"Is this where you said...the monster might be hiding?"

Yingqian stood outside the dark door, looking at the signboard with a rather strange expression.

Chilin nestled in her arms, yawned lazily, and murmured:

"Yes, the demonic energy is blowing away, and it's making my nose choke."

"Your monster still gambles?"

Yingqian rubbed his eyes, almost thinking that the word "Gambling House" written on the plaque was an illusion caused by his confused mind.

This fox cannot be trusted.

She turned her head again and asked Du Yan:

"Duyan, are there really monsters inside?"

"There's something evil about it."

Du Yan nodded slightly.

Looking at the word "Gambling House" on the plaque, I felt a little puzzled.

He is a monk.

How can I understand all the things in this world of mortals?

"Don't worry."

Yingqian held his arm and said with a smile:

"I can't catch monsters. You can't gamble!"

Du Yan was stunned.

It's not because of Yingqian's words.

It was because of her thin white fingers that held her in her arms.

Nails are round and smooth.

There is also a touch of delicate light pink on the fingertips.

There is heat penetrating the fabric.

It's deceptively hot.

Chi Lin opened his eyes, glanced at Du Yan, swiped his tail, pushed Ying Qian's hand away, and shouted:

"Why are you lingering? If you delay any longer, all the fairies will be gone!"

"You are the only one who talks a lot."

Ying Qian glared at Chi Lin, but did not drag Du Yan anymore, but stepped into the gambling house.

Du Yan lowered his eyes and followed Ying Qian.

It was already late at night.

Inside the gambling house, there was still a lot of noise.

The waiter at the reception caught a glimpse of someone entering the door and was about to greet them, but when he saw them clearly, he was stunned.

Where did such an ugly girl come from?

Is there another monk?

What combination is this?

The waiter looked weird.

Especially when he caught a glimpse of Ying Qian holding a fox in his arms.

The complexity in his eyes suddenly became a little heavier.

Are these two people not here to do acrobatics?

Otherwise, it will be late at night.

How can a monk bring a girl to visit a gambling house?

It’s really fun to play!

The waiter muttered a few words in his mind, and when he stepped forward to greet him, he looked attentive again.

"Sir, are you here to gamble?"

"Otherwise?" Yingqian took out the silver and threw it over, raising his eyebrows and saying, "If I were looking for a girl, why would I come to your place?"

"this..."

The waiter was stunned.

Yingqian choked so much that she even forgot the words she was used to saying.

Yingqian looked around and urged:

"Why bother? Go ahead!"

"Hey...hey!"

The waiter responded.

He exchanged the silver for chips and handed them to Yingqian respectfully.

There aren't many chips.

But Yingqian glanced at Chilin, and a smile appeared on his lips.

She tugged on Du Yan's sleeves and said with a smile:

"Let's go, little master, I will take you on a walk on this worldly road!"

Du Yan lowered his eyes.

I originally wanted to recite the name of the Buddha.

But before the sound came out, Yingqian was dragged to the gambling table.

What’s on this table is the simplest way to play.

Yingqian understood the rules with just one glance, and Tong Duyan explained:

"The dealer rolls the dice, and we place bets. Guess whether the number of the dice rolled by the dealer is high or low. Only if we guess correctly can we get money."

"Donor..." Du Yan was forced to the gambling table by her. Listening to the shouts around him, he was obviously a little uncomfortable, "Aren't you looking for a demon?"

"Demon?"

Yingqian blinked and said quickly:

"Look! Just play and find it!"

She stared at the dealer's dice cup.

After waiting for the voice to fade away, Chi Lin whispered.

"Small."

Yingqian immediately pushed all the chips onto Xiao Shang.

Waiting for the dealer to open the dice cup, it turned out to be a small one.

"Okay you!"

Only then did Yingqian smile.

Rubbing Chilin's head, she praised:

"Little fox, you still have some skills!"

Chilin curled his lips.

There was a hint of joy in his eyes.

Glancing at Du Yan from the corner of his eye, he whispered:

"Bad woman, you finally realize that I am more useful than that monk, right?"

"I know, I know!"

Yingqian said perfunctorily, and when the dealer rolled the dice again, she quickly urged:

"What about this time? Is it big or small?"

Chilin opened his mouth.

But he was stunned.

He listened with his ears perked up for a long time, with a look of doubt on his face.

Isn’t that right?

Why can't he hear clearly?
To be continued...