After all, Zheng Qiao still has land, soldiers and horses, and a complete team. If he can wake up and correct himself, it will be easy to gain a foothold in the northwest of the mainland. On the other hand, those forces are short-lived. Old friends are betting on these people, and they are afraid that they will lose everything.

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The young man said: "You have to give it a try."

Yan'an said helplessly: "...Who just said you can't gamble your life?"

The young man said confidently: "Once I place a bet, I will definitely win!"

Yanan didn't know where he got his confidence.

If he could win, who would be the one who ran home naked back then?

From the corner of his eye, the young man saw the doubt on Yan'an's face, and he sighed helplessly in his heart - okay, he admitted that he was a bit stubborn, and he said it with confidence, but in fact he didn't have any confidence in his heart. But this is his

Is it wrong? It’s obviously the fault of the scribes!

Which of the other people’s scribes’ ways is not upright?

But his way of being a scribe is to "lose every bet"!

Yes, you read that right.

His way of being a scribe is to lose every bet.

Let a person who regards "gambling" as a major hobby in life acquire the scribe's way of "losing every bet". The young man feels the greatest malice that fate has exerted on him. However, there is no truly useless scribe's way in this world.

In everything, there are gains and losses.

The young man lowered his eyes and looked at the inscription that he had casually thrown on the ground. There seemed to be some kind of undercurrent surging deep in his eyes...

Will you lose every bet?

If you do the opposite, you will soon win every bet.

The two of them exchanged cups and drank happily.

When the sky was slightly bright, Yanan woke up from a hangover with a headache that was almost splitting. He found that his old friend had left, leaving only a thick letter. He looked at it carefully and chuckled - although the old friend

He didn't agree to help him, but the letter he left behind had written down everything that could be used in Zheng Qiao's account, what couldn't be used, what could be trusted, what couldn't be trusted... and even his personal taboos.

These contents cannot be obtained "with intention".

This proves——

An old friend once seriously considered Zheng Qiao.

It's a pity that Zheng Qiao really disappointed him. Everything he did after taking over the Xin Kingdom was a human minefield!

It was impossible for the young man to place his only bet on Zheng Qiao, let alone entrust his life to him, but after all, he spent a lot of energy and effort, and it was just right for Yan'an.

The young man took his baggage and the boy with him and left this land through the morning fog, heading for Sibao County - this storm that had been gathering momentum for a long time has reached the critical point! Almost all the people who heard the news also Went on the same road.

Shen Tang, who was deep in the whirlpool, felt nothing.

She slept until dawn.

Chu Yao knocked on the door twice before waking her up.

With his messy hair, Shen Tang sleepily poured cold water on his face with half-squinted eyes. With enough stimulation, the remaining sleepiness flew away. After washing his face, he picked up a wooden comb and combed his hair randomly, pricking it twice or three times. Come on, the ponytail is still crooked.

"Forget it, forget it - don't compete with yourself anymore."

The longer you comb your hair, the more hair will fall out.

Chu Yao couldn't stand it anymore and offered his hand.

"Goro is still down?"

Shen Tang yawned: "Not enough sleep..."

If the dark blue under his eyes are darker, he can disguise himself as a giant panda.

She said: "Last night, my energy was drained, and my recovery was super slow. I also had a nightmare all night. I kept running away in the dream, and more and more zombies gathered to chase me. I ran with all my life, and ran. , I woke up and felt like my legs were going to be useless..."

Chu Yao opened the warm morning meal.

The aroma of porridge hit your face, and there were several plates of appetizers.

He asked in confusion: "Zombies?"

"Zombies are the living dead. Their bodies are dead, but they can move. They like to chase the smell of living people and the smell of blood..." Shen Tang picked up the porridge and took a big sip. Her empty stomach was perfectly soothed, and she felt like she was alive. , "It looks so ugly!"

This dream is simply inexplicable.

There were not only zombies chasing her in the dream, but also zombies that flew in the sky, crawled on the ground, and swam in the water. Every one of them got involved. Shen Tang relied on waves of extreme maneuvers and tenacious perseverance to avoid being caught by them. By the end, I was really tired——

Shen Tang said: "...I jumped into a coffin."

Chu Yao: "Coffin? What kind of coffin?"

Perhaps because of his scholarly skills, Chu Yao was very interested in strange dreams. He could also listen to Shen Tang's nonsensical nightmares with relish, and would express his opinions or questions from time to time. Qi Shan listened on the side and just thought Roll your eyes.

Shen Tang stopped cooking.

She thought about it carefully and said, "A wooden coffin."

As for what kind of wooden coffin it was, I have no idea.

She jumped into the coffin and the nightmare was over.

Qishan tried to join the group chat: "A sign of great misfortune?"

Chu Yao rolled his eyes at him.

"What did Hun say in the early morning? He obviously wanted to make a fortune by seeing the coffin!"

Even if it is a bad dream, it should be good luck when it comes to Wulang!

Qishan: "..."

Failed to join group chat.

Unconsciously, Shen Tang added seven or eight bowls of porridge.

The wooden barrel holding the rice porridge has bottomed out.

She removed the rice grains from her mouth and asked, "Is there any more?"

Chu Yao: "It is not advisable to eat too much in the morning."

Shen Tang touched his stomach: "Not full, at most five points."

As soon as these words came out——

Qi Shan said: "This is already your biggest daily meal."

A whole bucket of porridge!

Even Qi Shan wanted to slander Chu Yao that he was feeding pigs.

Not enough to eat?

Shen Tang: "But - I'm really still hungry."

Chu Yao stood up: "I'll go to the kitchen to see if there's anything left to eat."

The east kitchen of the Sheriff's Mansion is staffed all day long.

When I came back, there was another big bucket of rice porridge.

Chu Yao was afraid that she would not eat enough, so he brought two more plates of cakes.

Qishan: "..."

Shen Tang worked hard and drank it all in a short time.
Chapter completed!