Chapter 583

When a spade 8 was drawn out, it was difficult to see the extreme color of the twins. In particular, the gambling king praised their opponents, which immediately made them feel ashamed.

"Brother!" the twins standing behind the sofa looked at Huoran's brother who got up and went out. They hurried to stop him. They were stopped before they stepped out.

"It's your next game." the cold female voice rang from behind. The hands clasped on the shoulders looked thin, but the actual strength was amazing.

Feeling the warning, the twin brother stopped his steps, flashed a struggle in his eyes, and finally had no choice but to watch his brother go away.

"Don't forget your purpose." the cold woman warned again, which hit her brother's heart directly.

"I know." he gently closed his eyes and answered. When he raised his eyes again, he had changed his firmness on his face.

Although they are twins, they can see the difference as long as they are separated separately. The younger brother is arrogant and impatient, while the elder brother plays the role of protector, and his personality is more calm and introverted.

Qin Qing saw the clue only when he came out and sat down. When the magician was about to come out, he whispered, "this man is not simple. Be careful not to fall into the trap."

Her voice is shallow and light, not much serious and nervous, but it has a deeply rooted and convincing power.

"Hehe, don't worry, only hand speed won't hurt me." the clown mask trembled slightly. The young man's thin chest fluctuated in laughter, looking particularly pale and weak, but a pair of hanging tip eyes seemed to be engraved on the mask, emitting a cold light. "It's too simple and boring."

He hates boring things most.

The fan family looked at the young man with shrugged shoulders and bent waist. When they walked, their hands were slightly lifted and half hung in the air. Their eyes stared at people. They looked very strange and couldn't help feeling unhappy.

"I said, Miss Lu, you're going to compete with international friends in a few days. It's too funny for you to pull such a drug addict out." fan Jingyu was a frivolous young man, conceited about his family background and arrogant. He was used to talking. He opened his mouth and made a personal attack on the young man.

Moreover, it is the kind that young people hate most.

The tall and thin young man who was bending down to sit down gave a meal, twisted his neck in mid air, slowly turned his head, looked at the four young fans with a face mask, and laughed in a dull voice, "cluck, don't worry, I'm not ill, or you can see if there are pinholes in my arm..."

With a sharp and low smile, the young man stretched out a hand and handed it to him. His bony fingertips drooped like withered flowers, and his skin was unusually white, which looked very similar to the skeleton frame.

Fan Jingyu couldn't help but feel a little scared, but he thought he had experience in the casino and couldn't admit counseling, so he leaned slightly and seriously planned to make trouble for the other party to save the face lost in the last game. "If you really let me check something, you can get rid of me on the spot, hum."

Then he stretched out his hand with the emerald ring.

The young man's hanging eyes were buried on the mask and did not move, but the light in his eyes was getting brighter and brighter.

Until fan Jingyu's hand reached the lower end of the skeleton's finger. When his hands were about to touch, a girl's cool voice suddenly came from one side, "fan Sishao, if I were you, I'd take my hand back now."

Fan Jingyu was stunned, looked up and said discontentedly, "what do you mean?"

"It's just a kind reminder." the girl turned her head and smiled at him. She was elegant and decent. The smile between her eyebrows and eyes hadn't turned, but her tone was a little cold and thin. She said in a slow voice: "some things can't be touched."

Like the hand in front of you.

Fan Jingyu, who had a drum in his heart, felt numb. When he brushed the floor, he took back his hand and rubbed the back of the chair twice. "What do you think this is, baby? I feel dirty when I touch it."

Then he turned his mouth and looked like a dog looking down on people.

"Dirty?" the young man tilted his head, shook his mask, and his wrist fell down suddenly, making a crack of bones.

He felt that the insults he heard today could be worth a year.

"Cough, what are you looking at." fan Jingyu was hairy behind his back and forced to scold. Then he turned to his twin brother and sank his face for a second. "How can you promise me when you come? If you can't win this game, it's your brothers who should pack up and leave."

The condescending twin brother lowered his eyes, "yes, four little."

The pale young man also withdrew his hand and stared at the young man opposite, as if he had found some fun toys. His eyes flashed inch by inch over every inch of the skin on each other's arms, raised his head slightly and took a deep breath, like a vampire smelling blood. Then he opened his eyes, but he caught a figure in the corner of his eyes.

Qu Xue was standing behind the sofa, dressed in a silver professional suit and wearing a horsetail. She noticed that her gaze looked at the opposite for the first time. A pair of strange hanging eyes seemed to be surprised, and then the cold light flashed, and soon covered up the past.

The other party knows her

"What I draw is mahjong." on the table, the lottery is already in progress. The twins spread out the paper and are going to pass the dice cup of the lottery.

"No, mahjong is very good. I like mahjong too." the young man raised his index finger and shook it. His muddy and hoarse low voice seemed to be whispering love words with his lover.

Cui Jiali in the back got goose bumps all over, leaned close to the girl's ear, lowered her voice and said, "this pervert must have no good intentions and want to do something again."

She saw him playing cards all day. When did she like mahjong? Shit!

Qin Qing didn't speak. She calmly looked at the rectangular marble table, opened the button, and raised a pair of square mahjong. The ivory back was soft and moist, which was very beautiful.

"Mahjong two people can't do the game. Zhan Chen and Jing Yu, go and gather up a number and play a circle."

When the gambling king spoke, everyone naturally obeyed, removed the sofa, surrounded the table by four people, and the overhead chandelier hit several pairs of shuffling hands. The layman and the expert were clear at a glance.

Fan Jingyu sat on the right hand side of the clown mask. From time to time, he touched the hand of the youth shuffle. Every time he met, he felt strange.

Even if ordinary people's hands are thin, their skin is warm and elastic, while the skin on young people's hands is very cold, as if they were taken out of the freezer. It is slightly smooth and soft, but it is far from the elasticity of the human body.

It's not so much a hand as a pair of corpse hands.

Fan Jingyu suddenly felt a sudden bump in his heart, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet.

What kind of pervert is Lu Yunyue looking for?!