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"Senior Brother, why did you snatch my lamb for? Return it to me." Luo Ling, who was only ten years old, cried as he looked at the quickly disappearing lamb in his bowl.

Tang Ming looked at his junior and finally discovered the benevolence in his heart. He placed the wild vegetable Luo Ling disliked the most into Luo Ling's bowl and said, "Eat it."

Luo Ling looked at the lamb in Tang Ming's bowl and then looked at the vegetables in his own bowl. With a wail, he cried.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" When the fat uncle entered the room, he found that Luo Ling was crying again. He looked at Tang Ming helplessly: "Oh, when can you not bully your Junior Brother?"

When the chubby chef first met Tang Ming, he found out that the well-behaved Tang Ming was actually an inconsiderate person, while Luo Ling, who seemed to be causing trouble everywhere, was actually Tang Ming's follower.

When Tang Ming was bullying Luo Ling, the chubby chef would even help him while laughing. In any case, he would just take the opportunity to coax the little guy with a few small snacks.

The twelve-year-old Tang Ming pursed his lips in displeasure, but he didn't argue back. Instead, he took Luo Ling's bowl and handed it over to Luo Ling. Then, he said to his younger junior, who was a little stunned, "Eat."

Luo Ling looked at the large amount of lamb in the bowl and stopped crying. After realizing what was happening, he came out from the chubby chef's arms and sat down on the original small stool. "Oh …"

How coaxing.

The fat cook thought.

In truth, the chefs did guess the identity of the two brothers. Although everyone thought that the two brothers were new, the chefs knew that the two months since they moved here had already passed and they had clearly come down from the mountains.

Moreover, it was impossible for new disciples to have their own houses, especially when the seniors and juniors were still young.

However, the chefs were not ambitious and had no ill intentions. Therefore, when it came to the arrival of the two brothers, the chefs treated them as if they were ordinary disciples.

"After eating, I'll go back to my room to sleep." Tang Ming swallowed the wild vegetables that were hard to swallow. His face was tense and he looked like a small adult.

If not for the fact that Luo Ling's misfortune had made Tang Ming laugh, the chubby chef would have thought that Tang Ming was incapable of laughing.

"But it's already late, I want to go out and play …" Luo Ling stared with wide eyes, his short legs were swaying as he asked, "Senior Brother, can we go out and play?"

The chubby chef did not interrupt, but he knew that this kid, Luo Ling, would never be able to defeat Tang Ming.

Sure enough, when he heard Tang Ming coldly reject him, Luo Ling was still unwilling to give up. Tang Ming's gaze then lightly fell on Luo Ling, who was still a little kid: "If you can't sleep, then practice."

Luo Ling immediately had a bitter face as he asked, "Why can't I choose to sleep?"

Even though he said this, Tang Ming ignored him.

As night fell, Tang Ming finally moved.

Unlike his junior, Luo Ling, who only knew how to eat and play, Tang Ming did not lose hope. As the Sect Leader's only disciple, under Gu Han's tutelage, Tang Ming still had this mindset.

Even though he didn't think it was necessary.

Tang Ming, who had just finished his bath, suddenly smelled the scent of blood and his brows twitched.

Although blood was rare among the disciples who were practicing martial arts at the foot of the mountain, the strong smell of blood was clearly out of bounds. Moreover, why did it appear in his room?

However, things were more serious than Tang Ming had thought. When Tang Ming came out of the screen neatly, he found an unfamiliar young man sitting on his bed. On the floor, there was a corpse wearing the unique clothes of the Cloud Sky Sect.

"Who are you?" Tang Ming did not fall into disarray. Instead, he looked at the youth who was smiling with a deathly still gaze in his eyes, "This is the Cloud Sky Sect. I should know the consequences of offending them."

"What an interesting little milk baby." The young man played with the copper coin in his hand. "Since I dared to come here, I naturally didn't want to go back. No, I didn't want to live."

The youth had an outstanding leather bag, but when paired with the youth, it made Tang Ming unable to like him. "You're sitting on my bed."

"What a cold-blooded fellow. Even the corpse of a fellow disciple would not be affected in front of you?" The young man looked at Tang Ming and Tang Ming looked at the young man. The young man suddenly laughed, "Interesting little baby. Have you heard of a gambler?"

"Martial Uncle said that gamblers are a bunch of pitiful people who place their lives on the gambling table." Tang Ming slowly spoke. Due to bathing, he didn't carry a weapon with him.

"How about you come and be a gambler today?" The young man narrowed his eyes. Tang Ming subconsciously wanted to refuse, but the young man interrupted him first. "How about using your senior brothers' lives as a wager?"

"Senior brother's life?" Tang Ming looked at the youth, unsure of what he wanted to do.

"I think I have... Mn, forty-nine Cloud Sky Sect disciples, how about we use their lives as the wager? If you win one round, then I'll let go of ten disciples. Similarly, if you lose, then I'll kill five of them.

Forty-nine disciples?

Could Junior Martial Brother be inside?

"It seems that you also have someone that you care a lot about?" The youth looked at Tang Ming and stood up. "Let's go out and take a look?"

Tang Ming did not say anything but did not refute him either. He only followed the youth out. There were indeed many disciples outside the door.

Some were bruised, some were unscathed, and the chefs were the most conspicuous amongst them.

There was no junior apprentice-brother.

Tang Ming finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Alright, the gambling begins." The young man took out his bronze coin and said, "The picture is positive and the character is negative. How about we bet more on the front or the reverse?"

"Alright." Tang Ming's head began to spin rapidly, but on the surface there was no expression at all. The more dangerous the situation was, the calmer Tang Ming was. Just like when he had seen the corpses of the Cloud Sky Sect disciples, even if Tang Ming wanted to tear him apart, his face was still calm.

"In the face of someone who can't be hostile, only absolute and merciless calmness can bring you a sliver of a chance to win." Gu Han's words lingered in Tang Ming's mind, but what Tang Ming did not know was that Su Ziyue, who viewed this as her life's rule, did not end up well.

"So, the bet has begun, little friend. The front or the back?" The youth didn't seem to care at all. In fact, it was the same.

"I... I choose the opposite. " Tang Ming bit his lower lip as he looked at the young man. The young man smiled and tossed five copper coins onto the table.

"Ding –"

A clear and melodious sound rang out in Tang Ming's heart. Tang Ming looked at the copper coin on the ground.

He lost.