Chapter 5600: Childish Talk
Qiaomu said expressionlessly, "If you're not satisfied with yourselves, you can use another talisman and transform again."
Everyone waved their hands repeatedly. "No, no need." Please, spare them! What if using it again made them look even worse than they did now? What would they do then?
Qiaomu silently glanced at them. A bunch of drama queens, some of them even crying because they thought they were ugly, secretly wiping away tears in a corner. It was absolutely hilarious...
"Alright, everyone get ready. Just play normally tomorrow." She thought for a moment and then added, "But don't beat anyone to death on the spot." After all, they were just there to participate in the competition and get into the top two hundred; there was no need to kill those pitiful, idiotic people in the Holy Domain. Those people had already lived hard enough lives for years. It wasn't easy!
Qiaomu sighed deeply, put her small hands behind her back, and turned to leave.
"Qiaoqiao's attitude is a bit off," Feng Changfei couldn't help but whisper in surprise.
His elder brother, Feng Changqing, annoyedly slapped him. "Don't talk nonsense."
"Normally, if she were going to some secret realm or something, she'd be incredibly excited, planning early on to conquer it."
"But look today. She seems to have no intention of claiming this Sacred Palace."
Everyone nodded silently, giving Feng Changfei a thumbs-up in their hearts. He was absolutely right. If it were before, Qiaoqiao would have long since planned to refine the Sacred Palace and incorporate it into the Star Domain. The fact that she was so modest now was truly beyond everyone's expectations.
"Qiaoqiao is someone who's hard-mouthed but soft-hearted," Duanyue said with a slight smile. "She must have softened her heart seeing how hard these common folk in the Holy Domain are struggling."
Fengchen nodded, then covered his own eyes. "Don't smile, you're too ugly."
Duanyue's smile suddenly froze on his face.
"Taking bets! Taking bets now! Place your bets! Hands off once placed!"
"The competition list is right here. Everyone can bet, everyone has a chance to win!"
"Place your bets before the match starts! Betting stops before the first match begins. Hurry, hurry, there's less than an incense stick's time left! Time waits for no one!"
As he spoke, seventeen or eighteen hands squeezed out from behind the crowd, each placing a Yellow-grade refining material. They chaotically shouted who they were betting on to win.
"Grandpa, I want to bet on my Papa, Mama, and Godfather to win."
The old man running the gambling table looked up and saw a little boy, as beautifully carved as jade, sitting on a brawny man's arm. The boy pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to him.
"So many people?" The old man performed a series of smooth moves, collected over thirty pieces of Yellow-grade material from Mo Baobao, and cheerfully handed him a betting slip stamped with a handprint.
This little child was clearly from a wealthy and influential family; otherwise, how could he take out over thirty pieces of material all at once?
"Grandpa, you wouldn't take bets from so many of us and then just run off with the money, would you?" Mo Baobao asked in a childish voice.
Master Guangguang glared, addressing the old man running the table. "If you dare to pocket our Little Dumpling's money, I'll kill you!"
Everyone: ...
Although they found these two little brats' old-fashioned way of speaking strangely amusing, some sharp-witted people also suspiciously stared at the old man. "I think we should all take turns watching him. Just in case he really does run off with the money, as the child said."