Chapter 922 Seventeen Cards, You Can Beat Me

Twilight is dark.

Cool breeze.

A bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the stars shine in the black night sky.

In the Origin Mall, there is a dialogue.

"Yes three."

"Yes four."

"Yes five."

"don't want……"

Luo Chuan, Yao Ziyan and Yao Ziyue were sitting around the counter, playing Landlord Fight.

Luo Chuan wanted to find something to pass the time because he was bored.

. Suddenly, the idea of ​​playing the landlord came up.

After all, decimal and Arabic numerals are the default in this book.

The way numbers are used in almost all fiction is the default - it's just that you'd be hard-pressed to see the author write that detail anywhere else.

As for the source of the poker cards, it is naturally provided by the system.

Luo Chuan briefly explained the rules of fighting landlords, 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 game in Dou Dizhu.

"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, and shook the remaining cards in her hand, "I only have four left. Oh."

Yao Ziyan looked at the cards in her hand, and then looked at Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyue.

Noticing Yao Ziyan's gaze, Yao Ziyue coughed softly to remind her: "Cough, sister, don't let the water go just because the boss is a landlord."

"I know." Yao Ziyan replied casually, and made a decision after hesitating slightly, "Bomb!"

That's Bomb Seven.

Yao Ziyue looked at the two sharps and the two scorpions in her hands, and showed a winning smile: "Boss, you still have seventeen cards left! You have already lost!"

"Really?" Luo Chuan glanced at her lightly, almost laughing 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 fell on the table in front, and he slapped his palm hard: "If you can kill me in seconds, 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 man.

Yao Ziyue's face still had a sure-shot expression, because Luo Chuan still had twelve cards left.

Dawang and Xiaowang have already been played, and four Zhang Ers have also been played.

In the current game, her bomb tip is the biggest.

Unless Luo Chuan played all the remaining twelve cards in his hand at one time, there was no chance of winning.

Twelve cards are played all at once, which is very unlikely.

"Airplane." Luo Chuan threw all the twelve cards in his hand on the table.

Yao Ziyue's smile froze.

She saw what those twelve cards were.

Three nines three thirteen jacks, plus three singles.

The perfect plane.

The scene was silent.

Yao Ziyan looked at Yao Ziyue amusingly: "Nothing to talk about?"

Yao Ziyue's pretty face blushed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Who would have thought that such a small probability would be met by her.

It's embarrassing now, very embarrassing.

The table is naturally uneaten.

It's just that in the next game, Yao Ziyue's character has become much more stable.

. There was no ranting again.

Time flies fast in a game of poker.

"Come here today."

After winning seventeen times, Luo Chuan stood up.

Looking outside the store, it was already dark.