He enjoys the thrill of gambling, and if he loses the bet, he is willing to send his wife to someone else's bed. He just pursues the thrill of getting rich overnight or having nothing, and thinks this is the biggest charm of gambling.
So he never cheats, cheating is boring, a bet that must win, neither exciting nor fulfilling.
The bastards in the sand mining area like to play with him because of this.
The money in front of the gambling saint was almost lost, but he didn't care. He lit a cigarette and waited for the next round to start.
The second game started, the gambler lit a cigarette, picked up two cards to read, and then opened the last card little by little.
The three cards are "2", "6" and "9".
Another trash card!
Just as the gambler was about to curse, a voice came from behind: "Hey, what a trash card!"
"Garbage cards!" The Gambler echoed, and then thought about it, remembering that there was no one behind him.
Turning his head suddenly, he saw an ordinary-looking young man standing behind him at some point.
"You..." The face of the gambling saint changed, this person is not a worker in the sand mining field, but a complete outsider.
He jumped up instinctively, wanting to distance himself, but the next second, the palm of the man behind him touched the top of his head.
"boom!"
The head exploded like a watermelon, brain tissue mixed with bone fragments scattered all over the table.
The bastards at the table were either holding the cards in a daze, or staring blankly at the headless corpse, and were stunned for a moment.
They had no chance to react, and Yi Chuanmei floated out from behind her master, screaming with resentful spirits.
Plop, plop. The dozen or so people around the table fell to the ground one after another, dead without a sound.
Zhang Yuanqing swallowed the spirit body of the gambling saint as usual, and then asked:
"Yi Chuanmei, will your moral value be deducted for killing ordinary people?"
"Master, the moment you turned me into a vengeful spirit, I have already lost my character card. I am now your servant, not a spirit walker." Yi Chuanmei flattered her master's back, "I have always wanted to have A master who abused me and whipped me."
"Work hard, don't talk too much outside the topic, I will kill you tonight." Zhang Yuanqing said coldly.
"Yes~" Yi Chuanmei got the promise and excitedly scratched her head.
Zhang Yuanqing walked to the bed and put away the blood-stained stacks of banknotes, "Confiscated!"
He looked at the green shed dormitory where male slaves lived in the distance, and a star escape technique came to the far left room.
The air conditioner was blowing cold wind. In the not-so-spacious room, there was a comfortable double bed. On the bed, a sexy girl raised her head and uttered soft and seductive moaning.
She has beautiful facial features, her figure is protruding forward and backward, a young man under her crotch, and a man behind her are attacking back and forth.
Compared to the woman's enjoyment, the two men looked like they were forced to do business, doing repetitive movements numbly and mechanically.
There were two rows of naked men kneeling beside the bed, with their heads bowed, like male concubines waiting for the queen's arrival. There was no lust in their expressions and eyes, but a little panic and nervousness.
Tsk tsk, this woman is simply the female version of the god of lust, this kind of woman should be handed over to the devil to deal with, to ensure that she will leave a psychological shadow from now on, no matter how unfriendly Zhang Yuanqing stands by the bed, it is hard to see to the bed scene.
He is not afraid of being discovered by a woman, because Yi Chuanmei detonated the lust of the three of them and let them indulge in physical pleasure. At this time, even if one more gun is held against the woman's throat, she will not react, and she will even subconsciously suck. JrNovels.com