Female with Fairy Bell

The young man who appeared at this time had a handsome face, but there was a flush of excessive wine between his eyebrows and eyes, and his eyes flashed with shrewd light from time to time.

At first sight of this young man, Su Zishuang felt an uncomfortable feeling in her heart.

"Isn't this Uncle Ye? How come you have time to come to me?" The young man's eyes lit up and he took a big walk.

"Second Young Master Han, I can't bear your screaming uncle. Don't gossip, I'm here to bet today." Ye Tong's face was indifferent.

Han Er Shao was still grinning, a folding fan appeared in his hand, unfolded with a shriek, raised his eyebrows, and put on a posture that he thought he was romantic and suave.

"I've seen the bet made by Uncle Ye, but are you really willing to let your daughter die while losing the wealth?" Han Er Shao's lips raised.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, you just say, can you bet?" Ye Tong said coldly.

"Of course we can. Our Jinyuan Casino is a golden sign. As long as it conforms to the casino's rules, nothing else is a problem." Han Er Shao said sternly.

"That's it." Ye Tong took out the Universe Bag again.

"A total of one hundred and fifty low-grade spirit stones, middle-grade spirit stones have been converted, is the number accurate?" Han Er Shao asked.

"The number is good." Ye Tong nodded.

"Well, you come to register." Han Er Shao raised his eyes.

The male deacon next to him immediately came over and started registering.

"Wait, Second Young Master Han, I want to ask one thing, if we win, can you afford the spirit stone?" Su Zishuang suddenly raised his eyes.

Han Er Shao looked at Su Zishuang with a faint smile, a trace of imperceptible disdain flashed in his eyes.

"You are Ye Qingyou. We can afford to pay for the golden sign of Jinyuan Casino. The key is whether you can win." Han Ershao said lightly: "To tell the truth, I don't think you are. To be able to win, I am afraid this will be the first time we speak, and the last time we speak."

A strange light flashed in Su Zishuang's eyes. The Second Young Master Han really hurt people, but Su Zishuang had experienced more wind swords and frost swords, and he didn't care about being questioned.

"Dare you gamble once?" Su Zishuang squinted his eyes.

"Gamble once? What do you mean?" Han Er Shao was slightly surprised.

"Just bet on winning or losing, what kind of bet you want," Su Zishuang said lightly.

"It's boring, and the bet that you will win is meaningless, and after you lose, there is nothing left." Han Er Shao said with disdain.

"Don't you dare?" Su Zishuang took a step forward, her hair swaying gently with her breath, an astonishing glow in her eyes.

"I know this is an aggressive general, but I'm still willing to play with you."

Han Er Shao raised his hand and gently touched his nose, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but there was a strange meaning in his smile.

"If you win, you can pick an item from the treasure trove of Jinyuan Casino... but if you lose... see if you can't get anything out, then leave your corpse to me for disposal."

The smile on Han Er Shao’s face seemed to have a certain magical nature: "The beauty of a beautiful woman is certainly tempting, but I prefer a beautiful woman’s corpse. After being refined into a corpse puppet, I will never betray, and The fragrant blood tastes good..."

Han Er Shao stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

"Okay, this bet has me next." The corners of Su Zishuang's lips rose, her beautiful eyes shining with resolute light.

"Obviously you proposed the gambling agreement, it seems like I proposed it now, haha, but it doesn't matter whether you are going to investigate such small details, then let us make the heart demon oath." Han Er Shao said lightly.

Coming down from the lobby on the second floor, Su Zishuang did not see the man with a severed arm again.

When she came to the street, Su Zishuang raised her eyes and said, "Ye Tong, what is the origin of this Second Young Master?"

"Han Er Shao's real name is Han Jingwei. He is called Han Er Shao because he ranks second among the younger generation. He is a full-faced smiling tiger, and he loves beauty and wine. He has at least hundreds of concubines. They are all kept in a manor by him, and the technique he cultivates is the technique of collecting yin and replenishing yang with a woman as a furnace." Ye Tong said coldly.

"Since Han Er Shao is such a bastard, why does the Han family still tolerate his existence? And also give him the management of the important Jinyuan Casino?" Su Zishuang said.

"That's because Han Er Shao acted extremely well. For example, he raised a concubine. He didn't force it. All the women were voluntary, and he used yin to replenish the yang, so he wouldn't hurt any concubine. Life. Han Er Shao is extremely sinister, you must not underestimate it." Ye Tong said.

Su Zishuang was silent. The bet with Han Er Shao was not planned, but it happened naturally. Su Zishuang couldn't control this kind of accident.

After leaving the casino, Su Zishuang and Ye Tong returned to the treasure house together. After changing their outfits, she quietly returned to the manor.

On the way, she was always on guard, fearing that the Second Young Master Han would send someone to follow her behind.

