251 poor teenager

251 poor teenagers

After Mo Jian said this, not to mention Du Yipin and others, even the faces of those unrelated gamblers turned green.

Two supreme soul stone cards, nearly one trillion soul stones!

One trillion is one trillion. A sign is a sign of luck. That is to say, when a person's accumulation in something reaches a sign, he can change his fate.

If there is a trillion soul stone... No, half a trillion is enough to change a person's fate!

If Mo Jian bet on the supreme leopard again, once he wins, it will be 36 trillion.

Thirty-six trillion soul stones, such quantities, have caught up with one-tenth of the fiscal revenue of the Dongyuan Empire in a year!

Even if the first-class gambling is rich, it is impossible to pay 36 trillion to compensate.

Du Yipin's whole body was trembling, looking at Mo Jian's eyes, shrinking and dodging with deep fear. He has gambled all his life and has never been as embarrassed as today, and has never lost so many soul stones.

Now, he clearly knows that with Mo Jian alone, even if his gambling skills are ten times more exquisite, he will have no blood transfusion to gamble with him.

Only recently lost nearly 800 billion soul stones. Du Yipin can no longer afford such a number and can't explain it to the emperor. But at most, he was reprimanded or punished, and his sin was far more than death. After all, he has made great contributions to a gambling game over the years. But if you lose 36 trillion...

Death!

And the nine clans will be killed!

"Mo... Mr. Mo, I can't bet with you any more!" Du Yipin's face was gray, and he seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He said with extremely difficult, "I admit defeat!"

"Conmission? What's the use of admitting defeat? Since it's a casino, I want to gamble, you have to gamble with me! Otherwise, don't blame me for tearing down the first bet!" Mo Jian said coldly.

Du Yipin's body twitched violently and hiss, "Does Mr. Mo have to kill him all?"

Mo Jian said lightly, "I said that I would close the first-class gambling game. Never stop until this goal is achieved!"

Du Yipin said in a trembling voice, "Why?"

Mo Jian sneered and said, "Over the years, there have been enough fraudulent gamblers. Du Yipin, don't think I don't know what your gambling skills rely on. From now on, the first-class gambling game will be permanently closed, and I will play it today. Otherwise, I will use a trillion soul stone to make an unprecedented gamble!"

Du Yipin lowered his head and said for a long time, "Can you forgive the old man to ask for the meaning of the palace?"

Mo Jian said, "No! Give Boss Du ten breaths to consider, either bet with me or close the door, otherwise, I will tear down here.

Du Yipin slowly raised his head, as if he was dozens of years old in this short time, and shouted with all his strength: "Close the door! From today on, there will be no more name than a gambling game!"

Mo Jian sneered, pulled Du Miao and turned away. However, his seemingly indifferent words reached everyone's ears, especially Du Yipin, and his body suddenly trembled.

"I'm a little anxious for quick success... If I deliberately lose the first time, and then use 130 billion soul stones to bet on the supreme leopard, it should make a little more blood in the first prize gambling... Du Yipin, tell Emperor Dongyuan that I will come to visit tomorrow morning!"

Back to the first floor, Du Miao pinched the supreme soul stone card of nearly 800 billion yuan and looked up and down, and the beauty was difficult to win. Mo Jian looked at it and laughed secretly. It was really incredible that the inheritor of the majestic god Rasha was actually this mouthful.

For him now, the soul stone has completely become a symbol.

While opening up the world of the divine soul and entering an incredible new realm, those soul refining objects are no longer useful for his cultivation.

If you want to improve again, you have to rely on an opportunity that he doesn't even know.

Du Miao officially began to practice. Mo Jian saw that her whole body's soul power was turbulent. In terms of purity, she was not much inferior to the soul power of her true spiritual realm, and secretly praised her.

In the morning of the second day, Mo Jian woke up from the observation of the sky and walked out of the first floor.

Through spiritual objects such as Tianxinhua, Qingchan's injury has been repaired and everything is ready. Finally, it is time to have a showdown with the Dongyuan royal family and enter the Three Emperors Hall.

In the scene of Mo Jian jumping and flying in mid-air, he suddenly heard a heartbreaking cry of a teenager on the ground. He was slightly stunned, swept his mind, and frowned.

It was a twelve or three-year-old boy with a little face full of dirt. I don't know how long it has not been cleaned. Probably because of long-term malnutrition, the whole face has a layer of color. Skinny, weak-looking, but carrying a large basket full of reddish-brown fruits in his hand.

This is Zhu Yuguo, an ordinary kind of fruit in the Dongyuan Empire. There are no more than ten soul stones per catty, and ordinary people don't like it.

The reason why the boy screamed was that a group of slightly larger teenagers who looked like gangsters were tearing his clothes and robbed him of the few soul stones.

K!

Mo Jian clearly heard the sound of the teenager's fingers being broken by those gangsters, and he still held the bag containing the soul stone tightly and screamed, but refused to let go.

Wh!

Mo Jian landed directly from the sky, split a soul force beside them, and turned the thick stone slab on the ground into a smash, and then shouted low: "Get out! Let me see if you do evil again and break your legs!"

Seven or eight gangsters dispersed.

turned to a soft water soul power to repair the pain of broken bones for teenagers. The teenager looked at him in horror and grasped the soul stone tightly for fear that he would rob it.

Mo Jian said gently, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person!" How's your hand?"

The teenager grinned and faced some nervousness and shyness in the face of strangers: "Big brother, I don't hurt anymore, thank you!"

Mo Jian said softly, "You are so young, why did you come out to sell Zhu Yuguo?"

The teenager lowered his head, tears surged in his eyes, and whispered, "My parents are dead."

Mo Jian couldn't bear it, and his tone was softer: "What's your name? Where do you live?

The teenager said, "My name is Xiaofu, and my home is not far ahead."

Mo Jian nodded and wanted to wait to come back from the palace, so he asked the people of the plane college in the Three Imperial City to help the poor teenager enter the plane college to study. He turned and flew up, and his body reached the air in an instant, but he heard the teenager cry heartbreakingly, "Big brother, wait, wait!"

Mo Jian landed again and asked, "What's wrong?"

The little boy knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly and said, "Big brother, you are a good man. Please, help my sister!" If you don't save her, she will die! Please, please..."