I just want to be a quiet Tianlong person

"Lord Chu Lansheng, just guessing dice is so boring. Let’s go to the VIP room and play some more interesting games. Tonight, we have invited many good gambling masters."

Bacara invited.

Chu Lan looked at her hand on her shoulder and smiled.

"Okay, take me to see what fun is there in the legendary VIP."

Until she entered the elevator, Baccarat's little hands never left Chu Lan, and even her chest was pressed tightly against Chu Lan's body, as if she wanted to rub her body into Chu Lan's body.

This scene in Qiao Ailiboni's eyes This little follower seems to be so shameless. Is this man so good? He can’t wait to stick up?

Stella and Tina also frowned, but only Chu Lan knew that it was not that she wanted to hug him, but that she wanted to hug him. She couldn't walk without her arms around her.

Things like luck can make people burst.

Walking into the closed VIP room, throwing aside the soft Bacara, Chu Lan carefully looked at her body situation, I found that something seemed to have disappeared from my body, but...

Just a trace

‘Am I really the son of luck? Chu

Lan smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly. As a person from another world, he could be said to have brought another world with him to reduce the dimensionality. The so-called luck or luck was only a small part of it.

How could a person with luck fruit ability have his own luck sucked away?

Do you want me to spit out all the money I won here?

Chu Lan shook his head. This possibility was not very high. He was a Tianlong after all, and since Baccarat knew his identity, it meant that Desolo also knew his identity.

Until now, Desolo, who is a slave, has not come to salute him, which shows that things are not that simple.

It is very possible that Desolo is planning something at the moment.

Chu Lan was sitting in the main seat, surrounded by six men and one woman, who were the poker partners this time.

At this time, seeing Chu Lan sitting carelessly on the main seat, several people looked unhappy. They had never seen this person before. They originally thought that some big-shot figure was coming back, but in the end, a kid who didn't know who he was came back.

He also sat down on the main seat, which made them feel uncomfortable.

The fat man with the most bad temper among them suddenly stood up and shouted,"Hey, little one"..."

Before he finished speaking, the golden door behind him suddenly opened, and a golden man walked in swinging the scepter in his hand. Without looking at the other gamblers in the room, his eyes passed over Baccarat, and he was slightly confused for a moment.

Immediately, he walked up to Chu Lan with great respect, knelt down on one knee, and said:"Honorable Lord Chu Lan, I have been performing at the opening just now and failed to come to say hello to you in time. Please lower my punishment.

" Luo politely admitted his mistake. As the owner of the Great Desolo, as the richest man in the world, and as someone who had just killed two Tianlongs, his politeness at this moment was of course a disguise.

However, before achieving the goal, the necessary disguise is still very important.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Lan was about to stand up before he agreed.

Ordinary Tianlong people would not fail to give themselves this face. After all, they made their lives here very comfortable.

It's more comfortable than in Mariegio.

Although he has never met Chu Lan, Chu Lan must have heard his stories from his compatriots and knew how to treat him.

It's a pity that Chu Lan is not a person who plays his cards according to the routine.

Before Desolo could get up, he heard Chu Lan say,"You should indeed be blamed, but it's not a big mistake. If you kowtow three times, I will forgive you."

Desolo's half-rising body froze in place, his forehead Veins bulged.

Many years ago, when he was first captured as a slave, he was not the kind of character who was willing to be subordinate to others.

At that time, his strength was too weak and he could not resist at all. He could only kneel at the feet of the Tianlong people. But it was different now. He was no longer the boy with nothing back then.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Three dull voices sounded. Chu Lan nodded with a smile but not a smile, and said,"Get up."

De Soro stood up with a smile on his face. He was smiling on the outside, but he was a bitch in his heart. He kept comforting himself that a gentleman will take revenge. Tomorrow will not be too late.

On the side, the fat man who was originally planning to find trouble saw this scene. He was so frightened that his legs weakened. Kneeling on the ground with his forehead on the ground, he didn't dare to get up for a long time.

It was just out of fear.

Chu Lan didn't even notice that there was someone kneeling under the table. At his level, there were too many facts to pay attention to, and he had no time to pay attention to them. Small and trivial things.

If he had to pay attention to such things personally, it would take a lot of effort, so...

The fat man knelt under the table until the game started and could not stand up again.