Mixing under a woman's skirt with her mouth is a famous dirty word from Hekai Mainland.

People with a head naturally understand the meaning of this sentence, and Yang Dashuan is no exception. As soon as the werewolf said, it not only made Yang Dashuan frown, but even Joan of Arc's face changed. There are many wealthy and powerful widows in the aristocratic circle who like this, and they usually keep a group of niche faces. These niche faces not only have to speak with their mouths, but also have to be flexible in tongues...

The decay in the aristocratic circle is one thing, but it is another thing to tell it seriously.[.com]

When Old John saw that his daughter was also involved, no matter how good his temper was, he had to be a little displeased. He gently pressed the table, Old John reminded him, "Old Master, please pay attention to your words. What I am holding is just a dinner party, not a drama. If you want to duel, there is a gladiator in the Holy City, and I can make the decision to provide it to you for free."

He must have been angry to say such words as Pope John the Old.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have already become tactfully restrained.

But this werewolf was Henry's subordinate, and he only followed Henry's instructions. In order to vent his anger for his master, he provoked Yang Dashuan so unscrupulously. Without instructions, the werewolf was also trying to challenge him.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Xiang Shuai quickly stood up.

But before he could speak, Yang Dashuan spoke first. "Since you are such a good nature, I can't let it go, right? Thank you for your hospitality. After you have enough wine and meals, you should also have some activities."

Joan of Arc wanted to hold Lao Yang, but when he thought of what the werewolf said just now, he immediately withdrew his hand.

Since the situation was unavoidable, Old John had to give up. He nodded and casually told the two to stop clicking and not to hurt the harmony. Several servants struggled to move the round table away and gave up a spacious open space for them.

Yang Dashuan twisted his waist, and a fried bean-like explosion came from his body.

Joan of Arc told him that there was nothing good about werewolf, it was just that he was stronger and faster. However, Yang Dashuan didn't think so. Since he could become a servant of the imperial emperor, he would probably have two brushes. But he just had two brushes!

In fact, Yang Dashuan didn't want to fight today. Wearing this Confucian robe made him feel elegant. Fighting with werewolf is nothing more than fighting against gangsters, without any highlights. It was very cheap. In addition, with Xiangshuan being by the side, Yang Dashuan didn't want to be compared by him. But since the duck was on the shelves, there was nothing to do.

The werewolf looked at Yang Dashuan who was ready and couldn't help but squint his eyes. "I thought you were going to refuse again! You must know that rejecting a decision proposed by a warrior is not a decision that a gentleman should make."

"You're paralyzed." Yang Dashuan sneered and fired back without hesitation.

"It is not a wise choice to anger your opponent before the duel. I thought you could beat the Dragon Knight by your own ability, but now it seems that you are a little clever!" The werewolf stretched out his fiery tongue and licked his dry nose. "I will let you die miserably!"

Yang Dashuan narrowed his eyes.

His hands were rubbing the ring of the Vulcan at his fingertips.

The werewolf noticed this guy's movements and suddenly felt that this guy was very sexy. Yang Dashuan's ten fingers were wearing golden rings. Without gems, they were pure gold. At a glance, they knew that he was purely a nouveau riche. The werewolf's expression was even more disdainful.

He didn't notice the red ring under Yang Dashuan's thumb.

After thinking about it, Yang Dashuan gave up on the plan to summon the "Azeroth Fire Snake". This kind of thing will still be best displayed in ten years. The less the trump card is known to others, the greater the hope of victory.

As if he felt that he was sure to win, Henry coughed twice. He waited until everyone's eyes were focused on him, and then he continued to speak. "Since we are better off adding some lottery as entertainment."

"What kind of lottery?" The first one who was interested was Xiang Shuai.

"See who will lose. Or it can be more accurate. Who will be knocked down first, how long it will take!" Henry couldn't help laughing. "I'll bet on the banker. First, place a bet of 10,000 gold coins, no, 100,000 gold coins! Bet that Lord Roger will be defeated before the end of this hourglass."

Henry took out an exquisite hourglass from his cuffs, and the red sand slowly slid from the leak. Yang Dashuan pursed his mouth for about thirty seconds.

"I bet that Lord Roger will win. Um...just ten thousand gold coins." Xiangshuai nodded and looked at Yang Dashuan.

