[Chapter 922 Seventeen cards, can you defeat me?]
The dusk is vast.
Cool breeze.
A bright moon hangs high in the sky, and stars shine in the black night sky.
In the Origin Mall, there was a conversation.
“To three.”
“To four.”
“To five.”
“Don’t…”
Luo Chuan, Yao Ziyan and Yao Ziyue were sitting around the counter, playing a game of landlords.
Luochuan was bored and wanted to find something to kill time.
Suddenly the idea of playing Landlords came up.
After all, decimal and Arabic numerals are used by default in this book.
The use of numbers in almost all novels is tacit—it’s just that you’d be hard-pressed to see authors writing this detail elsewhere.
As for the source of the playing cards, they are naturally provided by the system.
Luo Chuan briefly explained the rules of Landlord Fighting, and Yao Ziyan and Yao Ziyue quickly learned it.
I also have a certain understanding of special names such as “airplane” and “bomb”.
Now they are playing the leprosy style of Landlords.
“Two!” Yao Ziyue threw the cards in her hand on the table, looked at Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan with a winning smile on her face, shook the remaining cards in her hand, “I only have four left. Oh.”
Yao Ziyan looked at the cards in his hand, then looked at Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyue.
Noticing Yao Ziyan’s gaze, Yao Ziyue coughed softly and reminded her: “Ahem, sister, don’t let it go just because the boss is a landlord.” “
I know, I know.” Yao Ziyan responded casually, and then made a slight hesitation. The decision was made, “Bomb!”
That was Bomb Seven.
Yao Ziyue looked at the two points and two lepros in her hand, and smiled as if she had a winning chance: “Boss, you still have seventeen cards left! You are already losing!” “
Really?” Luo Chuan said lightly. He glanced at her and almost laughed in his heart.
Yao Ziyue raised her chin slightly: “Seventeen cards! Boss, you still have seventeen cards left! Can you beat me with seventeen cards? If you can beat me…” He looked
around, his eyes He landed on the table in front and slapped his palm hard: “If you can kill me instantly, I will eat this table on the spot!”
Yao Ziyan opened her mouth and wanted to speak.
However, Yao Ziyue showed her a confident smile and could only swallow her words.
“Bomb.” Luo Chuan threw out four kings and a leper.
Yao Ziyue’s face still had an expression of certainty of victory, because Luochuan still had twelve cards left.
Big King and Xiao Wang have already been played, and four cards and twos have also been played.
In the current poker game, her bomb tip is the biggest.
Unless Luo Chuan plays all the remaining twelve cards in his hand at once, there is no possibility of winning.
The possibility of playing all twelve cards at once is very small.
“Plane.” Luo Chuan threw all twelve cards in his hand on the table.
Yao Ziyue’s smile froze.
She saw what the twelve cards were.
Three, nine, three, thirteen jacks, plus three single cards.
The perfect airplane.
The scene was silent.
Yao Ziyan looked at Yao Ziyue in a funny way: “What nonsense are you talking about?”
Yao Ziyue’s pretty face blushed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Who would have thought that she would encounter such a small chance.
It’s embarrassing now, very embarrassing.
Naturally, there was no food on the table.
But in the following card game, Yao Ziyue’s character became much more stable.
There was no big talk again.
Time flies by in every poker game.
“That’s it for today.”
After winning seventeen times, Luochuan stood up.
Looking outside the store, it was already dark.
(End of chapter)
