workshop, except for the channel left, there were people standing in the surrounding area, and there were many dark masters, and the heavenly masters who saw them came in, and there was a fiery glow in their eyes.

This is the existence they can't wait for and can only admire!

A name is worth one million Wu Jing. Is this what they can imagine?

These masters are proud and eager to enjoy the worshiping eyes of the surrounding crowd, walking towards the high-grade wool area inside.

No one feels wrong about this.

A glance at the ordinary stone area, Feng Hao walked in diameter, one hand constantly swept over each piece of wool.

"Well, does Master Xue still want to drive out the Lingjing from the coke?"

A rather harsh voice sounded in his ear and turned to the side. He saw Xu Li come with a smile on his face.

"I think so, but I'm afraid I don't have that luck."

Feng Hao was right, shrugged, and stroked the wool on the shelf all the way to the high-grade material area.

Ordinary wool, that is, ordinary wool, can only produce Wu Jing, Ling Iron, and there is no such thing as high-quality Ling iron. These things can be opened more than a superb Ling iron.

Therefore, Feng Hao can only choose to go to the medium wool area, where the wool can produce high-quality spirits or even rare rare treasures.

Ten million gold coins is actually not much, it is just the value of twenty pieces of Wujing. In this medium wool area, each piece of wool is quite huge, the smallest, the size of a bathtub, and the value They are more than one million gold coins, seven to eight million gold coins, and even wool worth tens of millions. They can be seen everywhere. That is to say, with their limit of 10 million gold coins, only two or three pieces of wool can be selected. If you want to choose a good condition, you can only have one piece.

Along the way, less talk also touched thousands of pieces of wool, of which only one Ling iron, only two pieces of Wujing, Feng Hao's Lingjing dream, but only ruined.

That time, it really came to shit!

Within the pupils, a thick purple flame burns, like two sky fires, burning everything, and a little dazzling, makes people scared and afraid to look directly.

Within the purple pupil, Feng Hao glanced around and began to look at the surrounding wool. A little, he found that a piece of unusual wool existed.

This is a piece of wool with a price of 5.3 million gold coins. It is very huge and has an exclusive corner. Compared with the surrounding wool, it is a big thing.

It is two meters long and half a meter high. Originally, at this size of wool, it should sell at least 10 million gold coins, but now it sells only 5.3 million gold coins. The reason is that, Most of the area above its body is covered with holes of various sizes, which penetrate directly, as if pierced by something good, and the image of the whole piece of wool is like a sieve.

Its aura is dazzling, its colors are clear, and it is very rich. Even ordinary gamblers can guess that there must be Wujing in this large piece of wool.

After Feng Hao came over, his eyes stayed on the corner of the wool.

It was about half a palm-sized area, and the surrounding area was full of tiny holes, which was very strange. ~

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