He was actually very averse to the Eight Empires. His family was a royal family here, but it was said to be just a small family over there. He didn't want to go there, so he didn't practice very hard and didn't go back to the academy. He didn't plan to be selected by the Nebula Sect in the future. If he was selected, he would have to go there.
He can be said to be a little bully here, but when he goes to those places over there, he has to behave himself with his tail between his legs, and he doesn't want to do that.
"Hurry, hurry, Song Ming is setting up a gambling game out front again. He lost a lot of money yesterday. Let's go and take a look." Several men said and walked forward together.
Feng Jiu and the other two sitting at the tea stall were slightly moved when they heard this. It was said that Song Ming, in addition to liking beautiful women and behaving sensually, also had excellent gambling skills, so how could he lose
"Shall we go and take a look too?" Ning Lang looked at the two of them and asked.
"Yeah." Fengjiu nodded, paid for the tea, stood up and followed the crowd.
When they came to an alley some distance ahead, it was now full of people. In the innermost part of the crowd there was a square table, where a young man in brocade clothes was sitting with his legs crossed, followed by a servant boy. In front of him was a dice cup with the words "big" and "small" written on the table, and a lot of money was bet on it.
"Hurry, hurry, buy it and leave it alone!" he shouted, knocking on the table with one hand.
Many people placed bets, and most of them bet on the big side. After everyone made their decision, he opened the dice cup, and when he saw the number inside, everyone cheered.
"How can it be small? We have already opened many small ones."
"I've already lost a lot of money on this big side."
“This one will definitely go big!”
"Hey, sorry everyone, my luck is pretty good today, I won again." He laughed, and the servant behind him came forward to collect the money and then stood behind him properly.
Song Ming picked up the dice on the table and shook them. After putting them down, he shouted, "Buy it and leave it! Buy it and leave it!"
"I bet big!"
"I bet big too!"
"It must be big!"
"I just don't believe this side!"
Everyone started to gamble, their eyes turned red with anger, and they took out their money to bet on the bigger party.
Feng Jiu and the other two were watching there, seeing those people shouting and yelling, but when the moment came, a small number came out, and after a few rounds in a row, they all obviously lost and their eyes turned red.
Finally someone believed him and shouted, "Always open small, I'll buy small this time!"
“I’ll buy the small one too!”
Someone else followed, and in the blink of an eye, they saw a pile of gold and silver coins on the smaller side. However, when the plate was opened, there was silence all around, and then people started cursing.
"Song Ming! Are you cheating? When we buy big, you open small, and when we buy small, you open big. You must be cheating!"
"Yes, you must be cheating! Give us our money back!"
Everyone was angry and rushed forward to grab the money. However, at this moment Song Ming snorted heavily, slapped his hands on the table, and the aura of a cultivator in the late foundation building stage swept out, instantly pushing everyone around him away.
He stood up with a sullen face, staring at the people who fell to the ground around him, and snorted coldly: "You dare to rob my Song Ming's money? I think you are really bold!" As soon as he finished speaking, he signaled the servant behind him to collect all the money on the table.