Ling Luoyu was in high spirits: "You said, is he alive or dead?"

Feng Chenglin has a toothache: "This... does this have anything to do with us?"

"Yes... you win, I give you money, if you lose, you give me money!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

"Well, you bet he was born..."

"Sheng!"

Feng Chenglin couldn't help but chose one casually.

Anyway, the life and death of that person has nothing to do with him.

No, it seems to be related!

Just about to change his mouth, Ling Luoyu already smirked and gave him a high five.

"I bet he is dead!!"

With that said, Feng Chenglin became more nervous.

"No, San Shao...How big is your bet? Too much...I don't have any. If you know about it, you will kill me!"

"Not much, one gold coin is enough!"

Ling Luoyu's black eyes flashed brightly, staring at the figure of Yin Yiren.

"He is alive, you give me a gold coin, he is dead... I will give you a thousand!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What logic is this special?

"San Shao... I won, you give me a thousand?"

"Yes indeed!!"

"Then... are you sure that you will win properly?"

If so, wouldn't she just use his gold coin?

"Tsk..."

Ling Luoyu was suddenly speechless, frowning unhappy.

"We gamble for money, what we want is fun, don't care too much about these little details..."

"But the fun lies in the small details... You scared me like this!"

If he loses, Ling Luoyu is chasing for a thousand gold coins, which is still a bit profitable.

What's wrong with this losing money to him?

Feng Chenglin unconsciously looked at Ling Luoyu again, frowning, "You... won't you be the evil?"

Ling Luoyu's smile froze completely: "Hey, fat guy, giving you money to spend, and you are so awkward? If you are not happy, then you lose, give me a thousand gold coins, and I lose one, okay ?"

"Don't! You should lose a thousand coins!"

Feng Chenglin twitched his mouth and chuckled.

"You just sold me, and I don't have that many gold coins..."

"To shut up!!"

Ling Luoyu slapped him on the mouth.

"If you chirp again, I'll kick you down!"

Feng Chenglin closed his mouth unwillingly, but couldn't help but watch Ling Luoyu several times.

In the end, she could only shake her head and follow her gaze towards the tavern.

In the backyard of the tavern, the shadowless sword has appeared, but at present it is just a swept array to watch, and there is no intention to rush to help.

On the court at this time, only Su Yao was walking around, and the other two were lying on one side, motionless, not knowing whether it was life or death.

But judging from Su Yao's painstakingly supporting actions, the other two people are afraid that it is more than good.

"What are you doing standing there? Help!"

Su Yao tried his best to avoid the attack of the Yinyiren and yelled at Wuyingjian.

"Can't you see the current situation?"

"I saw it!"

Not only did the Shadowless Sword not help, but instead embraced the long sword with his hands around his arms.

"You are retreating steadily now, people are approaching step by step..."

"Then you still don't help?"

"How can I help? You are a silver-robed assassin, and I am a little ant in the assassin's pavilion. Even your cultivation base is not as good as yours. Go up..."

Wuyingjian suddenly shut up, quietly looking at the two people who fell on the ground, frowning.

"I guess, those two people will be my end!"

"Then what are you doing today? Watching the fun?" Su Yao screamed furiously.