The sudden change came too abruptly.
The pervert came just as suddenly.
Anyway, it was quite abrupt.
Watching the eerily clad man in black tights standing in the center of the room, pulling out his long sword, his demon qi surging, the fox spirit's brain was now no different from mush.
No, but why?
Why did a perfectly unfair gambling game turn into a madhouse gathering? Where's my Thirteen Orphans? Where's my Dragon Vein? Where did these two lunatics spring from? How did they even appear?
"What? You have a problem with that?"
Coldly glancing at the Fox Demon Dai Yi, Qianhu naturally despised the monster that resorted to immoral means to deceive others. The long sword in his hand emitted a strong scent of alcohol, which was something Zhou Li had taught him before—spraying liquor on the blade before killing could inflict massive damage.
"I..."
