newbobooks Chapter 195 The changing night
Chapter 195 The changing night
"No help?"
Yan Qing and Qiong were shocked at the same time, as well as Scott.
This is the first time I have heard such a weird request. Is this person still human?
"This is unfair to you." Qiong raised the corners of his eyes slightly.
If he doesn't lend a helping hand, what does Lin Ze have to do with him? Even if he dies, it doesn't matter. He acts like he's very important to him.
"If you win—I'll agree to one condition of yours, to the best of my ability, without violating my position."
Qiong gave a vague concept, and no one knew the lower limit of the conditions except himself.
"Okay." Yannian didn't refuse.
"What game are you playing?"
"How about rolling a dice three times and guessing the total number? Whoever guesses closest wins."
"Leave it to luck." Three dice appeared in Yannian's palm. They were pure white in color and as smooth as jade.
The black dots contrast sharply with the white background, making each number clearly visible without any blur.
"Best of three, draws don't count."
Yan Qing frowned, "Who knows what you are up to in this situation?"
"And you're pretty good at gambling, right?"
"Using your strengths to attack others' weaknesses is unfair to others." Yanqing raised his hand towards Yannian, signaling Yannian to throw the dice over.
"Then how do you want to play?" Yannian threw the dice to Yanqing.
"I'll shake it, using a sound-damping dice cup." Yan Qing took out a silver dice cup and threw the dice into it. There was no sound during the collision, preventing Lin Ze from identifying the size of the dice by sound.
"It's not appropriate for you to shake... after all, you're on the Trail Blazers' side."
"How about you play one round and my brother plays one round?" Yannian glanced at Linden and gave him a look. Linden curled his lips and walked to Yanqing reluctantly.
"Okay, let's get started."
Yan Qing flicked his wrist, and the dice cup spun, stopping after three seconds.
A row of numbers appears on the screen for "Manyo no Cat" to guess.
"No, official, if you really let me guess, what if I guess wrong in the end?"
"Man'ye no Cat" felt his scalp tingling and chose a 10 o'clock.
"10 o'clock." Qiong said without hesitation.
"8 o'clock." Yannian said a number casually.
Yanqing opened the dice cup and it showed two, two, two, a total of six.
"——Lin Zesheng." Yan Qing's eyes darkened. Seeing Qiong's relaxed look, he thought that the other party had a good grasp of it.
Qiong's heart tightened and he looked up at Yannian.
Under the long eyelashes, the pair of golden eyes changed from gentle to extremely cold, like a hunter in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
The game gave a close-up, and players complained that this four-star character was too arrogant and lost at the beginning, which was really embarrassing.
In the second round, Linden shook the dice cup.
"Seven o'clock." Yannian spoke first.
When I got to Qiong's side, there was only one option on the screen - 10 o'clock.
"The only option is this wave is stable." "Manye Cat" chooses 10 points.
"Ten points," Qiong said firmly, his eyes fixed on the dice. He had never gambled before, but he was sure of winning.
There were some remaining poisonous insects in Yanqing's hand, and when Yanqing placed the dice, those insects had already slipped in.
Just act out the first game and make sure you win the next two games.
"Fourteen o'clock."
Yannian's eyebrows moved slightly. Calculating the time, on the other side, it had already fished Danheng out.
Linden opened the dice cup, a total of ten points, Qiong won.
"Don't blame me, you're just unlucky." Linden glanced at Yannian and muttered softly.
"It's my brother who shook it badly."
"How can this be my problem—"
"Hmm?" Yannian glanced at Linden and turned the ring on his hand.
"Yes, yes, it's my problem. Sorry, okay." Linden snorted coldly and admitted defeat.
Damn Lin Ze, I wish you a big loss. Let’s see how you explain it to the people above you.
In the last round, after Yanqing finished shaking the dice and both sides were about to say the numbers, Walter's voice rang in his ears.
"Qiong, Dan Heng suddenly disappeared... Do you know where he is?"
