Thousand Blades of Death

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The room was like a cave, smoky and smelly. Nine out of ten people who gambled around the table were eunuchs. While rolling the dice, they plucked their ears and pinched their feet. After they had pinched and sniffed, they sniffed. Pinch it again, grab it from time to time and touch it from the west.

Lu Xiaofeng's complexion became worse and worse.

"Since all come here, it is natural to gamble." Ma Yuan laughed indifferently.

As soon as he spoke, Xiao Anzi immediately stepped forward and shouted in a nearly flattering, shrill voice: "Guys, flash aside, lean on the side, I have two good brothers who also want to play a few hands!"

How many hands to play?

As soon as he saw Ma Yuan and Lu Xiaofeng, Ma Liu's eyes glared up, and he was full of hostility. It was like a rooster suddenly found another rooster in his nest.

He had a pair of triangular eyes and looked up and down at them several times before coldly saying: "What do you want to play? Play big or small? Play real or fake?"

The eunuchs laughed together, and the sound of laughter was like a group of hens. Lu Xiaofeng's whole body had goose bumps.

Lu Xiaofeng wanted to say that he didn't play, but he heard Ma Yuandao say: "Since Xiao Anzi introduced me, of course I give a face, playing with the bigger one, the bigger the better!"

These words made the eunuchs feel sweethearted. Xiao Anzi clutched his chest, as if his heart had flown into the sky.

"Do you want to play big?" Seeing the eunuchs' minds moved away from him, Ma Liu rolled his eyes and stared at Ma Yuan: "How many gambling books do you have?"

"Not many, not many!" Ma Yuandao said. He said that he took out a crumpled silver ticket from his body and threw it on the table.

The silver ticket looked like a piece of straw paper. Ma Liu sneered, picked up the silver ticket with **** that had just been pinched, opened it, and his eyes suddenly straightened, "Ten thousand two?"

This paper-like silver ticket was actually 12,000, and it was also issued by the 4th Daheng of Dongsi Archway, guaranteeing full cashing.

Xiao Anzi's face had changed into a smile, and he stood up, proud, and said with a smile: "My two brothers are big horns."

Seeing this silver ticket, Ma Ma's prestige has been reduced by half, and his anger has also been reduced.

"You don't have to find it." Ma Yuan said lightly: "I only gamble, and see win or lose."

"Ten thousand bets?" Ma Liu's face began to sweat, and every pock was sweating.

Ma Yuan nodded, pointing at landing Xiaofeng and said: "My brother can testify for me. If I regret it, you can take the silver ticket—"

He said that he pulled a thick stack of silver tickets from his body and threw it on the table. Each silver ticket is a full ten thousand two, stacked together, dazzling, and my heart is beating like a few rabbits jumping around.

How could a group of eunuchs have seen so much money? Don't mention the face on Xiao Anzi's face, all the eunuchs looked at him really envious.

Malu hesitated, looking at the dozens of silver in front of him, and said: "We don't gamble here so much! If you want to gamble... you want to gamble..." Malu gritted his teeth: "You said, you How do you want to gamble!"

Ma Yuan smiled slightly, looked at Ma Liu's eyes, and did not answer immediately.

Neither of them spoke, and no one in the room dared to speak.

The room was still like a cave, with smoke and odor, Lu Xiaofeng wanted to hold his nose, but he was helplessly held by Xiao Anzi. He now only felt that his hands were more smelly than in the house.

Ma Yuan didn't speak.

It wasn't until a person walked outside the door, an old **** who looked like an old woman, and the "Master Wang" in Xiao Anzi's mouth, Ma Yuan spoke, staring at him, saying: "The person you brought back the night before Is it Zhang Yingfeng? How did he die?"

The face of Ma Liu suddenly changed, and the faces of the eunuchs also changed. Hearing the director Wang said coldly at the door, "This kid is not here to gamble, it is here to make trouble, you give me a fight."

"Beat! Kill this kid!" Brother Malu flew up first, and the eunuchs also flew with him.

Ma Yuan just glanced at his eyes, scaring everyone to sweat, and immediately directed the attack at Lu Xiaofeng, who seemed more likely to bully.

Lu Xiaofeng complained endlessly. Fortunately, Xiao Anzi had some conscience, taking advantage of the large number of people and mixed, to make the appearance of attacking Lu Xiaofeng, but secretly tried to protect the landing Xiaofeng.

After a while, Lu Xiaofeng was not injured, but Xiao Anzi was caught and fleshed out.

Ma Yuan couldn't wait any longer. He gently supported Ma Liu's wrist with his left palm lightly. He punched his chest with his right hand, and he was beaten a hundred pounds. Straight down.

The room is full of people. Ma Liu fell down, or fell on the person, when he stood up, his face was bloodless, but there was blood coming out of the corner of his mouth.

In the punch just now, Ma Yuan didn't use much effort and would never beat people like this. Naturally he knew.

How is this going? Ma Yuan is even more aware.

The sound of "Ge Ge" in Ma Liu's throat gradually extruded.

He actually died.

He really died.

Ma Yuan only sneered.

Before waiting for Lu Xiaofeng to return to his mind, Ma Yuan picked him up with one arm, his arms raised, and the onion was pulled out of the dry land. With a bang, the roof broke into a big hole.

Murder and escape!

The two have rushed out. I saw people rushing in all directions, some holding knives and some holding sticks.

It seems that their only retreat is to cross the wall. But the walls of the Forbidden City seem to be at least ten feet tall. Under the sky, no one can come out. Even if Chu Liuxiang, who was famous for his light merits in the past, has no such ability.

Lu Xiaofeng took a cold breath.

"What should I do," he asked.

The action of raising his eyebrows has not been completed, but Ma Yuan still carried him around, swept up like a gecko, and when he was about to reach the head of the wall, his tiptoe kicked, volleyed over, a "thin chest cleverly turned cloud", floating Gone on the wall.

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