Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

But whatever rarity it is, it doesn't seem to matter to her.

“Someone set up a bet ahead and try your luck. ”

“Fuck, it's a real back today. ”

“ …… ”

Turns out it was a gambling game, the cloud dance cold lips slightly flashed, the gambling was even more irrelevant to her, turning around and planning to leave.

“For a rat, I'm about to give birth. ”

“But that mouse is really nice to use as a pet. It's snowy. Cui will love it. It's a shame...”

Rumor has it that the clouds dance in their footsteps and their eyes reveal a slightly dangerous smell.

Could it be Mumbai?

Brushed, the cloud dance shadow swept away, blocked by the two people just now, and the chiller said: "What are you talking about, mice? ”

The two were shocked by the sudden appearance of cloud dance. After some of the conditions reflexed, they were afraid to answer quickly.

“It was the dragons who got a mouse on the desert border, snowy all over it, looking extremely clever. ”

The cloud dance glanced slightly, turning toward the crowd and walking toward them, leaving two dazzling people without ever returning to God.

Those two returned to God and watched the cloud-dancing backdrop curse, "Fuck. ”

I guess I felt a little unhappy being frightened by a human being dancing in the clouds, but there was nothing I could do.

Squeezing into the crowd, the clouds swept the table for a few eyes, staring dead at a white mouse in the hands of a dragon clan.

The white rat's fur was white, his eyes had no focal length, and it looked like it had been damaged.

When the white rat's eyes saw the cloud dance, his eyes turned and the focal length disappeared, and the cloud dance saw nothing.

It's Mumbai!

She could feel it, pinching his dragon people, restraining him with a fighting temper, forcing him back to his original form.

And Mumbai himself has not been well injured.

If you look at the gambling, it's the size of the bet...

He thought it was a fight to win or lose, but then she saw the rules.

There are two kinds of gambling, one is the size of the bet, the other is the solution by force, the lottery decides that the chassis of the bet is ten magic cores.

“I'm still betting big in this game!” Sitting opposite a man in a white suit, the fury of the gods put the last dozen nuclei on top of him.

“Ha-ha-ha, let's get started.” The man who grabbed Mumbai smiled and smiled indescribably about the fraud.

At that time, the atmosphere around the casino grew heavy and everyone was waiting to uncover the results.

At the moment when the sieve was lifted, the crowd shrugged away and looked at the white man with a sympathy and a laugh. Yes, he lost all his nuclei!

Everyone in the room, only the cloud dance, smiling, looking at the man holding Mumbai, the corner of his mouth condensed, cheating?

She obviously saw the guy shaking the sieve cheating. Are these people's eyes for breathing?

“How did this happen? I can't believe there's not a big game in the 10th inning. You're fucking cheating, aren't you?” The white man sat up roaring and seemed so angry.

The man picked his eyebrows, and instantly several tall dragon people dragged him away, and the cloud dance seemed to hear him yell.

The man who pinched Mumbai looked at the crowd with pride, "Anyone else want to gamble with Grandpa? ”

Rumor has it, the cloud dances the corner of the lip.

A runaway sat across from the man and said indifferently: "I bet you. ”

The crowd was shocked by the speed of the cloud dance, but soon laughed at by what she said.

“You coming? Little girl, don't push yourself. ”

“Go with Ben, he promised to make you a bunch of rats. ”

“Ha-ha-ha...”

Everyone looked at the cloud dance and made the house laugh. Most of the laughter was dirty, and the less half was disdainful.

In their view, the cloud dance of a human being who proactively provokes the dragon people is not self-serving, but only loses.

In the concept of the Dragons, all other classes of people are inferior creatures, and humans are the lowest.

So in the evil city, dragons dominate the majority, very few also have Phoenix and other ethnic groups, but only no sign of humans, except, of course, cloud dance...

Humanity is simply unable to survive in this dragon tribe, which seems to be a well-known problem for all.

The cloud dance frowned slightly, ignoring everyone, looked up at the man across the street and smiled, “Don't you dare? ”

The man sniffed and squeezed Mumbai's hand a little harder.

Obviously provoked by the phrase "cloud dance".

“Afraid you won't be able to gamble.” Men looked at greed and looked up and down at the clouds.

The cloud dancer endured the rage of the moment and scolded in his heart: Meng Bai, save your bastard, you must kill this man, at least as a people.

“Tell me, how much?” Cloud dance frowns.

“Don't gamble with the nucleus. ”

The cloud dance narrowed its eyes and the eyes were as cool as ice cream.

“Bet on you.” The man takes back a lot of eyes, looks at the cold face of the cloud dance, his eyes are dirty, “you win this mouse, plus ten strands of magic grass, if you lose, you come to serve the grandfather, be the grandfather's slave. ”

Listen to him, the laughter in the corner of the cloud dance gets more condensed, she's right!

He glanced at Meng Bai in the hands of the man, and his cloud-dancing eyes warned him indefinitely.

If it hadn't been for the low profile, if it hadn't been for the grass, she would have shot Mumbai and beat the guy to the teeth!

“I promise.” The cloud dance is deserted.

When the man saw the cloud dance so quickly, he said yes. Instead, he smiled and looked at the man next to him and glanced at the cloud dance slightly: “Let her draw lots. ”

The man nodded and handed a drawing box to the cloud dancer.

The cloud dance did not hesitate to take a piece of paper inside and give it to the man, who opened it smoothly and said calmly: “Fighting. ”

And the people heard that a quiet crowd was boiling.

“It's a fight! How could she be his opponent? ”

“Congratulations, finally got the beauty. ”

“If I could hold such a beautiful woman, I'd have plenty of energy every night. ”

The crowd spoke loudly and the clouds danced as if they had not heard.

Fearing that she could not help herself accidentally, she solved the problem by force, although the next problem also required her to solve it by force.

“Let's get started.” The man handed Mumbai in his hand to the man next to him, and a leap had firmly taken to the ring.

And the ring didn't make a sound, and you can see the strength of the man.

The spirit of cloud dance explored the strength of that person, actually showed that his strength is the peak of Wuzheng. In that leaping action, his strength is never Wuzheng. Is it that the Dragons themselves are stronger than humans?

The cloud dance sneered and the body was so much taller than humans.

Not to mention strength, like the present power of the Red Fire Dragon, is absolutely terrible.