"Why do you have so much?" asked Old Zhao enviously.
"Hehe, brother, I have bet all my belongings on those little monsters. I am almost pawning them." Flanders smiled cunningly.
With the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Old Zhao's gaze, and immediately waved his hand and put the purse into the soul guide.
He coughed lightly, "Ahem, didn't you bet more?"
Zhao Wuji lowered his head and looked at the twenty or so gold soul coins in his hand angrily, "If you don't pay me, where will I get the money to gamble?"
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