Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 83 Ten House Rules (1)
At this moment, a loud shout sounded in the room: "Bring a pen!"

The three of them stared in disbelief, the prince really wants to sign?
Swirling under the feet of the wind, it flew to the side hall, took a wolf hair, and sent it to the bedroom at the speed of light.

Daqin God of War stared at the ten family rules, gritted his teeth, waved his sleeves, and three large characters painted with iron and silver hooks appeared on the paper: Zhan Beilie.

Leng Xia blinked in astonishment, she never thought that Zhan Beilie would really sign...

Leng Xia frowned, and a trace of complicated feelings emerged. In her mind, the things he had done in the past few days were reflected one by one. With a gentle tone that I didn't realize, I said, "I'm going to the casino."

After all, Leng Xia hurried out of Qinghuanyuan, she needs to think about it.

Chang'an City, a gambling house from all over the world.

When Leng Xia stepped into the casino, a stern shout came from the box on the second floor: "Damn it, you are lying!"

The voice was so loud that it overwhelmed the noisy crowd of gamblers on the first floor. The gamblers winked and pointed to the second floor, with a look of familiarity: "It's started again!"

There was even a young servant in the middle holding a drumstick, slammed it on the drum, and yelled: "Buy to lose, buy to win, buy and leave! Is it the king of Yue who was beaten all over his head, or Knife was beaten and ran all over the field? We'll see in half an hour!"

The gamblers ran to the center laughing and joking, and sprinkled their money on the table where the war against North Vietnam and the Nian Xiaodao were displayed, whispering to each other and waiting for the result.

Leng Xia raised her eyebrows, but she was not in a hurry to go up, she pulled a chair and sat down, waiting to see the outcome.

An arrogant response came from upstairs again: "Master, I still say you are cheating! You can't shit and complain about the pit, can't you afford to lose?"

"Bang!" This is the sound of a chair smashing against the wall.

"Hoo!" This is the sound of flying knives cutting through the air.

"Bang!" This is the sound of the inkstone hitting the head.

"Yang palm!" This is the sound of things being knocked down again and again in the room.

Next, the door of the box on the second floor opened suddenly, and Nian Xiaodao waved away the gamblers crowding around the door, spread his legs and ran down.

Next, a staggering figure appeared at the door, half-bent, covering his bleeding head, panting and shouting: "Little bastard, stop for me!"

Next, the gamblers booed: "Cut..."

The young servant in the middle happily collected the money, while smacking his lips and pityingly said: "This time the beating is not serious, my head has been slashed!"

Leng Xia grabbed Nian Xiaodao who ran to her and was about to jump out the door, ignoring his virtue of flapping his legs and claws, the other hand grabbed Zhan Beiyue who came up and kicked towards him while covering his head and lifting his foot. , One by one, they were carried upstairs like chickens.

Walking to the door of the box on the second floor, the battlefield where the two fought was like ruins. He raised his foot and walked around the broken chairs and tables all over the floor. With a wave of both hands, the two "chickens" were immediately thrown under the wall.

The moment they landed, the two fought together again. Nian Xiaodao, in keeping with the fine tradition of taking advantage of your illness to kill you, grabbed the inkstone next to him and smashed it at Zhan Beiyue's injured head.

Grinning his teeth, Zhan Beiyue endured the pain, and when he saw the right moment, he turned over with a kite, pinned him down fiercely, grabbed the pillow on the ground, and smothered his face, what a small cutting board, I can't hold you to death!

Leng Xia's face was cold, she raised her jade hand, and the two sleeve arrows detached from her wrists, and shot towards the two of them!

Fighting Beiyue was bored, when a gust of cool wind hit the back of his head, he secretly shouted that it was not good to perform lightness kung fu and circled in mid-air, barely avoiding a sleeve arrow.

Nian Xiaodao violently lifted the pillow on his face to block it in front of him, another sleeve arrow shot at the pillow, and the pillow shattered with a bang, flying chicken feathers all over the sky.The Xiujian was blocked by the pillow, and lost most of its strength. It narrowly missed his shoulder and was nailed to the wall behind him.

The two exhaled in unison, then gave each other a hard look, they were too busy dealing with the little overlord (cutting board), and even forgot that there was such an evil star.

Zhan Beiyue rushed to Leng Xia with a wailing cry, facing his bruised and swollen face from the beating of Zhan Beilie two days ago, and his bleeding head from being hit by Nian's knife just now, pitifully, "Second Sister-in-law. "

Leng Xia glanced at him in disgust, called the boy who was waiting at the door holding gauze, and Zhan Beiyue happily bandaged him.

When only she and Nian Xiaodao were left in the room, Leng Xia's pair of phoenix eyes flashed. At this time, Nian Xiaodao was squatting at the base of the wall studying the sleeve arrow nailed into the wall. After looking for a while, his big eyes flickered. His gaze accurately found Leng Xia's wrist, and he smacked his lips.

Leng Xia raised her eyebrows and asked, "Is there a problem?"

Nian Xiaodao was not too polite, ran to Leng Xia and studied the wristband she was clasping for a while, curled his lips and said, "It must have been done by the little old man who went into the third house in the dirty alley."

Nian Xiaodao finished his research, and with a look of lack of interest, he sat cross-legged on the ground, and said contemptuously: "The workmanship is exquisite, but the practicality is far from it."

The corners of Leng Xia's lips curled up, and she also sat cross-legged across from her, raised her chin and said, "I hope to hear a good opinion."

On the contrary, Nian Xiaodao lost his temper, leaned back, crossed his legs and said arrogantly: "Why did you tell you, Master?"

Leng Xia was not annoyed, she leaned back the same way, leaning against the wall behind, folded her arms and said, "Let me guess, is your surname Deng?"

After saying this, Nian Xiaodao's big eyes stared at him, he sat up straight suddenly, and said excitedly, "Master's surname is Nian! The devil's surname is Deng!"

At this moment, a deep male voice came from outside the door: "He takes his mother's surname."

The two turned their heads to see that Zhan Beilie, dressed in a black brocade robe and wearing boots of the same color, walked in step by step, looked at Nian Xiaodao and said, "Deng Jiuzhi disappeared 20 years ago and lived in seclusion in the east. The land of Chu got married and had a child, and died of depression after only ten years. That year, the woman with the surname left the mountain village where she lived in seclusion with her only child, and there has been no news since then. You are that child, Deng Xiaodao."

(End of this chapter)