The six dice on Annuo fell together, and the red dot on the top was particularly eye-catching.

Looking at Mr. Fu again, six dices were scattered on the table, and the ones facing up were: one, one, two, four, four, five.

Annuo's eyes fell on the other party's dice, and he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Gambling Saint?"

There was no emotion in her tone, but the thin man opposite her looked ugly.

"This is impossible!"

Even if he made a mistake, this kid would not be able to shake the ball up.

"You give a thousand!"

The thin man's face became gloomy.

He has been studying gambling for decades, and even without those small means, he would not have such a bad result.

The only explanation is that the opponent moved his dice cup.

The thin man himself had tampered with this kid's dice cup, and naturally knew the tricks.

When this kid tampered with his dice cup, so many people present did not notice anything strange, which only means that this kid's internal strength is higher than that of him.

Although he was unwilling to believe this kind of speculation, only this kind of speculation can make sense at present.

"Does your Changlefang tradition slander others if you can't compare to it?"

The boy in blue leaned against the chair behind him, and asked lazily with his hands around his chest.

Zi Mo also raised his chin and looked at everyone present and accused him: "When I was on the second floor just now, the man named He Er couldn't play with my son, so he accused my son of being a scam. Now even the gambling saint in Changlefang is like this. The credibility of your Changlefang is very suspicious!"

If you can't play, don't play. Everyone is cheating. Who has a good time?

If you can't play, just stand up and accuse others of being unrealistic, why are your face so big?

"If you have the ability, take out the evidence that my young master is cheating. If you don't have the ability, don't be there!"

Zimo's words made the people on the field look very good, but they really couldn't produce evidence.

The internal force is invisible and colorless, and they have no ability to make it appear.

"Mr. Fu!"

The man in black stopped the thin man and was ready to say something, giving him a look.

The thin man who received his eyes calmed down immediately, took two deep breaths and looked at Annuo and said, "Sorry, I'm too impulsive!"

Annuo sat up straight and smiled at him, "It's okay, I've always been very big!"

"Then let's continue?"

Zi Mo nodded at her wildly.

Continue, of course.

In the blink of an eye, the money doubled. Is there any better money in the world than this?

Annuo turned his head and looked at the man in black on the main seat, and chuckled: "I just warmed up, so I naturally want to continue!"

Mr. Fu clapped his hands, and the servant who was guarding him brought up a set of gambling tools again.

Annuo lowered his eyes and looked at the gambling tool that was pushed into the middle of the table.

Two slightly larger dice cups, as well as dice with the same size and color but divided into black and golden dots.

There are about a dozen golden ones and dozens of black ones. I can’t count the specific number at a glance.

Annuo's eyes moved away from the gambling gear, looked at the person opposite and asked in his eyes: "Is this?"

"Someone will throw these dices into the air later. You and I will snatch the twelve golden dices at the same time, and then use the snatched dice to shake the maximum number of points."

Whoever wins is the biggest.
Chapter completed!