Chapter 2001: Gambling (2/2)
”I said that they will get married, then they will get married, don't believe, let's make a bet.”
The quiet son smiled.
”Bet? Well, what are you betting on?”
Ning Qi smiled.
”In this way, if you lose, you will come under my door. I will accept you as a disciple. How do you see it?”
The quiet son smiled.
The sheep hooked a little bit, and his face was not very good-looking. He could turn his mind and think that his mouth would rise slightly. Obviously, his master did not really want to accept this as a disciple, but it was just to humiliate him. When I read this, the sheep hooked up and there was some expectation. If Ningqi really fell under the door of the quiet son, wouldn’t he become his teacher? By then... Hey!
”Hey, this bet is good.”
Many of the Mozu’s hearts secretly admire, and the gambling promises made to the quiet son are very optimistic.
”Northern Son, don't bet.”
North Moon cold autumn and busy to Ning Qi voice, this bet, can not play!
”Oh, if you lose, you will go under my door? This is not very good, I personally do not like to accept disciples, so if you lose, you will...”
Ning Qi looked around and suddenly saw Dawn, and suddenly a hint of light smiled in his eyes, pointing to the road. ”If you lose, just go under his door.”
Daun looked at Ning Qi with a stern look. How did this fire suddenly burn on him?
Daun quickly looked at the quiet son, want to explain, the quiet son but coldly glanced at him, then looked at Ning Qi, ”OK, just say so.”
After all, he did not give Daoen the opportunity to explain, turned away, and Daun and others stayed in the distance, until the quiet son went away, he only smiled and looked at Ning Qi, ”Bei Xuan Shaozhu Why are you suffering me...”
Pingtian and the empty heart secretly rejoice, he has not said too much with Ning Qi, Daoun apparently inadvertently offended the other party, will fall so far, even if Ning Qi lost this bet, he Will also be remembered by the quiet son.
As for winning this bet?
This is impossible.
”Difficult to you? Give you a disciple of the late Devil, do you want it?”
Ning Qi smiled and walked in the direction of the Zulu Mountain Range.
Beiyue Muyang, the north moon cold autumn, Lan Ruo, the three faces are a bit ugly, just seeing Ning Qi so calm, they can not say anything at the moment, can only catch up quickly.
”Dow, it’s a sorrow.”
Pingtian and the empty patted Dao’s shoulder and comforted.
”I am a fart... I am sorry...”
Daun’s heart snorted and his face was very blue.