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Chapter 29 Delicate Dice
"Brother... this is the place where you want to bring me to open my eyes..."

"Yes, yes, let's see how your luck is going today!"

Gan Jing stroked his forehead speechlessly, in front of him was a noisy casino.

When they came in, the two of them went through a fairly strict inspection, and seeing Tan Shan's familiarity, he didn't come here once or twice.

Brother, isn't he from the capital?How come you are so familiar with such an underground casino?

Judging by his enthusiastic face, it is almost comparable to the promotion of Peking Opera...

Gan Jing reluctantly kept up with his senior brother, he had no interest in these things in the casino at all.

I have no interest in eating, drinking, whoring, gambling and having fun.

Well, this is probably due to lack of money.

"Brother, can Master allow you to do this?" Gan Jing reminded from the side.

Tan Shan squinted at him: "If you don't tell me, I don't tell you, how can Master know? Besides, a little personal interest is no big deal. Do you understand Xiaogai Yiqing?"

Gan Jing was silent, just as he was about to say something, his senior brother gave him a few chips.

"Go, go shopping by yourself, let me see how lucky you are today."

Seeing that Tan Shan was about to get rid of him, Gan Jing didn't stop him, but just sighed.

It turns out that my brother is a gambling dog!

Three or five bottles, force two punches, it's a fate to hit more and hit less!
How to do this?
Gan Jing scratched his head, unable to do anything for a while.

The casino was very lively, and many well-dressed people stood beside the gaming tables with fanaticism on their faces.

The gambling equipment here is quite complete. Gan Jing knows baccarat, slot machines, and gambling, and there are more others he doesn't know.

Holding the few chips stuffed by his senior in his hand, he turned around and couldn't see where his senior had gone.

Gan Jing was a little stunned, and there happened to be someone passing by next to him, and he followed him to a table—this is a Sic Bo gaming table, which is a game of guessing the size of the dice.

Three dice, 4-10 is small, 11-17 is big, you can guess the overall size, you can also guess different combinations of numbers, the gameplay is simple and diverse.

"big big big."

"Little! God, little!"

Gan Jing looked at a black ghost next to him and shouted "Xiao Xiao" in Mandarin, and was very speechless. When you come to Huaxia, even if you call it Buddha Sanqing, God can't control this side.

In the end, the dice rolled 15 points, which was big, and the nigger lost everything.

Gan Jing had no intention of gambling, so he just stood by and watched others play.

Looking at it, he felt quite boring, and his mind sank into the system.

Ever since he got Leslie Cheung's acting experience for the first time, he hasn't used this system. He just observes cautiously to see if there will be any troubles in it.

It's just that I didn't expect the system's random smoke ring skills and acting experience to be effective.

One allowed him to be on the show, and the other allowed him to join the Tan family.

Although still a little dazed, after so many days, Gan Jing has gradually accepted this system.

The current focus is 89, and I have been able to trap twice more. The system level is still level one, and there is no effect in other aspects for the time being.

The focus is enough to set the circle twice, should I set it once?

Gan Jing originally planned to leave all these concerns for the system to consume, but now that he is in the casino, listening to the noise around him, and experiencing the fanaticism of these people, his heart also itch.

It's just that his itching wasn't to go crazy in the casino, but to look at the mosaics and feel curious.

It would be great if I had another Peking Opera experience, Gan Jing thought so, and couldn't help throwing out the circle.

One of the mosaics was trapped, gradually revealing a clear appearance - an incomplete dice.

Ding, get [Linglong Dice (Incomplete Version)].

Gan Jing was stunned, Linglong dice was still a broken version, could it be that the system picks things according to the surrounding environment?

Because I was at the Sic Bo table, I was affected by such a thing?
Could it be that someone was watching Leslie Cheung's movie next to me when I did it last time?

Someone was smoking next to the random gift pack?

Gan Jing scratched his head, very puzzled.

It seems that if you want to learn something similar to the Peking Opera experience, you can only try the ring when the senior brother sings Peking Opera.

He concentrated on understanding the effect of the Linglong dice, and found that it was probably a skill, a perfect application of dice gambling, but it was not known whether it was due to the incomplete version, so it could only be used three times a day.

Is this what those gambling dogs dream of?
Gan Jing turned around to search for his senior brother, but he didn't want to meet a man who was paying close attention to the dealer's dice roll.

"I said if you don't have money, don't hang around here, you'll lose all your luck! Hurry up and go aside!" The man looked gloomy, and his brows were tightly frowned.

"What does your luck have to do with me?"

"If a poor ghost stands by my side, he is bad! Look at the word poor engraved on your forehead!" The man's eyes were red, and he wondered if he lost in a hurry.

Gan Jing originally wanted to find his senior brother, but now he is not in a hurry to leave.

"To be honest, brother, you see that your Yintang is black, so don't be stubborn to give money to others." Gan Jing pointed to his forehead and emphasized again, "Yintang is black!"

"Send you uncle! Are you looking for a beating!"

"The two over there, pay attention!" The security guards patrolling in the casino found that there was a dispute here, and immediately stopped it.

"Wait until you get out of the casino, just wait and see!" The man with a darkened face spoke harshly.

The result on the gambling table has come out, 13 o'clock, big, this man lost again.

Gan Jing saw this man standing beside him, as if he really planned to wait until he got out of the casino before settling the score, he couldn't help but feel moved.

"Look at me, poor guy." Gan Jing weighed the five chips in his hand, each chip represented 200 yuan, a total of [-].

The man next to him looked at his chips and sneered, "Poor ghost!"

Not to mention, even if this person lost all night, he still has more than a dozen chips in his hand, which is much more than Gan Jing's.

Sic Bo continued, and the croupier shook the dice to let Buying leave.

Seeing Gan Jing listening attentively, the man was not in a hurry to lose, but Gan Jing didn't place a bet in a daze.

"Place your bet! Poor ghost! Don't give up!"

Gan Jing rolled his eyes and said, "Quiet, what's the rush!"

"Get out later to make you feel better! Poor ghost!" The man cursed and continued to cast big.

The result was released, at 8 o'clock, it was small, and he lost again.

For three hands in a row, Gan Jing just listened carefully and didn't place a bet, but the man next to him lost all his chips.

"If you don't gamble, you win." Gan Jing sighed, which attracted the glaring looks of several people around him. It was not just one person who was losing.

"Buy and leave, buy and leave!" the croupier yelled again after the dice were rolled.

Gan Jing counted five chips and finally made a move.

"Three o'clock, round the dice."

"Ah! Are you crazy??"

The man next to him saw the points Gan Jing cast and exclaimed.

(End of this chapter)