Chapter 1787 (1/2)

”Strange, does anyone dare to provoke Wumo?”

”I heard that someone took part in the gambling game with the name of the gambling God. It is said that they came from what fried heaven gang.” Insiders began to share information.

People suddenly realized.

”No wonder, Qiu Wumo's headstrong character can't stand someone calling himself a gambling God in front of him.”

”Don't say yet. The guy with this name is not timid. I'll take good care of him.”

The insider shook his head: ”I haven't finished yet. In addition to the God of gamblers, this fried heaven Gang also has gamblers, bullies, kings, demons and immortals, all of whom have come to participate in this gambling match...”

what the fuck!

This time, everyone was shocked.

Where did the bombers come from? There are so many gangs in the name of gambling?

What's more outrageous is that one or two of these people are so crazy!

The God of gamblers, the saint of gamblers, the immortal of gamblers... Any name raised in front of the devil will arouse his anger.

Let alone so many people come to this gambling game at one time.

For a time, the name of the fried sky Gang became a hot spot in yongdark city. Many people guessed the real origin of the fried sky gang.

And those private openings also added the names of the people of the fried heaven gang.

In one of the underground openings, a large number of friars gathered in front of the opening with spirit stones or fairy tools to make bets.

Every year, with the holding of gambling games, there will be a large number of openings in yongdark City, and every popular contestant will be on the list.

Many people win the pot full through these openings. Of course, more people lose and lose all their money.

An old man with a dog came to the mouth of the underground dish.

It's Duan Jiude and ER Gouzi.

”Where is the gambling God of the fried heaven Gang?” As soon as Duan Jiude came, he went straight to the local mouth.

The friar in charge of cross betting was stunned and said with a smile: ”elder, I suggest you don't press him.”

Before Duan Jiude spoke, er Gouzi took the lead and said, ”what do you mean? Can't you see the God? God has a lot of good things to bet on! ”

With a wave of his hand, a large number of inferior immortal tools appeared on the table.

Everyone around me was stunned.

Do you have to have thirty or fifty handles?