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Mortal Cultivation

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Sacred_Spirit · Fantasie
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We Bet Our Coins On Ourselves

Wang Wei suddenly sighed and said, "It's all my fault. If we played conservatively yesterday's game, I'm afraid the odds today would not be so low."

After listening, everyone nodded, and it seemed that it was exactly what Wang Wei said. The monstrous performance of everyone yesterday made many people start to be optimistic about the Xuanbing team, which also directly affected the changes in the odds of the bet.

Fatty asked, "Then, who will win?"

Bu Yueyue raised her eyebrows, lifted her leg and kicked the fat man's ass, and said angrily, "You bastard! Of course we'll win! Do you still want to buy another team?"

Ziyu was busy rubbing his butt and said with a smile: "Just kidding, just kidding!"

After speaking, Fatty took out all 800 gold coins, put them on the counter, and said to the little girl at the betting point: "Sister, I bet the second Xuanbing team to win!"