Zhang Qingyan, the God of Gamblers

Gao Yunyi and Zhang Qingyan were walking down the street.

The Gambling Den and the Brothel were not far apart, so they chose to walk instead of taking a carriage.

This street is full of businesses that sell food, drink, and entertainment; it's a veritable money pit.

Crowds thronged, carriages and horses flowed like a dragon.

A scene of dazzling prosperity and extravagant indulgence.

Walking on the bustling streets,

Experiencing the ancient cultural landscape and everyday life, Gao Yunyi found that he did not feel as resistant or disgusted as he had imagined.

As your level increases and your strength grows,

His social anxiety symptoms seem to have disappeared.

In his eyes,

These living, breathing ancient people were like ants under his feet; though numerous, they posed no danger to him.

After all, they are already beings of different dimensions.

Why would those at higher latitudes feel intimidated or restrained by the existence of those at lower latitudes?

Zhang Qingyan continued to introduce the fun and delicious places to visit on this street.

It seems that only in this way can I forget the pain and sorrow I just felt.

Then Gao Yunyi casually said something.

"You're not still a virgin, are you?"

Zhang Qingyan's voice was abruptly interrupted, and he suddenly stood still.

"How could that be? Don't talk nonsense, I'm not like that."

He turned around stiffly, his face flushed and his eyes filled with panic.

Gao Yunyi smiled.

He guessed right.

What White Dragon in the Waves flits among a sea of flowers without a single petal clinging to him.

After all that, he turned out to be just an innocent young virgin.

He claims to Matchmaker, but in reality, he has never been involved in romantic affairs. He is pure of heart and talks a lot of flirtatious stories, pretending to have seen it all, but in practice, he is completely clueless.

However, Gao Yunyi did not pay any attention to it.

On the contrary, she admired him even more.

After all, how bad can someone be?

They are hundreds of times better than those hypocrites who appear virtuous on the surface but are actually despicable and shameless.

"Brother Gao, are you making fun of me?"

Seeing the Immortal who ignored his explanation and instead wore a meaningful smile, Zhang Qingyan broke down in his guard.

"I didn't, you're overthinking it."

Gao Yunyi and said.

Zhang Qingyan: "..."

Are we still going to that Gambling Den?

Zhang Qingyan looked at the Immortal with a resentful expression.

"Go, why wouldn't you go?"

Having decided to fully experience the ancient world of entertainment and gambling, how could we possibly give up halfway?

Although Gao Yunyi was dressed in a simple blue robe and wore a mask to cover his face,

Yet her aloof, ethereal, and mysterious aura still drew the attention of passersby.

However, despite parading through the streets, no one dared to offend them.

Because...

Anyone whose face shows ill intent and whose body is restless with desire...

Not ready to take action yet.

They were then led into an alley or corner by several mysterious people who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

That's all,

Under the guidance of the God of God of Gamblers, Zhang Qingyan,

The three of them wandered through the streets and alleys until they arrived at a secluded place.

The Daliang Kingdom prohibits gambling but not prostitution.

Therefore, most Gambling Dens are semi-underground.

Without someone familiar with the place to guide you, you probably wouldn't even know where the Gambling Den's entrance is.

On the surface, this place appears to be a residential courtyard, but in reality, it hides a secret.

Zhang Qingyan raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

A deep voice came from inside.

"You son of a bitch."

Zhang Qingyan spoke in a low voice.

"Come in."

Gao Yunyi: "..."

Isn't this code a bit too hasty?

But the customer is always right, no problem.

Inside the house,

Before even entering, the noise hit me.

The doors and windows were tightly shut, and dozens of tallow candles hung from the beams of the main hall, their flickering light casting shadows on the people in the room.

More than ten mahogany gambling tables were lined up in a row, most of them packed with people. The dealer held up the dice cup and shook it violently, shouting incessantly, "Place your bets now! Big! Big! Big!"

Zhang Qingyan is not only a VIP at the Brothel, but also a VIP at the Gambling Den.

So the three of them were invited into the elegant private rooms on either side of the hall.

Inside the private room,

Then you won't see the bloodshot-eyed gamblers in the marketplace.

They were all richly dressed playboys and wealthy merchants, spending money like water without batting an eye.

Zhang Qingyan wasn't lying; he was indeed quite famous in the Gambling Den.

However, his reputation seems to differ from what he boasts about.

"Isn't this Young Master Zhang? He's here to deliver money again today."

"Hahaha... Brother Zhang, come over here quickly, I'm counting on you to turn things around."

"I've long admired the name 'The Money-Giving Boy,' and today I'd like to see for myself if it's really as miraculous as it sounds."

"..."

Upon seeing Zhang Qingyan walk in, the gamblers at the table immediately turned their attention to him.

For a moment, the entire private room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

It was as if Zhang Qingyan was their savior; as long as he came, they would make a fortune.

So much so that even Gao Yunyi, who was behind Zhang Qingyan, was completely ignored by everyone.

Zhang Qingyan stole all the limelight.

This was the first time Gao Yunyi had encountered a situation where his limelight had been overshadowed, and he found it quite novel and interesting.

Just how much money did Zhang Qingyan lose at the Gambling Den that made everyone's eyes light up with excitement, treating him like a spendthrift?

Zhang Qingyan lowered her head again.

The expressions on his face were absolutely priceless.

One second he was boasting about his gambling skills to the Immortals, the next he was slapped in the face and stripped naked.

That's good.

He has completely lost face in front of the Immortals.

"Go ahead, I'll take care of everything."

Gao Yunyi patted Zhang Qingyan, who was mortified.

Yes,

This young master didn't come alone today.

He was accompanied by a great deity, Immortal.

Surely the Immortal knows the God of Wealth in heaven, and will surely bless this young master with good luck and invincibility.

Thinking about this,

Zhang Qingyan instantly became more assertive, straightening his back ramrod straight.

He exuded an aura of domineering confidence, as if everyone else here was trash and he was the only one worthy of respect.

"Hahaha... Watch as this young master slaughters you all today, leaving not a single one alive."

Then,

Zhang Qingyan charged forward recklessly.

Then,

Zhang Qingyan slunk back down again.

He gambled away all his money.

Gao Yunyi: "..."

Goodness!

That's really something.

You haven't won a single game in over ten rounds.

Gao Yunyi really learned a lot today.

Zhang Qingyan bets on "big," so everyone else bets on "small."

Zhang Qingyan bet on small, everyone else bet on big.

In the end, he was the only one at the entire gambling table who lost; everyone else was a winner.

It's like Bulbasaur eating Bugles and magically stumbling into Mickey Mouse Clubhouse —it's absolutely amazing!

With such lousy gambling skills, how dare he call himself the God of Gamblers of the Capital, who can control the fate of the world and never return empty-handed?

Where is your face?

Don't even mention the God of Wealth's blessing; even if the God of Wealth knelt before you, he couldn't save you.