Walter walked over with a worried look on his face. The window of the room was open, and there was only a letter left on the table, which read: Dan Heng is out with me for something, don't worry.
There is a big cat paw printed on the corner.
Who has such a bad taste, kidnapping people without saying anything? Could it be that he is a non-mainstream person in Xianzhou, who tricked Dan Heng away with just a cup of milk tea?
In Walter's fantasy, Dan Heng sat on the back of someone's electric donkey, put his arm around that person's waist, turned around and said goodbye to him, "I'm sorry, Uncle Yang, the days of drinking bitter coffee on the train are not pleasant at all."
"Now, I've been bought by a cup of milk tea. Goodbye."
"Uncle Yang, I knocked on the door before, and you said not to disturb him...I don't know either." Qiong rolled her eyes.
"It's gone... I have to go back and tell the general—No, I better look for it first."
Yan Qing cried out that he was doomed. If the general knew that he had interfered in other people's business while looking for someone, he would definitely teach him a lesson.
Dan Heng was 100% kidnapped by the senior.
What are you doing, senior?
"Don't panic. Didn't Dan Heng say he was going to Chiming? Just go there and look for him." Qiong glanced at Yannian, "This time, it's your turn to guess."
"Are you sure?" Yan Xiao smiled and said firmly, "Eighteen o'clock."
"Looks like we're going to lose—the Trail Blazers."
Yannian looked at the dice cup. He could see the numbers inside clearly, just to tease Qiong.
"is it?"
"Then I guess—"
An option appears on the screen, Zero Point.
"Zero o'clock?"
"Fuck, who's crazy?" "Manye Cat" widened his eyes and chose this option.
"Zero o'clock." Qiong signaled Yanqing to open the dice cup.
There was nothing inside, as if it had been swallowed up.
There was a ripple in Yannian's eyes, and he pursed his lips. He played tricks with the poisonous insect of his clone. Qiong also learned to treat others in their own way.
But unfortunately——
He had seen through the little trick long ago.
Ding, the three dice slipped from the lid and fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and all three sides were six.
"This..." Qiong clenched his fists. He should have used the insect to eat the dice.
"Lose... Pioneers."
Yannian raised the corners of his mouth and crossed his arms, "Then remember your promise...see you again if fate allows."
"Don't be too clever and make mistakes in the future."
Yannian's eyes flashed with a playful look, and he was suddenly pulled back by Qiong.
"and many more!"
"Let's talk about it again. I can exchange something for you, except for the idea of getting you into trouble." Qiong held Yannian's wrist tightly with a serious look in his eyes.
Yannian subconsciously turned his head and met Qiong's gaze.
At this moment, Qiong was in a trance. She hurriedly let go of his wrist, looked at the red marks on his skin, and lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Since you're so sincere... haha, well, originally, I came to the Immortal Boat just to see my brother."
"I don't intend to create any deep hatred. After all, the company and Xianzhou still have a lot of trade relations, so we must not hurt the relationship."
"How about this...you can take me to visit the fairy boat alone these few days..." Yannian saw that the plan was successful and put forward the conditions.
Qiong looked reluctant, but had no choice but to say, "Okay."
On the contrary, Yan Qing couldn't stay with Lin Ze, played by Yannian, for even a second. He clasped his fists and left, intending to go back and report the whereabouts of Jing Yuan, the Ten Kings and Dan Heng.
The night was as dark as ink, and the leaves quietly passed through a pair of blood-red pupils.
Amidst the rustling sound, the shadows of the trees danced. Kafka leaned against the tree, looking at Qiong with gentle eyes.
"Are you calm now?" Kafka caught a fallen leaf and asked softly.
"I'm calm enough."
"No need to restrain me any further." Ren held the sword in his arms, his voice cold and emotionless.
Kafka smiled. "Calm down. Let's go... I've found the cat's tracks—Master Tenth King, you know something."