I can summon history meow

Chapter 29 God of Gamblers, Meow!
"Good fight, Qingzhao, I'm a waste!"

Half an hour later, Chen Xing was already grinning from ear to ear looking at the continuously increasing number of points.

"Chen Xing, what's the matter with you? Brother Fa is possessed, God of Gamblers?"

The roommate's message was full of disbelief, he never thought that this guy who was so fierce in the scene was actually his roommate.

It's the guy who always loses bets on 'bring food' in the dormitory!

Chen Xing smiled without saying a word.

It wasn't Chen Xing playing cards at all, it was Qing Zhaomiao who took over all of this.

One did not lose!
It's hard for Chen Xing to imagine this kind of scene. After all, when he goes home to celebrate the New Year, he belongs to the money-giving party that 'focuses on participation'.

But each hand is only a dime, and relatives and friends play it, and you can't lose much in a day, so it's not illegal at all.

Chen Xing lowered his head and found that Qingzhaomiao was playing vigorously on his lap, as if this was Qingzhaomiao's job.

Wait, is Qingzhao meow so good at it?
Chen Xing couldn't figure it out until after the game was over, his roommate sent a message again: "Stop playing, stop playing, mahjong always loses!"

So, under Qingzhao's resentful gaze, Chen Xing opened the chat software, and triumphantly sent a channel: "Back then, Chen Daozai could win 20 million with 3700 yuan. It's not a problem for me, Chen Xing, to win positive points with negative points! "

"Blow a fart, it's time to fight the landlord."

It's not that the roommates can't afford to lose, it's just that one of the younger sisters has something to leave, leaving three of them.

Seeing this, Chen Xing was a little puzzled.

Since there were three people at the beginning, why didn't the three of them fight the landlord directly, but let themselves play mahjong together?
It may be that the allure of mahjong is far greater than that of fighting the landlord...

"Call the landlord!"

"Grab the landlord!"

"I rob!"

"Super double!"

"Pour auntie a cappuccino!"

"Can you kill me with seventeen cards? Can you kill me in seconds?! You can beat Chen Xing with seventeen cards today, me! When! Play! Eat this phone!!!"

Accompanied by the music at the end of the game, Chen Xing slumped on the sofa, puzzled.

Why did the opponent play all seventeen cards in one round?
"I see."

At this moment, Qingzhao meowed at the side suddenly: "This is easier than the mahjong just now!"

Chen Xing: ()
So, the battlefield was once again handed over to Qingzhao Meow.

After that, the battlefield was completely dominated by Qingzhaomiao, and no one could win a round from Qingzhaomiao.

numb.

Why didn't anyone tell me that Qingzhao, known as the "most talented woman of all time", still has such superb gaming skills?
In this way, they played all night.

Chen Xing felt that his roommate would never have imagined that he would play Doudizhu with Mao Mao all night, and the most important thing was that he hadn't defeated Mao Mao yet.

But to put it another way, it should be a great honor for this roommate of mine to have the opportunity to fight the landlord with the most talented woman of all time online!
After a whole night, the roommate and his sister naturally couldn't bear the exhaustion of energy, so they sent a message to Chen Xing at around six o'clock in the morning, preparing to go to bed.

On the contrary, Chen Xing didn't feel much tired because of the blessing of the Great Ming Dragon Qi: he felt that he wouldn't die suddenly if he didn't sleep for four or five days.

But Chen Xing saw that Qingzhaomiao was still unsatisfied, so he could only make a match for Qingzhaomiao, so that Qingzhaomiao could continue to be silent in the sea of ​​"Fighting the Landlords".

He himself turned on the laptop.

Looking at his current home, Chen Xing was filled with emotion: I guess my monthly electricity bill will be [-], right?
The TV is on 24 hours a day, because there is an emperor cat and his two little brothers who want to watch TV.

According to this posture, the mobile phone is estimated to be occupied by Qingzhaomiao immediately.

And then I need to use a computer.

Take care of your cell phone and TV, save the cats!

Chen Xing hates the impact of technology on Maomao.

But these Chen Xing dare not talk nonsense, these little ancestors in the family are all historical predecessors, and I count on them to share my superpowers.

Of course, Hu Baibai is not among them.

Hu Baibai, who can control the fog, cannot share his ability with Chen Xing, and more importantly, Hu Baibai can't speak, so he can't sue, so Chen Xing can manipulate Hu Baibai at will.

After searching online, Chen Xing found out that he had misunderstood Qingzhaomiao too deeply.

In Chen Xing's impression, Qingzhaomiao is a fairy-level lady from a great family, after all, she is the number one talented woman in the ages, so the stereotype is here.

But judging from the historical records, Qingzhao Miao had three major hobbies in his life, smoking, drinking, burning his head... No, it was gambling, drinking, and writing lyrics.

If it is a little bit harder, Qingzhaomiao also has a fourth hobby: collecting gold and stones.

Qingzhao Miao can be said to win every gamble, and the regret in her life is that no one can make her lose. She is a veritable "God of Gamblers".

It's just that some of the current gambling games are a bit different from those in the Song Dynasty, so Qingzhaomiao needs time to understand the rules: but once you get started, it can be said that professional players have come to participate.

However, when Chen Xing saw that Qing Zhaomiao's second favorite hobby was drinking, he fell into deep thought.

People in ancient times seemed to like drinking, and Chen Xing felt that Yuan Zhang and Jing Long probably had this hobby as well.

Or...buy a good bottle of wine another day, give them a drink, let them taste the difference between modern wine and ancient wine?
Chen Xing couldn't help thinking about such miscellaneous thoughts in his mind.

However, he quickly took a deep breath, drove all these wild thoughts out of his mind, and subconsciously opened the writer's background, ready to complete today's update.

The novel written by Chen Xing is a weird novel about cultivating immortals, which is roughly the kind of "a country that is about to perish must have evildoers".

His grades were average, but he could afford Chen Xing's dinner in Gaohai City.

For some reason, it may be that after seeing Qingzhaomiao's card-playing skills, Chen Xingwen was so full of thoughts that he immediately started typing on the keyboard.

When the inspiration came, no one could stop it. He just typed the words hastily for two hours. After writing about [-] words, Chen Xing clicked publish with satisfaction.

At this moment, Chen Xing found a furry figure beside him, upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Qingzhaomiao.

"What are you writing? Is it poetry?" Qingzhao asked suspiciously while squatting in front of the computer desk.

"No, I'm writing a novel." Chen Xing explained, "There are relatively few poems now, and the main literary carrier is novels."

Suddenly, Chen Xing thought of something, and asked, "By the way, why don't you play Landlords anymore, are you tired of playing?"

It was only then that Qingzhaomiao remembered what she was doing here, and quickly said: "No, the little mirror you gave me suddenly turned black, and I can't play anymore."

(End of this chapter)