LoserQueen

Chapter 56 Betting

Followed by a rush of footsteps, a man hurriedly passed by Dugu Muyou and ran towards Dugu Yaoyao in front of him.

"Yaoyao, is that you?"

The visitor's voice was full of surprise as if he had seen the person he had been missing for days and nights. He had an ordinary appearance, dark skin, and seemed to be in his twenties. He was wearing a purple garment, the material of which could not be described as inferior but was not so good either. Overall, he was the kind of person who could not be found when being thrown into a crowd.

With a stiff face, Dugu Yaoyao forced a smile and said, "You are here! Brother Ziteng."

"I have gone to see you before, but you were not there, and that was why we didn't meet each other. Have you heard anyone from your house talking about this?"

"Really?" Dugu Yaoyao was puzzled, "I haven't heard about it."

"How?"

Ziteng's expression suddenly turned terrible, as if he had thought of something bad. However, it only lasted for a second, and soon he cheered up. He once again beamed, while his hands were wiping on his clothes uneasily.

"I forgot, perhaps. Anyway, I have finally seen you... I was looking for you just now. It's not easy to find you, since there are so many people here."

Dugu Yaoyao showed a rather stiff smile, "I've got something to do. I need to send Lengying back to the grandstand. You can go and watch the trial first."

"I'll go with you."

"No need!"

"Yaoyao..."

Dugu Yaoyao gripped Dugu Lengying harder, dragging him towards the grandstand. Dugu Lengying yelled with pain and struggled violently. Dugu Yaoyao wasn't swayed by his cry and pulled him even harder.

She said in a cold voice, "Hurry up. Your mother is waiting for you."

Dugu Muyou came up and clasped Dugu Yaoyao's wrist, her face looking livid.

"Let him go. Why do you grip a kid so hard? You don't want to break his wrist, do you?"

Dugu Muyou hit on Dugu Yaoyao's wrist with some knack, and then she relaxed her grip with a scream. She wanted to grab Dugu Lengying once again, but Dugu Muyou got the jump on her.

Dugu Lengying soon got into Dugu Muyou's arms. He wanted to cry out loud but still restrained hard. He looked pitiful.

When Dugu Muyou pulled up his little hand, she saw something on Dugu Lengying's chubby wrist a striking ring of a red mark. The urge of killing Dugu Yaoyao flashed in her eyes. If it hadn't been for the fact that private fights were strictly f*******n in the Trial Hall, and, regardless of the reason, anyone who engaged in the fights should be disqualified, she would have absolutely given Dugu Yaoyao a lesson! Dugu Yaoyao, that bullying b*st*rd, always vented her anger on children!

Dugu Muyou asked heartily, "Does it hurt?"

Dugu Lengying nodded and soon shook his head again. His restraint of grievance has made Dugu Muyou heart-aching. She took Lengying's hand, intending to send him back to the Central Grandstand in person.

"Hold on! Piaopiao has left him to me. Don't intervene."

"Don't intervene? You mean I'll leave this kid to be abused as you please?" Dugu Muyou said in a cold voice.

Dugu Yaoyao gazed at Dugu Lengying's wrist weirdly and made a gentle smile, "It was not me. It was you who hurt him just now."

"I don't want to argue with you. But, Dugu Yaoyao, you'd better remember that what comes around goes around. Let's go, Lengying. Remember to stay away from this merciless woman from now on."

Dugu Muyou took Dugu Lengying towards the Central Grandstand. Behind her, Dugu Yaoyao was biting the bullet, her face filled with great reluctance.

"Brother Ziteng, you have seen it all. She not only slandered me but even scolded me."

Eyes being filled with tears, Dugu Yaoyao turned around, like a white lotus flower blooming in the rain.

Dugu Ziteng felt a pang of heartache and held Dugu Yaoyao's hand. He hatefully glanced in the direction of Dugu Muyou and promised, "Yaoyao, I'm here, and I won't let you bear any sufferings from now on. After the trial, I will take great revenge on this woman for you, for any single thing she has done to you. We'll live together in the Dugus' house and depend on each other for the rest of life. I'll never leave you bullied again..."

Cold-eyed, Dugu Yaoyao faked a smile. She retracted her hand and thanked Dugu Ziteng.

"Good luck, Brother Ziteng. I've got something to do. We'll talk next time."

"Yaoyao, wait..."

Dugu Yaoyao went away after saying these words and left Dugu Ziteng alone.

Dugu Muyou sent Dugu Lengying back to his mother. Ignoring Zhao Xue's murderous gaze, she directly went to the corner where the Wings of Wind Mercenary Group was located. Hua Qingyue had already seen Dugu Muyou and offered a seat for her.

Dugu Muyou then stayed on the grandstand, continuing to watch the first round of the trial.

Dugu Qinglan had easily passed the first round. What was more, Dugu Piaopiao, Dugu Haoyu, and Dugu Yaoyao had all defeated their opponents and could enter the second round of the trial.

As for Dugu Xiao's group, though several people were able to enter the second round of the trial, the only one, Dugu Xiao's son, Dugu Herong was doubted. He was twenty-four years old, the oldest of the participants, and had already reached the early stage of black rank.

Hua Qingshui pointed at someone below and said to Dugu Muyou, "You'd better keep an eye on this man. He had reached the middle stage of black rank. He must be very gifted, for his clothes have shown his average origin. If he can get enough resources for cultivation in the future, he should be able to do something remarkable."