For the elves who hate metal, ten thousand gold coins are already a very large number. When they learned that Xiang Shuai was begging him to win, Lao Yang wanted to deliberately lose to this guy, so he took a good look at Xiang Shuai's sad expression.

Old John blinked his eyes.

Damn, he really ignored his pope. He actually opened the bet in front of him, and his behavior made Old John a little overwhelmed. However, he really wanted to see Roger's strength. If it weren't for his identity, Old John would have to bet.

"Then I won't participate. But I can be regarded as a notary. With me as a guarantee, everyone can rest assured." Old John also spoke.

Since even His Majesty the Pope did not object, Henry became even more unscrupulous.

"Dear, I love Mr. Shuai, are you just so persistent in thinking that Roger will win?" Henry smiled and said loudly. "My werewolf is a good fighter. He can subdue a Komodo monster with his strength alone. I will give you a chance to change."

"No, I believe Roger will win. And he will defeat your werewolf before the hourglass is over." Xiang Shuai shook her head implicitly, rejecting Henry's kindness.

The werewolf seemed to be very dissatisfied with Xiang Shuai's contempt, and fisted at Yang Dashuan's arrogant look and slammed hard on the ground. With a "touch" sound, the granite floor tiles were smashed into cracks like spider webs, spreading to the three yards around the werewolf.

Henry nodded with satisfaction at the werewolf's performance.

Henry looked to Xiangshuai, but the latter shook his head again. With one less chance to embarrass Yang Dashuan, Henry couldn't help but pursed his mouth. Then, he turned his attention to the remaining people who had not expressed his opinion.

"I also bet on Roger's victory, 100,000 gold coins!" Joan of Arc shouted first.

The remaining few people blinked, and Druid and Naga naturally followed Xiang Shuai. Xiang Shuai thought that Yang Dashuan would win, so they naturally bet all on Lao Yang's head. As for the Pig priest, he was embarrassed to take out more than 100 gold coins and bet Yang Dashuan to win.

I'll fuck!

Henry couldn't figure it out, why did this bastard make so many people think that he would win?

Is it because he beats two Dragon Knights?

The Dragon Knight may not be the only one who is bored. His werewolf servant is much more powerful than the Dragon Knight. Henry pursed his mouth wildly.

"Then we'll start!" The werewolf clenched his fists and was about to rush over.

"I'm so anxious, are you rushing to reincarnate?" Yang Dashuan spitted, looked at Henry and couldn't help laughing. "Emperor, you seem to have forgotten something, right? How come you don't have my share when you give me a lottery ticket? I'll also bet myself to win, bet one million gold coins!"

"Rogue!" Joan of Arc shouted out in a daze. After realizing that he was disobedient, he had to shut his mouth honestly.

"How is it? Do you dare?" Yang Dashuan smiled. "If I win, you will give me one million gold coins! How about it?"

This number made Henry brow leaps wildly.

Although being the head of one of the three empires, it does not mean that one million gold coins can be ignored. Such a huge number is enough for everyone present to be shocked.

Yang Dashuan is not afraid anyway.

If you want to bet, you will be a big casino. If you weren't afraid of Henry, you would definitely have ten million gold coins when you spoke.

However, as long as you get this million gold coins, the territory and other things will bid farewell to the economic problems that have been in a long time.

But Lao Yang still overestimated Henry's ability to withstand, and the million gold coins obviously made Henry frown. The three empires are preparing for war today. As long as the alliance can win in the tenth year, they will be ready to march westward and completely occupy the territory of the elves and Bemon.

One million gold coins were enough to arm the soldiers of ten corps to their teeth.

"Fuck!" Yang Dashuan cursed in his heart.

Unexpectedly, when I finally waited until I could make a good quarrel, this guy actually gave up. Yang Dashuan smacked his lips for a while, thinking about it and then said, "Otherwise, we will do this, plus the servant behind you. They will go together. If I kill them before the hourglass is over, it will be my victory. If not, then I will lose!"

Henry raised his eyebrows and looked at Yang Dashuan in disbelief. "Really?"

"This is still fake!" Yang Dashuan grinned and smiled.

"Success, just do what you said!"
Chapter completed!