After confirming that he was safe, Su Zishuang made a big circle, and after returning to the manor, it was already dusk.

Yu Ziyu waited at the door and never left.

After seeing Su Zishuang's smooth return, Yu Ziyu's face showed joy.

"The thing is done?" Yu Ziyu asked.

"Well, it's all solved."

After a few casual conversations with Yu Ziyu, Su Zishuang returned to his room.

The first thing after coming back, Su Zishuang was to check Zihuolian.

Inside a jade box, the purple fire lotus is immersed in the liquid medicine.

The original lavender liquid color has faded, leaving only a pool of clear water, while the purple fire lotus is full as a whole, and all the dry leaves have been restored to a fresh state.

There was a hint of joy in Su Zishuang's eyes.

"The Purple Fire Lotus has been fully resurrected, the next step is to refine it."

With the seal on both hands, Su Zishuang cast a burst of inspiration.

The aura is like a ribbon of light, entwining all the purple fire lotus, and then pulling it towards the forehead little by little.

The purple fire lotus moved towards Su Zishuang's forehead at a very fast speed, and in the process, the purple fire lotus was gradually shrinking.

Huh...

With a soft sound, the purple fire lotus was completely submerged in Su Zishuang's forehead.

Su Zishuang felt a sharp pain, and his head seemed to be torn.

This is the pain that must be experienced to implant the Purple Fire Lotus into the Sea of ​​Consciousness. Su Zishuang had already known it before, so he was mentally prepared.

After a long time, Su Zishuang finally got rid of the severe pain.

With his legs crossed knees, Su Zishuang began to run his spiritual power, and the vitality of heaven and earth condensed at an extremely fast speed.

After practicing for a while, Su Zishuang's eyes showed a hint of joy.

"At least the cultivation speed has been increased by about ten times, and the aura in the purple fire lotus is sufficient. I only need to recharge the energy for seven or eight days of cultivation."

Su Zishuang asked Ye Tong to continue to raise spirit stones during this period. In addition, she did not put all the spirit stones as a bet, and she also left enough spirit stones for her practice. At least for this period of time, there is no need to worry about the spirit stones. The problem.

In the next few days, Su Zishuang began to enter a frenzied practice.

However, the aura contained in the purple fire lotus dissipated much faster than Su Zishuang estimated, so after five days, the aura in the purple fire lotus was exhausted.

"I'm going out to find Ye Tong for a spirit stone." Su Zishuang stood up still unfinished.

The practice of these few days is equivalent to a few months. Su Zishuang's cultivation base has grown rapidly. He was already at the eleventh level of qi refining, but now he is moving towards the twelfth level of qi refining.

"Go, it is estimated that Ye Tong has prepared enough spirit stones." After Su Zishuang got dressed, he left the manor and headed towards the treasure house.

When she walked into an alley leading to the main street, she heard the sound of punches and kicks.

"Tell you to steal something and kill you a thief."

"This kind of people should die well. It would be a disaster to put them in Kunlun City."

Su Zishuang shook his head secretly, this kind of drama will be staged every day in Kunlun City, just like when the uncle soft Xiao Lige mixed in the bottom of Kunlun City, they must have encountered this kind of thing from time to time.

Su Zishuang couldn't manage the things in such dark corners, and it had nothing to do with him, so he should pay less attention to it, so as not to cause trouble to the upper body.

Su Zishuang was about to leave, but suddenly, she stopped.

Because from the corner of the street, she vaguely saw a familiar figure.

"The uncle in the casino is similar to Liu Jia in certain things."

"Would you like to go and take a look?"

Su Zishuang hesitated, but decided to go and take a look.

After quietly invisible, Su Zishuang did not show up immediately, but continued to wait.

If it were Liu Jia, these little squats would have been defeated in a few strokes, and they shouldn't be bullied in such a way.

Su Zishuang can't figure it out, but sometimes intuition is more reliable than logic.

Regardless of whether the middle-aged uncle is Liu Jia or not, Su Zishuang suspects that he and Liu Jia must have some kind of connection.

Therefore, in order to clarify this connection, Su Zishuang would not leave after seeing it.

After a short period of time, the middle-aged man who was kicked and punched was already curled up on the ground, with blood foaming in his mouth.

"Huh, it's cheaper for you."

The beating monk spit on the ground, and then drove away with the others.

Su Zishuang still did not appear, and then waited for a while.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man got up from the ground with difficulty, his turbid eyes suddenly bloomed with a very strange edge, but soon the edge disappeared.

The middle-aged man buckled his back and walked slowly, coughing from time to time, his face was blue and red, and blood was stained.

Su Zishuang walked out of the shadows and snorted softly: "Chief Liu Jia."

The middle-aged man did not look back, nor did he do anything else.