Stone Gambler

After looking at the direction of the green and the shape of the fog, Sigma didn't start from the place where he had wiped away, but adjusted the direction of the wool, and started to wipe from the side of the window. Sigma is indeed an old man who has been gambling with stones for nearly a century. His hand holding the small cutting machine is extremely steady without any trembling. With three or two knives, the white stones fell cleanly and neatly. With just two strokes, you can see the misty crystals on the side. When you put on a strong light device, the green inside is clear and bright, which is eye-catching.

"Well, it seems that the emerald inside is not small." Sigma looked at the wool for a while, then nodded with satisfaction. Bai Zishi squatted beside him, looking at Sigma with eyes full of admiration and amazement, and in less than a minute, he simply cut out the green! Thinking of his experience of spending nearly half an hour and carefully cutting six times to get out the fog, Bai Zishi had to marvel at Sigma's sophistication and precise vision.

After the observation, Sigma stopped talking, and changed the direction of the wool again, with the same simple and neat three or two cuts, see Lu! In less than five minutes like this, the thick shell wrapped around the entire piece of jadeite has disappeared, only a thin layer of mist-like crystals is still wrapped around the outside, and the shape of the jadeite is clearly visible, roughly presenting an irregular ellipse The appearance of twelve or three catties is just because there is no final polishing, the layer of "fog" makes the whole jadeite covered with a dense layer of veil, so hazy that people can't see the true appearance of the jadeite. It makes people anxious.

Sigma was not in a hurry to untie the whole jadeite. He first poured water on the whole jadeite, then held the jadeite with one hand, and turned on the intensifier with the other hand to shine on it. In an instant, a strong green light was dimly found out. The surrounding area is green, and it can be seen from here that the color of this emerald is pure and rich.

After admiring enough, Sigma picked up the fine sandpaper and wiped away the thin layer of 'fog' on the outside of the emerald, and the true face of the entire emerald was exposed to everyone's eyes little by little, like a woman with The peerless beauty with the veil is slowly lifting the veil. At this moment, many people couldn't help slowing down their breathing, closed their mouths, and stared straight at the emerald in Sigma's hand.

Sigma worked very meticulously. After waiting for 20 minutes, he put the fine sandpaper aside and washed off the flower-white crystal powder stained on the emerald. At this time, the whole emerald finally showed his wonderful demeanor--- ----

There are about two to three catties of ice seeds outside, as transparent as ice, with a few faint ripples rippling in it. The rest of it is unquestionably made of glass. There are about ten catties of jadeite. The texture is tender and lubricated, transparent and clear, crystal dignified, bright and pleasing. It has a pure and transparent luster like glass, delicate and pure without blemishes. The color is pure and uniform, thick but not light, like holly after rain, parrot green all over, without any ups and downs. The end is "Qiao", "Positive", "He" and "Yang"!

This piece of emerald was being held in Sigma's hand at this time, and the sunlight was casting a gratifying greenness on it, making the old man's hands green.

"Glass species! Such a big glass species!"

"The head of the water is so full, it's rare..."

"It's so beautiful...it's so beautiful, this quality of jade is enough for a sixth-level hunter to take a big step forward!"

Such one after another admiration drove Bette Turand, who was standing aside, into the abyss in the most intuitive way. When he thought that he would apologize to this countryman in front of so many people later, and meet him in the future Still had to walk around, Bette Turand's face turned blue and red, just thinking about it made him feel sick to death. However, a bet is a bet, and there is no room for him to go back on his word. Besides, he, Bet Turand, is not someone who can afford to lose!

The purple-haired suborc man stood there stiffly, silently waiting for his sentence to be executed.

After the examiner finished the final record of Jade, Bai Zishi turned his head and saw Bette Turand with a stiff face: "Now, please fulfill our bet."

Bette Turand trembled all over, gritted his teeth fiercely, took several breaths, closed his eyes and said loudly and quickly: "I, Bette Turand, apologize to you." After saying a word, His face is already ashen, his surname is Turand, and he has been proud of his surname since birth. As a sub-orc, he has always been the favorite of his family. He has always been the only one who looks down on others with pride, but he never thinks One day, in front of his future classmates, teachers, and even Yajia Sigma, he would apologize to a countryman who appeared out of nowhere, and this countryman was even Bojia Allen's rumored partner. He could even feel that those future classmates were only looking at him and pointing fingers, and he guessed that they must be laughing at him, mocking him. This low-pitched, constant discussion made him even more embarrassed.

Bai Zishi's heart was slightly moved by the shock of the Asian orc man, but he couldn't just end like this: "Our bet still has..."

