Seeing the man opposite who lost the bet slaughter his quail bloody and cruelly, Wang Cheng was so frightened that he hid behind Wen Xiaoyun in a panic.
When the white-haired old man saw him, he stretched out his hand with a calm look and took Wang Cheng over from Wen Xiaoyun.
Wen Xiaoyun's attention was entirely focused on the bloody scene in front of him.
She glanced coldly at the losing man, and suddenly sneered, "What a pity, it's ridiculous again."
The man opposite had his eyes red with anxiety, but now that he heard her sarcastic words, he suddenly became a little anxious. He raised his finger and pointed at the tip of Wen Xiaoyun's nose, and growled viciously: "Even if you win, you have no right to interfere with who I kill. Who are you going to hit? If you are in trouble, be careful. The next person I want to beat to death is you!"
Seeing this critical situation, the people on the left and right immediately stepped forward and grabbed the man to break up the fight, "Young Master, calm down."
Wang Cheng looked at the ferocious glances surrounding him and became more and more timid. Finally, he simply hugged the white-haired old man's arm. He took a few steps back timidly, not even daring to take a breath.
Facing the man's stern threat, Wen Xiaoyun was not afraid at all. She raised her head and moved forward, "You are not the one who feels pity for me. I just feel pity for myself."
The man looked at Wen Xiaoyun disdainfully, and smiled ferociously, "I didn't expect you to be so cowardly that you knelt down to Grandpa so quickly?"
Wen Xiaoyun shrugged nonchalantly and said, "What a pity for me, if your quail hadn't died, I would be willing to buy it for a hundred taels."
As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked.
The man was also stunned, and then sneered contemptuously, "Are you kidding me by saying this? Anyone who fights quails knows that even the most powerful quail will lose its courage if another quail pecks it from the front. I can’t go to the fighting arena anymore. One hundred taels of silver bought a useless quail, do you want to stew some kind of quail and eat it together?”
Listening to the man's arrogant laughter, the people watching on the left and right also started laughing.
Wen Xiaoyun's eyes became more and more confident.
She picked up her quail cage and showed the quails inside to everyone, "They say good fighting quails are hard to come by. There are so many good tricks, I've caught countless quails, I've trained countless quails, but they can't be touched. The last one was the best.
Not to mention the ordinary quail we see in the fighting arena.
It's funny that people use the habits of ordinary quails to guess and deduce the temperament of good quails.
The best quails are rare to see. They may be thin and ugly, but they have a first-class strong temperament.
They occasionally lose a round, but as long as the quail owner teaches them carefully, they will become more and more powerful in the future. "
As Wen Xiaoyun raised her hand and pointed to the innkeeper in the crowd, "Everyone who knows my young master knows that he once bought a weak and disabled quail from this shopkeeper. And our roc's head is exactly the same. One of them, at the beginning, acted very ordinary and even lost a fight. However, after going back and being trained by an expert, he regained his courage. The more he used, the braver he became, and the more he used, the more powerful he became.
And just now, I saw that my family, which was almost in its prime, was suppressed by the young master's quail.
Such a powerful quail, with some good training, will definitely become a real phoenix, or even the last phoenix. "
As he spoke, Wen Xiaoyun looked at the bloody quail in the arena, his eyes becoming more solemn, "It's just a pity that it was a step too late, so that such a good seedling was missed like this."
After saying that, she took out a small piece of broken silver from the gambling money she had just earned and threw it to the beautiful and charming dice girl. "Excuse me, girl, please send someone to bury this unfinished phoenix. Maybe I will give it to you." My son can get some good luck and find a real phoenix-headed quail in the future."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him was deeply shocked.
Thinking about it this way, it was really unlucky to kill the man just now. At least he lost hundreds of taels of silver.
And that man, including the original innkeeper, all changed their expressions when they heard it.
Hearing this, they regretted so much that they wished they could step forward to pick up the dead crow and try their best to save it.
But at this time, Wen Xiaoyun, the initiator of everything, walked to the next stall with his quail cage.
Leaving aside those gamblers who don't recognize their relatives, Wen Xiaoyun just wants to find a reliable way as soon as possible to find out where Lady Dice is hiding.
Wang Cheng didn't have the slightest doubt about what Wen Xiaoyun said, and he followed behind just waiting to reap the benefits.
The white-haired old man followed the two of them as always.
"Master, please stay." Just as the three of them were walking forward carelessly, a sweet and soft voice suddenly sounded from behind them.
This sound didn't matter, it immediately frightened Wang Cheng.
Wen Xiaoyun held the cage and turned around suddenly, "Dice, Mrs. Dice?"