Dugu Muyou looked at the man whom Hua Qingshui was pointing at, finding out that the man was exactly the one who was called "Brother Ziteng" by Dugu Yaoyao. It was only after talking with Hua Qingshui that Dugu Muyou realized that man had also reached black rank since they had no battle before. It seemed that only reaching green rank was not enough, but real strength couldn't be judged only on the ranks.

"I'll be careful."

Dugu Muyou lingered on Dugu Ziteng for a while. She was curious about his relationship with Dugu Yaoyao. It seemed there were some ambiguous feelings between those two.

After the first round of the trial, 80 out of the 159 cultivators were left. Above the central ring, the original battle list had been removed, and a new one was under production. The closed door of Trial Hall was once again opened. Food and drink were sent and distributed to each person.

As for those eliminated in the first round, some of them directly left the Trial Hall, not even having lunch. Most of those people were in trance and were not in the right mood. Even though they had mentally prepared for the elimination, it was inevitable for them to feel depressed when the hope was ruined, which was understandable.

There were still people who were more positive staying for lunch. They prepared to cheer for their companions and to watch the rest rounds of the trial. These people joined the crowds of spectators and even began to gamble on the outcome of the trial.

During the noon break, Dugu Muyou had wanted to cultivate herself alone, but Hua Qingyue kept restlessly chattering by her ears.

"It's no hurry for the cultivation. It's bustling outside! Let's go and have a look, shall we?"

"Let Qingshui go with you."

Soon a cloud hanging over Hua Qingyue, and then he said pitifully, "I've come all the way here to cheer you up, yet you refuse to fulfill even such a small request for me? I'm so sad. Give me a warm hug, little fox..."

Blood Fox dodged Hua Qingyue in disgust and jumped onto Hua Qingshui's body, grooming its gorgeous fur and lying down with unparalleled grace.

"Don't disturb my nap!"

Unable to keep up with the noise in his ears, Dugu Muyou had no choice but to accompany Hua Qingyue out to the Central Grandstand. He wanted to go to the left side of the Central Grandstand, which now was filled with many people. People's expressions were various. Some of them were frustrated, some were jubilant, and some were hesitant, which seemed that they had come across a difficult puzzle.

Dugu Muyou was confused and asked, "What are they doing?"

"Haha," Hua Qingyue winked at Dugu Muyou, "Do you know what we must have in such an occasion?"

"What?"

"Gamble!"

"You mean they are gambling?"

"Yes," Hua Qingyue took out a bag of gold and weighed it in his hand, "How could I not join in such a lively game?"

As they got closer, Dugu Muyou found out that it was true that people here were busy gambling of all kinds. The banker was an elder from Dugus' house, who was said to be very reliable. Among all these bets, big and small, the most popular one was guessing the winner.

"Bet on Dugu Qinglan for 1.5 times' back, Dugu Ziteng for double, Dugu Herong for triple..."

Someone dropped a bag of gold and said loudly, "One hundred gold! I'm betting on Dugu Qinglan for the winner!"

"Ten gold! I also bet on Dugu Qinglan..."

"Three hundred gold for Dugu Ziteng. Haha, he's my dude. I believe in him."

Hua Qingyue took Dugu Muyou closer to the crowd, "Your sister is really popular."

"Of course, she is. Dugu Ziteng is at the middle stage of black rank, and Dugu Herong is at the early stage of black rank, while for her, she is at the peak stage of black rank, which means her rank is the highest in the trial. I believe in her ability."

Hua Qingyue winked at Dugu Muyou and egged her, "Well, then, place your bets."

Dugu Muyou shook her head, "I don't have much money for it."

"You, the descendant of the Dugu family, don't have enough money?"

Hua Qingyue felt incredulous upon hearing this, but when thinking of Dugu Muyou's once well-known reputation he immediately realized the reason, and gave a stack of gold notes to her, saying, "I'll lend you some first."

The denomination of each piece of gold note was ten thousand. Dugu Muyou counted, finding that there were one hundred pieces. Dugu Muyou did not refuse him and she went to the gambling stall. Hua Qingyue hurriedly came up and eagerly asked, "Which one are you betting on?"

Dugu Muyou handed out a stack of gold notes. In front of her was Dugu Qinglan's name, but Dugu Muyou did not stop there, with her hand keeping moving backward. However, the further back the cultivator was, the less favored he or she was.

Suddenly, Dugu Muyou noticed a familiar name. She smiled and bet that stack of gold notes on it.

A little old man beside her was hesitating which one to bet on and was looking at other people's choices for reference. When he saw Dugu Muyou's choice, he exclaimed regretfully, "Little girl, don't joke around with so much gold. Though the odds are high, for betting on one can gain for ten, don't bet on this! You'll be sure to lose!"

The old man said indignantly as if the gold had been his. He looked up to see who had done such a stupid thing, but suddenly froze, "Miss. Miss Muyou?"

Dugu Muyou smiled at him, finding out he was just the one who was in charge of registration at Ring 9 earlier.

"You, you... You bet on yourself?"

Dugu Muyou said frankly, "Indeed."

The old man stared at Dugu Muyou, amazed, as if he had been looking at an alien creature, and finally sighed quietly.

"Even though I won the first bet, this is different from that. This is to bet on the winner, but you... ugh! This gambling game starts after each round of the trial. Although the odds of the later rounds of the trial are not so high, to be safe, I'd better see how it will go first."

The old man sighed, muffled his money bag, and then walked away without placing a bet, shaking his head.

"Interesting, I thought you were going to bet on your sister. Then..." Hua Qingyue said, taking out another thick stack of gold notes and waving them in the air with a smile, "Who should I bet on?"