MTL - A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating-Chapter 368 Oh, it's so boring to always win.

  Chapter 368 Oh, it’s too boring to always win

  Lu Jingzhi only found out now.

  I am still playing around.

   No, it should be said that the entire first floor is a mess.

   Even because the bet is not big, there is no need to change the chips, and the broken silver is used directly.

   "Change the game," Lu Jingzhi even boasted that he was going to fly, how could she give up like this, with her **** pride, "Is there anyone who doesn't value luck so much?"

  Pitching pots, playing chess, boxi, Pai Gow, chess...you can choose.

   "Chess also counts?"

   "There are also, but few people play."

  Even if I know how to play, I don’t come to this kind of place to play.

  Wouldn't it be nice to cook a pot of tea at home, and happily fight back and forth with your opponents?

  Go to the second floor.

  Lu Jingzhi preferred some very technical projects.

   Cast pot.

   This is actually a game that looks fair but is actually very unfair.

   This is a throwing game.

   Various ways to play.

  Luck does not account for much, and more depends on skills.

  Then the question comes, whether to practice martial arts or not is almost the key to victory here.

   Of course, most of the gamblers are ordinary people.

  Even if you know some punches, you are not very capable.

  After listening to the rules and observing, she got involved.

  She is really conspicuous among the crowd.

  The cloud is calm and the wind is light, and the hands are neat.

  After only playing one game, Lu Jingzhi pouted, "It's boring."

  Everyone: "..."

Easier said than done.

   I have never seen someone who gets more and more boring as he wins.

   Seeing her melancholy expression, Qing Wuya suddenly remembered something, "Actually, there is another way to bet on size."

   Then we have to go to the third floor.

   Roll the dice yourself.

  Lu Jingzhi, who was originally listless and only wanted to look for Jiji, suddenly brightened his eyes.

   This sentence is simply good memory awakening.

   Shake yourself!

   Isn't this the standard configuration of the God of Gamblers? !

  It can also save someone from tampering with the result, hissing, and heartbeat.

   Action is worse than heartbeat.

   "Go, take a look."

  The third layer is the highest layer of boats.

  The number of people dropped sharply.

  There are only human voices on the first and second floors, but this place is very clean.

  The sound of silk and bamboo is long, and the fragrance in the air has become different.

More Advanced?

  I can't see anything in a short time, but after a long time down here, I suddenly took a breath of the fragrance here, and my mind was shocked.

  If the sweet honey fragrance below is to dispel the strange smell while slowly reducing the sensitivity of the five senses, then the fragrance here can definitely refresh the mind.

   This layer is not closed.

  The next three or five steps are all candlelight, the smell of oil is covered, but it does not disappear.

   Here, it is open on all sides, with light gauze flying beside the open railings, and hanging lanterns swaying with the wind.

  The gaps between the lanterns are decorated with luminous pearls to ensure the atmosphere without losing the brightness.

   The boundless night can be seen clearly.

   Probe down, the sparkling light seems to spread towards the distance like a silver belt.

   Stepping on it, it was as if the plugs on the ears were pulled out with a bang, and the voice suddenly became clear.

  Although Qing Wuya knew the way, there was still a woman leading the way.

  The expression and behavior are very respectful.

   Those who have reached the third level can no longer be simply summarized by the identity of a gambler.

  Not only the sound of silk and bamboo on this floor, but also the sound of pipa on the adjacent boat can be heard clearly.

  The upper floor over there is also half open.

  The wind-blown hair on the side of his face was pinned behind his ears. Lu Jingzhi leaned on the railing with one hand, knocked a few syllables at random with the other, looked at the shadows in the distance, and sighed, "The arms are so soft, and the waist is also soft."

  Dancing is so beautiful!

  Qing Wuya: "Hey, kids, don't look around."

  Lu Jingzhi touched his nose.

  (end of this chapter)