Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 69 I Shouldn't Believe Your Circle
Judging from this appearance, with such a large-scale projection method, those gold bars will be reimbursed directly in the blink of an eye.

However, with the sound of bouncing circles, those circles were all bounced off and scattered around.

A dozen or so guards, seven or eight of them, obviously had already listened to Ying Zige's orders, and went to pick up the rings without hesitation.

"It actually missed?"

"I clearly saw that my hoop was about to hit the gold bar, but it bounced off in the end?"

"It must be caused by inexperience, everyone continue."

"Give me another twenty circles!"

Those people who failed were immediately annoyed.

One by one scrambling to buy circles.

Soon wave after wave of ring games unfolded crazily.

Half an hour later.

Those people who were extremely excited were all blushing, and their eyes were full of unconvinced light.

They couldn't figure it out no matter what, obviously they had aimed very accurately, why did they still fail after all?
Jian Nu frowned slightly, and his eyes lightly fell on Ying Zige's palm.

A look of surprise appeared on his face.

The thirteenth son actually has internal strength?
He had just noticed that the thirteenth son was using his fingers to control his internal force, and quietly flicked away the circles that were about to fall.

At that time, he thought it was a hallucination, but after wave after wave of games, he soon became sure that it was definitely not a hallucination.

The thirteenth son turned out to be a top expert.

And hidden so deeply?

He took a deep breath, and suddenly he had a great change in his view of Ying Zige.

The thirteenth son is not a waste. Being able to hide for so long without being discovered by him can only show his strength...

Unfathomable!

There was a little more respect between the brows.

time flies.

Soon the incense burner in front of Ying Zige was full, and there was no room for Qin Banliang.

The profiteer's smile climbed onto his face again.

"Everyone, it's almost time today. Please be early tomorrow."

"We've already made a lot of money. If we continue, won't we make everyone continue to spend a lot of money? You'd better go home and hone your skills, and come back tomorrow."

"I hope everyone will continue to join us tomorrow."

Ying Zige cupped his hands and smiled, and raised his hand at the guard beside him.

Those guards stepped up quickly, put the so-called prizes back into boxes, and then took these things towards the direction of the palace.

Those common people were suddenly downcast one by one.

"I spent hundreds of copper coins, but I didn't get any of them? Isn't this luck too bad?"

"Your luck is a little bit better than mine. I spent twenty copper coins..."

"Then you don't seem to have lost too much."

"That's the money to buy clothes for the lady. How can I do business when I go back?"

"Then you will lose a lot..."

"I don't accept it! I don't believe it, this thing is so difficult to get it? Tomorrow, I must avenge myself!"

"Why don't you go back and study?"

……

Those common people were discussing unconvinced one after another, and what they still wanted to say was to disperse.

"Go back." Ying Zige smiled and snapped his fingers at the two attendants.

Jian Nu and Han Baichuan looked at each other, and the doubts on their faces deepened.

They saw that Ying Zige was studying many assassins' incidents in the study, and they thought he had something important to do.

result.

Street rings?
The behavior of the thirteenth son can no longer be described as weird, it is simply beyond the scope of human understanding.

"Alas!" Han Baichuan, holding the wooden sword in his hand, sighed and shook his head, feeling more and more hopeless about his future.

Jian Nu's expression was calm, but he was still thinking about that question in his heart.

Why does the thirteenth son, who usually looks very unreliable, have such pure internal energy?
In a small teahouse, no one noticed that a middle-aged man in casual clothes was looking at the scattered crowd with a slight frown.

Behind him, Zhao Gao folded his hands and put them under his lower abdomen, his waist was slightly arched, with a submissive expression on his face.

"So that's how it is. It's really smart. In this way, the person we're waiting for should soon lose his composure, right?"

The man in black smiled slightly, but his majesty remained undiminished in his smile, and the image of a king appeared vividly on his face.

It was Ying Zheng.

"Your Majesty, the thirteenth son has brought so many things related to assassins, and he also plays this kind of game. I'm afraid it will attract the attention of those assassins..."

"Do you want to warn the thirteenth son so that he will not continue."

Zhao Gao frowned slightly, his doubts getting deeper and deeper.

What the hell is going on here?
The thirteenth son brought so many things related to assassins, just playing this kind of game, it was the extreme nonsense.

Why is His Majesty not furious?
Instead, it is full of approval?

Could it be that if you love someone, his farts are delicious?
"You mean, I'm letting my son mess around? Is that so?" Ying Zheng's face suddenly darkened.

"Your servant dare not!" Zhao Gao trembled all over, his face changed slightly, and he fell to his knees in a hurry, not daring to make another sound.

"Get up."

Ying Zheng's face softened a little.

"Soon you will know the subtleties of this game. At that time, you will not think that my thirteenth son is messing around."

The corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, and the expression of appreciation is beyond words.

"Yes!"

Zhao Gao agreed without hesitation, but the doubts in his mind multiplied.

The subtlety of the game?
Could it be those circles?
I believe you circle!

Even though Zhao Gao was extremely clever, his heart was in a mess at this moment, and he really couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in Ying Zige's gourd.

The next day.

The extremely lively streets of Xianyang became even more lively.

Those people who refused to admit defeat came to the game location early, waiting for Ying Zige to appear.

But this time, besides the so-called prizes, Ying Zige brought more than 20 more guards.

After all, this game is too hot, there must be more people on the scene to maintain order.

On this day, the incense burner in front of Ying Zige was filled up quickly again.

Still no one has won any prizes.

The mentality of those people suddenly exploded.

It may be a matter of luck if you don't get a set one day.

But no one won the lottery the next day, is there something tricky in it?
They researched and researched, but they didn't come up with a result, but they didn't want to give up the prizes that seemed to be easy to get, so they all gritted their teeth and continued...

Send money to Ying Zige!

"Thank you everyone, everyone came so early to support me, but everyone got nothing. I really feel guilty, or..."

At the end of the game, Ying Zige sighed, as if he couldn't bear it.

Hearing what he said, everyone's eyes lit up at the same time.

Could it be that there is some compensation to be given?
"Why don't you work harder tomorrow?"

Puchi!

puff!

The sound of vomiting blood was so chaotic in the crowd, one after another.

(End of this chapter)