The Underworld Detective

After a moment of silence, the Knife God finally said, "Yes, but don't hurt them. ”

Betting Saint took a bottle of wine from the shelf next to him and placed it on the table and filled it with: “Nature. ”

"Song Yang, be my agent! ”

I was shocked: "But I don't gamble. ”

“Rock dice is just bigger than size, what wouldn't.” Big Sage sits on the couch and tastes wine: “This must be the famous Song Shen Tang. I heard you killed the dog trainer. I've heard a lot about it. ”

As a courtesy, I also saluted the pleasure and walked over.

Song Xingshen also walked over, and the sword god asked: "So what's the bet? ”

“A finger! I'm gonna win it back the last time I lost.” Betting Saint smoked a big sip of cigar.

“Okay, that's it.” The knife god nodded.

“Let's do it! ”

I took a deep breath, picked up the dice, rocked it up, put it on the table, unraveled it, the dice number was 21, which is a big number, and I was a little worried.

Song Xingshen also picked up the dice and shook it down for a while, unraveling it, totaling 23 points.

Seeing this result, my back got cold for a while, and we lost!

“This contest…” Gerger was about to announce, "Shut up, it's not your turn to talk! ”

Shut the fuck up.

The betting saint picks up a cigar cut and throws it in front of the knife god: "May the betting suit lose. ”

I looked at the knife god and whispered, "I'm sorry! ”

The knife god took off his gloves, an old wrinkled hand, he cut the cigar on his pinky finger, gently clamped it, the bone was cut very infiltrating, a pinky finger bleeding down on the table.

He said, "Friend, do me a favor. We have to win this challenge or the hostages will die. ”

"What does that have to do with me? ”

The knife god didn't have any emotional fluctuations: “The last time I won, this time you won, we were even, but did you win the pain? If you're willing to admit defeat, I promise I'll bet with you next time. ”

The gambling holy raised his eyebrows, seemed a little shaky, and he laughed: “Cut one more and I'll say yes. ”

“Don't promise…” I called.

“It's not your turn to talk!” I think this is who he really is, gambling saintly, when he shows his expression, giving me a fear in the bones.

The knife cleaved the cigar on the anonymous finger in silence, gently pushing hard, and the anonymous finger fell down, he quickly placed a hole in his wrist, sealed the blood, and then pulled out a fine packet of medicine powder and sprinkled it on the wound.

“It hurts!” Gambling Holy Stand Up: “I lost this game orally. ”

“But…” again.

“You got a problem with that?” The holy eye slipped out of his sleeve with a metal poker card.

“No… no.” Grigg was instantly pale.

The gambling saint made a gesture for you: "Not far, gentlemen! Good luck to you! ”

The knife god stood up, and as we walked up to the elevator, the gambling saint said behind him, "My old friend, the next time I want to play something bigger, I'm going to bet my life on you. ”

Walking into the elevator, looking at the two fingers that the Knife God had lost, I felt a deep guilt, and I said, "I did it to you. ”

“No, you helped me.” Knife God: “This man is a gambler, paranoid, selfish and indifferent, if you just won, he will never let us go! Only if he does what he wants will he show the big side... so you lose well. ”

I couldn't see his face, and I didn't know if he was comforting me, looking at those two missing left fingers, and I thought it was something I owed him.

We came to the eighth floor, decorated with ancient colors, colorful antique furniture, incense burning in the incense furnace, a mountain painting screen inside the house, a row of weapon racks next to the walls, and weapons of all kinds.

This is an ancient martial arts museum, but I didn't see where Lord Guan was. There was a sound of water behind the screen, and a wonderful shadow of a woman was thrown on top of the light, and she was perfectly perfected, making people afraid to look more.

The woman was dressed, and her crisp voice came from behind the screen: "I waited too long, so I took a bath. It was so comfortable. ”

I don't know if it's my illusion. It sounds like I've heard it somewhere. There's only one woman in the Seven Days King, so this man is definitely a blood parrot.

“Lord Bloody Parrot, here comes the challenger!” Grigg said respectfully.

“What's his name? ”

“Song Yang! ”

“Oh, the famous Song Shen Tang.” The voice giggled. “What an honor. ”

When I heard the word 'Song Shen Tang', I suddenly remembered someone, but I couldn't believe it. Is it really her?

Soon, a stunning woman in a red Chinese costume walked out the back of the screen, her condensed skin slightly red, a pair of bright-eyed favorite eyes sweeping her soul, this style she was more beautiful than the last time she saw it.

That's right, she is Chu Yan's mother, I can't believe I killed her, she will be the blood parrot of the Seven Days King!

“Song Yang, I told you we'd meet again.” The bloody parrot smiled, and I instantly blushed. I think I'm going to die, and I'm going to lose this contest, because in the face of this self-enchanting woman, my mind is already confused.

“Well... what a coincidence.” I was embarrassed to say that the Knife God gently touched me in the back, as if to remind me not to lose my temper.

But I didn't even have the courage to look up in front of her.

“Lord Bloody Parrot, is this game still as planned, the sword?” Grigg respectfully asked.

“No, this little brother doesn't know martial arts. Isn't he bullying people? We compare to this...” The blood parrot reaches out her hand, with two darts between her fingers, and she laughs and asks me: “You can play! ”

“It will be…” My heart pounds and pounds and I can already guess the ending.

“Please! ”

I walked past embarrassed, and as soon as I walked in front of her, I smelled the fragrance of humidity on her, which was even more distracting. I was ashamed of my shaking, but I couldn't because the aroma seemed to have a special ingredient that stimulated male hormones.

It's not just me. Since her appearance, Officer Nie and Song Xingsheng's eyes have become different. I think that as long as it's a man, nothing can resist her charm!

When I reached for the dart from her hand, I was so nervous that my throat was dry, I asked, "How? ”

“See the peony on the screen? Whoever shot recently, whoever won!” The blood parrot replied.

I took a few deep breaths, calmed myself down, raised my right hand, aimed at the peony, threw it out as hard as I could, darts shot the peony petal, I was lucky for a while, should be about it.

The bloody parrot smiled and bent his right hand in front of his chest, clamping his darts with his fingers. This gesture is what Song Xingsheng usually does when throwing a darker.

I feel cold for a while and I think I'm going to lose!

A 'thud' went out of her hand, flying straight to the screen like a line, and then landed precisely... outside the peony blossom, just a few kilometers from my dart.

“Oops, I lost.” The bloody parrot smiled.