Chapter 7681: Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers-11

Mo Xiaobai shook the dice with a wicked smile on his face: "Can we play a bigger bet!!"

"A bigger bet? How big is it?" Feng Chenglin smiled indifferently: "I'm still saying that, as long as you guys can make it, I can do it!"

Mo Xiaobai and Mo Xing were waiting for his words.

As if it was a matter of course, Mo Xing slapped the table, gritted his teeth and whispered.

"Then how about we just play a game to decide whether to win or lose?"

"Win or lose in one round?" Feng Chenglin's expression was obviously stunned, he glanced at his purse subconsciously, blinked his eyes, hesitant and a little nervous.

"Didn't you say that as long as we make a decision, you will dare to accompany us to the end? Why, regret it?" Mo Xiaobai fanned the flames in a timely manner, mocking yin and yang.

"I, I'm not afraid, I'm just afraid, I'm afraid that it will be inappropriate..." Feng Chenglin said stumblingly, hesitating.

The two teenagers on the opposite side could see the dodge and unease in his eyes.

——Where is this inappropriate, obviously it is not dare!

Feng Chenglin's reaction made the two of them even more determined, and felt that they would win without a doubt.

If that's the case, it's even more impossible for them to let him go.

Two people have a red face and a white face, one is persuading while the other is coaxing.

When Feng Chenglin started, there was still some resistance.

He frowned and shook his head silently.

But when the two of them were talking, it was as if they had been brainwashed, and they started to nod.

Finally, a decision was made.

He slapped the table sharply, and poured the money bag into the center of the table with a "clatter", and all the gold ingots were poured out.

"If that's the case, then I will accompany you to play a big game! According to what you said, a game is determined to win or lose..."

Rolling up his sleeves, he was gearing up.

"I don't believe it. With this half-and-a-half chance, I will lose in your hands!"

Mo Xing shook the dice: "...Then, this time, do you still want to bet small?"

Feng Chenglin twitched his mouth in pain, and even his facial features seemed to wrinkle.

He was clearly making a difficult decision and was hesitant.

After a long time, he nodded slowly, "I have a relationship with Xiao, maybe that is Lao Tzu's lucky character, okay, this Lao Tzu will bet on small, or small!!"

Lifting the head is defiant, looking at the two.

"Let's see if you two brats can still beat Lao Tzu!"

Mo Xing smiled without saying a word, shaking the dice cylinder in his hand.

Feng Chenglin's heart seemed to be picked up by the sound of the crashing sound.

Subconsciously, he pressed his chest with his hands, his tense breathing thickened, and his eyes slowly became bloodshot and turned scarlet.

"Small, small, small..."

He is like a gambler, watching the game that decides his life and death.

Nervous and excited incoherent.

In the end, under his eyes, the dice cylinder slammed into the table with a "bang".

Mo Xing slowly retracted his hand, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and looked at Feng Chenglin.

"If the number of points here is four, five or six, it's a big one, and we won!"

Feng Chenglin swallowed dryly, his throat hoarse.