Urgent, urgent, urgent! Go get Duan Old Devil!

The Murong Brothers started at the sudden sound of the nun's voice.

He really should not have let himself get distracted!

His opponent swept sideways, and the entire space seemed to tear apart.

Claw marks appeared in midair, coiling force entwined within them.

For a moment, countless claws seemed to reach out of those marks to rip him apart.

The Murong Brothers switched his twin sabers from offense to defense, instantly weaving a sealed barrier, but he still took a hit during the transition.

With a ripping sound, his trousers tore open, and a clear claw mark appeared on his thigh. Blood immediately welled out.

"You evil heretic, you don't even know what winning off a kong is! This fairy will slay you!"

Seeing her launch an even more frenzied claw attack, the Murong Brothers suddenly shouted, "Who says I don't? Play ten rounds if you've got the guts!"

At the mention of playing bamboo tiles, the nun's assault abruptly stopped. "You dare play bamboo tiles with us?"

"Why wouldn't I? They call me the King of Kings of Gambling Sages! Once I start gambling, I soar straight to the heavens!"

The two nuns sounded skeptical. "Really?"

"The loser doesn't even get to keep their underwear! Do you dare?"

The Murong Brothers thrust his body forward, brimming with imposing confidence.

"You're on!"

As they spoke, the wooden boxes on the two nuns' heads rotated, revealing the character for "prosperity." Then they added, "The loser won't just strip naked. They'll offer up their heart!"

The Murong Brothers said, "Fine, but ten rounds aren't enough. Fifty at the very least!"

"Fifty is too many. Thirty. We've never played more than thirty rounds of bamboo tiles," the nun in the red hood said.

"Thirty it is!"

"Ning Qing, we're taking their bet!"

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