The leader ignored Zhao Rang's words and didn't care at all about the black steel knife on his neck.
He just looked at Zhao Rang intently, with such fire in his eyes that he wanted to swallow him in one gulp.
"Leader!"
"Leader!!!"
Under the constant shouting of Amani and Hong Jiang, the leader came back to his senses and said to Zhao Rang:
"You want the antidote?"
"You're not poisoned, why do you need an antidote?"
The leader said so sincerely that Zhao Rang was a little confused and felt that what just happened was like a dream.
But looking back at Yuan Mingkong and Ximen Dazhuang, they still had smiles on their faces. Ximen Dazhuang's saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth to his chest, stretching into a very thin line.
"They're not poisoned either!"
The leader said.
Zhao Rang added a little more force to his hand, and the blade printed a faint blood mark on the leader's neck.
"How can there be an antidote for Tongtian Pill? This is a glimmer of hope left by the heaven to ascend to heaven and become an immortal for a lifetime!"
After saying that, the leader snatched the knife from Zhao Rang's hand with lightning speed.
"What a sharp knife!"
As the leader said, he stretched out his hand to rub the blood marks on his neck that Zhao Rang had just pressed.
The skin suddenly returned to its original state without any difference. m.
After losing the knife, Zhao Rang had no one to rely on anymore. He sat back on the chair with a dejected expression and looked at the wine glass in front of him in a daze.
He didn't know when he and others took the Tongtian Pill, and he didn't know why he woke up so quickly while the others were still addicted to the illusion of nothingness.
But he knew that once Tongtian Pill was contaminated, it would be almost impossible to give it up.
Even people like Aqizi will change into human beings and ghosts when they are addicted, let alone Yuan Mingkong and Ximen Dazhuang...
This kind of thing is useless no matter how strong your martial arts training is.
Haidiya was still smiling at this moment, not knowing what kind of fun he saw in the illusion.
"Master Zhao?"
The leader called softly.
Zhao Rang looked at him with tired eyes, as if there was a ball of cotton stuck in his throat.
"Although there is no antidote for Tongtian Pill, there is still room for improvement after taking it for the first few times."
The leader's words made Zhao Rang's eyes light up and he asked quickly:
"What leeway?"
"Of course there is room for them to be completely unaffected in the future!"
Zhao Rang's eyes suddenly dimmed again.
He knew that the leader must have such a method.
But he also knew that the leader would not give him such a method easily.
You have to pay a huge price to get it.
Zhao Rang did not hesitate, looked at the leader and said solemnly:
"I promise you that I am willing to be the protector of the divine religion!"
The leader didn't react for a moment and repeated:
"Mr. Zhao, are you willing?"
Zhao Rang nodded and replied:
"yes."
"I do."
The leader looked up to the sky and smiled, saying:
"Very good, very good, there is still loyalty in this world!"
Zhao Rang's heart was gradually swallowed up by bitterness.
He knew the consequences of doing so, but he really couldn't stand that his friends were tortured to death by Tongtian Pill.
Again, the weak have no right to choose. No matter what you choose or do, it's all wrong...
Zhao Rang only hopes that the leader is a real villain as he said.
A true villain at least means what he says and does what he says, and will not be two-faced like a hypocrite.
"Since I have agreed, it's time for the leader to take out that 'leeway'."
The leader nodded first, then shook his head.
Zhao Rang frowned and asked:
"Could it be that you lied to me?"
"If you lie, I can regret it!"
The leader quickly explained:
"There is indeed a way. I did not deceive Mr. Zhao."
"Then why are you shaking your head?"
"Because I suddenly changed my mind and there is no need for Mr. Zhao to be the protector of the divine religion."
If he really had a method, Zhao Rang could barely believe it. But if he just gave up his method for no reason, Zhao Rang would never believe it!
Pies will not fall from the sky, and even if they do, there will still be so many people with their mouths open. Some people may actually be able to eat it, but most people can only drink a lot of northwest wind.
Zhao Rang knew that although his luck was good, it was certainly not good enough to make the leader suddenly change his mind.
"Young Master Zhao should know what I like most, right?"
Zhao Rang didn't even think about it and said with a sneer:
"You like to harm people the most!"
The reason why I say harm, not kill, is because harming others is more disgusting than killing.
Killing someone is very simple, all it takes is one knife, one sword, and one punch. The one who harms others is calculated and calculated, leading the other person to fall into the trap step by step. He is allowed to be manipulated, and in the end he has no choice but to decide whether to live or die.
Compared to people who kill people, people who harm others are a hundred times more vicious!
"Haha, Master Zhao, have you forgotten what happened in Lotus Alley?"
Speaking of Lotus Lane, Zhao Rang's heart shrank.
That fire, that dead child...
"Is it possible that the leader's favorite thing is to play with hidden hooks?"
The leader said:
"Without Manager Li, hiding a hook would be meaningless. But hiding a hook is also a gamble. Mr. Zhao is right."
"My favorite thing is gambling. So if Mr. Zhao can beat me in gambling, he will give you the method himself, and you don't need to be the protector of my divine religion!"
