Movie Variety Show: Extraordinary Witch Pendant

Chapter 463: Hiding from strong enemies, avoiding karma, running away, no one is better than me

Gambling Saint?

I’ve heard of the God of Gamblers, the King of Gamblers, and the Devil of Gamblers, but I’ve never heard of the Saint of Gamblers.

This guy is obviously trying to trick people.

But...how come my ordinary appearance just now suddenly makes me feel ashamed of myself? I mean, hey.

"Gambler? Haha, based on the way you rolled the dice just now, you can indeed be called a gambler. Nothing left."

Zhang Lang looked at the people in the casino nonchalantly and said contemptuously: "People laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at others for not seeing through me. What is the most powerful thing about me, the Gambler Saint? How can you see it at a glance? What I just did was just a trick."

"Oh, then do you dare to bet with me?"

Zhang Lang: Is this villain going to use Haitang as a bet? This is such an old trick, it's obvious that the author's IQ is really low.

"No, no, I'm tired today. Let's talk about it tomorrow. I want to go home and eat milk to replenish my body energy and improve my immunity~"

Haitang poked Zhang Lang hard with her little hand.

Zhang Lang chuckled and said, "Drinking milk can improve immunity. The flu virus has invaded recently, so everyone should be careful to prevent it."

"What's going on? Can you be normal?" Haitang covered her awkward smile and quietly reminded Zhang Lang not to embarrass her.

She will have to make a living here in the future.

Zhang Lang: Today’s style is funny and unreliable.

Qiu Xiaochi was not sure about Zhang Lang's strength, but as Gao Jin's friend, Zhang Baocheng knew.

"This person is the one who defeated the God of Gamblers' apprentice Daozai. It is said that he also has special abilities, and I feel that his skills are not inferior to mine." Zhang Baocheng secretly groaned in his heart. He only knew a few magic tricks and usually used some sleight of hand and pre-arranged people to complete the performance, which was just to gain a reputation with the country.

This time, the fake Li Gui met the real Li Kui.

Zhang Lang: You are Li Kui, and your whole family is Li Kui.

"Oh, so you're not sure you can beat him?"

Seeing the cold light flashing in Qiu Xiaochi's eyes, Zhang Baocheng gritted his teeth and said, "The difference in skills can only be seen after the power is used. Whether we can win or not, we will wait and see tomorrow."

Qiu Xiaochi warned in a low voice: "I don't want anything uncertain. If you can't handle it..."

"If my life is at stake, I know that I will not fight an unprepared battle." Zhang Baocheng said his lines before Qiu Xiaochi, and this time, Qiu Xiaochi's momentum weakened by two points.

"Hmph, and there's that gambling god Gao Jin... Hmm~ where's Gao Jin? Where's he?" Qiu Xiaochi raised his eyes to look for Gao Jin, but he couldn't find him anywhere. He had already slipped away.

Gao Jin was so smart. He frowned and ran away immediately.

God of Gamblers: No one is better than me in hiding from powerful enemies, avoiding cause and effect, and running away.

Haitang saw that the chips had been exchanged, and Zhang Tianding's casino was in no hurry, because the monk could run away but the temple could not.

"Let's go too. We are all hungry."

Zhang Lang said softly in front of Qiu Xiaochi: "Okay, when we get home you feed me and I feed you, and we will never be apart."

Haitang shook her head shyly and cursed softly, "You're so annoying."

Qiu Xiao's face was distorted with anger.

People in the casino: I lost money and was fed a mouthful of dog food. Damn it. I don’t want to play anymore.

Zhang Baocheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the man finally left.

Zhang Baocheng: When I meet a strong enemy, I know the cause and effect. Today I know who I am.

……

This time Haitang did not take Zhang Lang back to the hot spring villa, but returned to her other permanent home.

Zhang Lang saw that the exterior architectural style was simple and elegant, while the interior decoration was gorgeous and elegant.

"This place is really nice. Are you sure you can bear to see it destroyed without feeling bad?" Zhang Lang touched the sofa he was sitting on. It was really soft, even softer than the one in his own villa. He would take it away and bring it back to Hong Kong Island.

Haitang said nonchalantly, "The furniture here used to be replaced once a month. I've gotten used to it over the years. Compared to my life, I don't have the mood to feel sorry for these material possessions."

Hehe, you’re welcome. Haitang is also a rich woman.

"Put my sofa back for me. I can't take care of it, so you act weird."

"Tsk, it's just a broken sofa, who wants it?" Zhang Lang threw the sofa back to its original place like throwing away garbage.

"You are so rich, why don't you buy it yourself?"

"What's yours is not as good as what you stole."

"My goodness, you really have the logic of a complete bandit."

"Alas, you are wrong. All the rich people's things were taken back. I am just trying my hand at it."

"Then you can't rob the people around you."

Zhang Lang smiled contemptuously: "No one around him would do that, let alone robbing a stranger. Are you stupid?"

"you……"

"Your villa is really nice, it's a good place for Feng Shui. Think about it, even though you have been assassinated many times over the years, you have always escaped danger. This shows that this place is auspicious for you."

Haitang looked stern with doubt, the same expression as when Meijia questioned Ziqiao: "Is it true? I don't think your words are very credible."

"Guess what." Zhang Lang raised his eyebrows at Haitang and gave her a mysterious and evil smile.

"Don't do this, I'm scared."

Zhang Lang stopped joking and said seriously, "I will arrange six bodyguards for you. Four of them will stay with you at ordinary times, and the other two will stay in the villa. As for how they will take turns, you can arrange it yourself."

"Why are you suddenly so touched?"

Zhang Lang: "I'm touched, but what about this sofa?"

Haitang rolled her eyes.

"Take it away, take it away. I'm such a grown-up person here, and you want a sofa. You really are...pissing me off."

Zhang Lang looked at the sofa and then at Haitang, as if making a comparison.

Haitang suddenly bit her lip, revealing a charming look on her face. She untied the belt of her windbreaker around her waist, revealing a red suspender skirt underneath. She gently lifted the hem of her red skirt, looking at Zhang Lang lovingly, her watery eyes full of Zhang Lang's image.

Zhang Lang was in a dilemma.

"Do you choose me or it? Just tell me what you really want to say." Haitang pulled her bangs with her little hands.

Side bangs... No wonder such a lyric-like question was asked.

"Your voice is very nice. Sorry, Haitang, I like the sofa." Zhang Lang took out a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped his tears and snot.

Haitang was really afraid that he would pretend to cry and then laugh.

"It's a pity that you're not an actor. No one can have as many roles as you."

"Really? Do you really think my acting is so great? In the first few chapters, there were two people who laughed at my acting. I really wanted to punch them both. My acting... oooo..."

"Alright, alright, come here and let me hug you. Don't cry, be good."

Zhang Lang took the opportunity to shrink into Haitang's red windbreaker.

Zhang Lang: "Then can you tell me a story like I told you yesterday?"

"I see you don't want to hear a story, you're just really hungry."