C1173 Changsheng

The person behind him urged, "Young master, it's your turn to place your bet!"

One sentence.

It directly pulled Nian Qingci's thoughts back.

His hand, which was hidden under his sleeve, couldn't help but pull Junling.

Ask with your eyes.

He really didn't hear it clearly.

Still, it was still small.

However, Junling calmly looked around.

It seemed that some people were unhappy