"Continue to guess the size!" I said.

I looked a little competitive, but I felt much more peaceful and I was no longer anxious or impatient.

I want to see clearly what the patient scholars do.

The sick scholar continued to color the cup, and it was a little loose.

I suddenly said again: "If you lose once, your head will fall to the ground."

The sick scholar looked up at me, and saw that I had no expression on my face. Finally, he couldn't help but sigh and turned his hand nimblely again.

I know that sick scholars dare not hide their weaknesses.

His agility also proves that he has not hidden his weaknesses.

At this moment, I also mobilized all my attention and looked at his hands with all my concentration.

Suddenly the feeling came again, his hand suddenly magnified in my eyes and slowed down.

In fact, it was not his slowing down, but my eyesight was accelerating!

Every sway and wrist twist, my fingers were easily tilted into my eyes, and I could capture every movement and clue.

When my attention was all focused on my eyes, the strange phenomenon regenerated, and something like a blood line suddenly appeared on his hand, wandering around the meridians on his hand, flowing constantly, and wherever he stayed and where he swelled, it was clearly revealed.

I realized in my heart that this is the trend of the Qi and the Meridians.

I thought to myself that the blood and blood in my hands were constantly surging, and my fingers instantly bulged. As my fingers were running, I felt several times more agile than usual.

Seeing the patient scholar's light and flexible coloring cup with his fingers, the dice in the coloring cup also changed.

My eyesight and hearing intersect, making a quick-moving image in my mind.

It seems ethereal, but it can also feel clear.

My mind was constantly running with the speed of the dice. The images formed in my mind seemed to appear in my eyes. Six, five, three, and one was changing. I was immediately excited. Although I was not sure whether this image was really the same as the dice in the color cup, I had a sense that this image should be consistent with the facts.

At this moment, the color cup in the sick scholar's hand suddenly paused on the table. I felt the dice in the color cup jumped and changed its original speed.

The images in my mind immediately became chaotic and disappeared instantly.

I no longer have a sense of understanding in my heart.

I couldn't help but secretly praise the scholar who was sick was indeed extraordinary. I didn't expect that this skill would also have skills.

I have been learning gambling skills for some time. I can’t hide the ordinary people’s salute from someone like me who has extraordinary hearing and gambling skills. But this salute made me confused.

I wanted to guess the points based on the friction points of the dice at the end, but it was a bit bad in the end.

I know, I should still lose this time.

But I am not worried but happy.

This will allow me to learn some more skills.

Instead of reporting the number immediately, I asked, "Who is the head of the Iron Axe Gang now?"

The sick scholar did not raise his head and did not move at all. He opened his mouth and said, "Of course he is the second leader."

But I sneered and said, "If you tell lies again, be careful that the head of the person falls to the ground."

"Oh, I didn't tell any lies. The second leader is my apprentice. He is smart and smart..."

Before the sick scholar could finish his words, my dragon sword had already started, and he swept across his head with a knife.

The sick scholar was shocked and suddenly bowed his head.

"Swish." A long curl of hair fell, and the remaining hair of the sick scholar was scattered on his face. The face was filled with a terrifying look. The ancients weighed their bodies and skin. His hair was chopped off by me, just like a person's head was cut off once. So, his face was so ugly and ugly. His half-exposed scalp was filled with blood, and his gloomy and terrifying face was as ugly as a declining ghost in the middle of the night.

However, he is a decayed ghost, and I am a god of killing!

"You, you..." The sick scholar opened his mouth and said for a long time, but did not say anything else.

"I'll give you another last chance, who is in charge?" I said Leng Ruobingshuang.

"Yes... it's me!" The sick scholar finally gritted his teeth.

I had no expression on my face, but I was shocked.

Unexpectedly, I wanted to cut off this person with excellent gambling skills first to avoid making mistakes in gambling tomorrow. Unexpectedly, I caught the person in charge by accident.

I wanted to laugh in my heart, but I endured it.

The sick scholar's lying skills are very good. His face is not changed, but his heartbeats.

When I asked him about the person in charge, his heart suddenly beat a few times.

This also made me hear the abnormality. I expected that what he said was not the truth, and why did he tell lies on the person in charge? There must be a problem. After the dragon sword swept across, he no longer had the courage to tell lies.

I really didn't expect that he was in charge.

"What's the specific situation?" I asked.

"Oh, I have been planning to the Iron Axe Gang for a long time. Although outsiders think that the second gang leader is a smart and outstanding person, since he joined the Kuaidao Gang, all his strategies and decisions have been manipulated and commanded, and he is just my voice-over. Over the years, I have been using him to seize the financial and human rights of the Iron Axe Gang." The sick scholar told the truth helplessly.

I believe this when the sick scholar said this. Although it was the first time I met the sick scholar Fu Kun, I could feel that he was a person who was good at layout, had many tricks, and had a cold mind.

It would be no exaggeration to him if he planned the Iron Axe Gang.

"Ren Manjiang didn't find out?"

"Although Ren Manjiang is good at martial arts and his mind is barely good, he is still a level worse than me. I usually pretend to be greedy and lustful, but I am just a person who is raised by his apprentice. How could he see through me being manipulated? Besides, he always needs me to lend my apprentice to give advice and manage the gang members for him, so he is so happy that he is less worried." The sick scholar stroked his head, with a little arrogant face.

I thought to myself that this person is also a person with some skills. In addition to being cruel and treacherous and extraordinary gambling skills, these skills are also first-class in acting. If Sun Laoer hadn't known him well, I'm afraid I might not have seen that he is a manipulator behind the scenes, and he might have regarded him as a timid person.

"Three, Four, Six" I didn't continue asking, but called out the points.

However, I know, I shouldn't guess.

Although the sick scholar was afraid of angering me and tried his best to hide his contemptuous smile, I still noticed it. The sick scholar sneered and lifted the lid of the color cup.

Three Three Five. I really lost again.

Seeing the patient scholar's contemptuous smile, I was not angry at all. As if I didn't know, I picked up the color cup and shook it.

The sick scholar originally smiled, but his smile immediately froze on his face.

Looking at my extremely agile technique, he couldn't help but be stunned and screamed: "How...how is it possible? You, how did you do it."

Before the sick scholar finished speaking, Sun Lao Er laughed loudly, showing that he was in a very happy mood.

"You are Brother Xiaoyong, why did you learn your unique skills twice? Haha..."

"He...he really can see it? Didn't you teach it?" The sick scholar couldn't believe it.

"Haha, I teach you, I don't know how to teach him, how do I teach him?" Sun Laoer smiled with relief.

With a "bang", I pressed the color cup on the table.

It's also a salvo.

The sick scholar who was staring at me closely followed me that salute, as if he had just gotten ten years old, sat down in his seat with a weak and weak voice, and did not speak for a long time.
Chapter completed!