Zhao Rang pointed to the black steel knife in front of the leader, then patted the pockets and front of the shirt, and said:
“How can I gamble when I have no money?”
The leader smiled and said:
"I can lend it to you!"
Zhao Rang asked:
"What are you betting on?"
The leader looked at the other three people who were still intoxicated and said:
"Just bet the lives of three of them. I'll lend you their lives first."
In addition to gambling for money, he has seen gambling rooms, casinos and even gambling on women. This is the first time I bet on my life.
Those gamblers in gambling houses who clamor to risk their lives are often very afraid of death. They thought that this kind of bravado would scare others, but in fact it showed their cowardice.
"I can bet on my own life, but not on their lives."
"I can bet my life for my friends, but I can't play games with my friends' lives!"
After hearing this, the leader said calmly:
"Aside from gambling, I like stories with regrets and people who have no regrets the most."
"Do you think I am a person with no regrets?"
"Of course. At least for your friends, you have absolutely no regrets."
Regardless of the leader's evaluation of himself, Zhao Rang asked straight to the point:
"What are you betting on?"
The leader lit up Yuan Mingkong, Ximen Dazhuang, and Haidiya. Then I ordered Amani, Hongjiang, and myself.
"The three of us will each bet with you. I'll go first and bet and drink with you!"
Zhao Rang couldn't believe that the leader wanted to bet and drink with him.
With the martial arts cultivation of the three of them, they can easily win three games no matter what they bet on.
Even if you roll a dice to compare the size, it is the same.
When your cultivation has reached this point, your energy can be freely released. It is easy to change the number of dice in the sieve cup.
Among so many choices, Zhao Rang would of course find it incredible that he chose gambling and drinking.
Without waiting for preparation, Zhang San was already holding two large jars on the left and right and placed them on the table.
But it's not enough!
Zhang San hugged him four times in total and put eight jars of wine in his arms.
"These are the best Western Region Spring. Mr. Zhao, please!"
Zhao Rang looked at the eight jars of wine and realized that gambling was not an easy thing.
In fact, drinking is never easy, especially for a player like Zhao Rang, whose drinking capacity follows his mood and is erratic.
The weather is quite good today. In the past, Zhao Rang would have been in a good mood, and his drinking capacity would have increased by at least 20 to 30%.
But no matter how good the weather was today, it couldn't change his mood. Zhao Rang already felt that he might not have enough drinking capacity today.
Especially since he has been running around all day long.
Except for breakfast at Taihe Juzhong, I didn't eat any more rice.
Anyone who drinks regularly knows that there are two things that are absolutely indispensable when drinking - one is friends and the other is food.
The people he drinks with now are not friends. There was no dish on the table to go with the wine.
In this case, no matter how good the wine is, it will turn into coptis water, which is miserable...
What's more, this is wine with a friend's life as a bet.
It doesn't matter if the leader loses.
This is his water pavilion, with his protector sitting beside him.
In addition to being frank and harmful to others, a true villain is also first-rate in going back on his word.
Even if he is drunk, there is no need to worry, or even refuse to admit it.
But Zhao Rang must not get drunk.
If you are drunk, you will lose.
If you lose, your friend will die!
Zhang San’s hand poured wine very steadily.
Since it was a bet, it had to be fair, so an outsider had to pour the wine.
After filling up the glass, the two of them didn't say much, their eyes met, and they raised their heads to drink.
After Zhao Rang swallowed, he held his nose and spit out the alcohol breath from his mouth, so that he would not start to feel uncomfortable prematurely.
But the fragrance of the best Western Spring is so strong that even holding your breath is useless.
The two drank five large glasses of wine one after another.
Spring in the Western Regions is a bit sweet, so drinking it on an empty stomach will make you hungrier.
If you drink too much, a layer of thick, sweet wine will coat your throat, making you feel nauseated. You have to eat something salty to suppress it.
There is no food on the table.
There is only wine in the glass.
Zhao Rang could only dilute this disgusting feeling by swallowing saliva continuously.
Before they knew it, the two of them had finished a bottle!
When Zhao Rang saw Zhang San taking down the empty jar and opening a new jar, he suddenly felt that he was in good condition!
After feeling it carefully, I found that apart from a greasy throat and a bloated stomach, there was no other discomfort. I don’t even feel hungry anymore!
"Young Master Zhao has a lot of talent, I admire you!"
The leader spoke humbly and drank another drink quietly.
Zhao Rang had to drink a glass of wine in two or three times, but he still drank it with his neck raised.
Putting down the wine glass, Zhang San immediately filled it up again, then gestured to Zhao Rang and finished it in one gulp.
After a while, Zhao Rang was already two cups behind.
He discovered that sometimes gambling is not about who gets drunk first, but who loses it first!
At this time, another problem gradually became more serious - Zhao Rang found that his body was a little light, but his head was a little heavy...
This is the harbinger of alcoholism!
He's already getting drunk!
If you vomit now to empty your stomach of the undigested wine, it will definitely feel much better.
But this is tantamount to cheating.
Those who win a thousand dollars in the gambling game do not need to gamble in the last two games, and can be declared losers directly. 1