Opening his eyes, Bet Turand gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "I won't trouble you in the future, and if it is not necessary, I will avoid you. Is this all right?"

Bai Zishi nodded. Bette Turand turned around and left in an instant. He couldn't take it anymore. Staying here for a second was a torment for him. Humiliation was not enough to be humiliated, and he bowed his head to a countryman, especially Bowing his head to the countryman who is suspected of his elder sister's love rival, this is the greatest shame in his life!

Sigma looked at his back as he walked away, and sighed slightly. It is good to be able to withstand such a blow. The young people in Yacheng have become more and more proud and impetuous, which is not what they old guys want to see. After all, the future of Yacheng still needs to be supported by them. What they need is pride supported by strength, not pride supported by surnames.

Sigma raised his voice and gathered all the students together. After the crowd calmed down, he looked around the scene and said in a deep voice: "These 946 pieces of wool have been carefully selected by us. They come from the same factory, regardless of their shape or size. They are still very similar in performance. However, you can also see clearly that among the wool materials you picked out, the best ones can reach glass seeds, and the worst ones have nothing in them. This is the first lesson we want to teach you ----Don't underestimate any piece of wool! The experience of betting on stones doesn't mean everything."

Bai Zishi walked slowly on the way home. After this afternoon, he only felt physically and mentally exhausted. It was almost eight o'clock in the evening, and the sky was getting dark. From a distance, he could see the bright lights in Vincent's house , the warm color made Bai Zishi involuntarily quicken his pace.

However, when he was about to approach the door, his footsteps suddenly stopped——

A slender and tall figure was leaning against the wall of the gate. Under the light of the gate, his shadow was stretched very long, with one hand in his pocket casually, his eyes staring straight ahead indifferently, with a kind of elegance leisurely.

As if he heard footsteps, the man turned his head casually, his black eyes seemed to soften the moment he saw him, like the bright stars in the night sky, beautiful and alluring: "Bai, you are back."

At that moment, Bai Zishi felt that his whole body seemed to be hit by an indescribable feeling. There was a sound of "dong dong dong" in his ears. Looking at those eyes, he seemed to be fooled. What spells, I can't move at all.

Vincent leaned against the wall with a slight effort on his shoulders, stood up straight up lightly, and walked towards the person he was waiting for: "Are you hungry? Let's go back to eat."

His walking figure seemed to break some spell. Bai Zishi broke free from that state, cleared his throat deliberately, and said in a slightly exaggerated tone: "Okay! I'm so hungry that I could eat a whole bowl of it." Meat!"

Seeing the Vigor of the Little Asian orc man, Vincent couldn't help but chuckled: "It would be great if you could really eat a pot of meat."

"It's just a metaphor, a metaphor!" Bai Zishi tilted his head, pretending to be disapproving.

When they entered the house, the wide table was covered with a simple and generous tablecloth, and several buckled plates were placed on it. The faint fragrance made Bai Zishi feel empty in his stomach, and the feeling of hunger made him rush to the bathroom impatiently. After washing himself hastily, he rushed back to the dining table.

Vincent came over with a bowl of something similar to bread, which was about the size of an orc's fist: "Try this noodle fruit, I think you will like it."

Bai Zishi took one unceremoniously, and took a bite. The taste similar to steamed buns moved him even more. Most of the things on the table were his favorites, whether it was vegetables or soft and smooth meat, plus familiar new foods. . This meal ate three face fruits for nothing, plus a bowl of vegetables and meat. After eating, even he was startled. When will he be able to eat like this? Three face fruits are equivalent to seven or eight steamed buns on earth, plus that pile of vegetables and meat...

Looking at the empty bowl in front of him, Bai Zishi looked thoughtful—his appetite seems to be increasing all the time...

"What are you thinking about?" A hand rested gently on his shoulder, and the sudden sharp pain caused Bai Zishi to cry out, "Ah—"

Vincent's eyes were fixed, and his hands quickly left his shoulders: "What's wrong?"

Bai Zishi pointed to his shoulder uncomfortably: "I accidentally bumped here."

"Show me!" The orc's voice was anxious and distressed.

Bai Zishi hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and began to unbutton his shirt, first at the neckline, then at the chest...

Vincent's hand was on the spot for an instant, his eyes followed the little orc's small and tender hand uncontrollably, and then slowly approached the slightly opened neckline, the beautifully curved small collarbone curved out a secret and **** arc, The exposed piece of fair skin instantly formed an indescribable temptation. The fourth button was undone, and Bai Zishi stretched out his hand and pulled the clothes off his right shoulder, sliding it to the elbow.

The orc's Adam's apple slid up and down uncontrollably, and his gaze was passionate and exploratory. However, this kind of enthusiasm suddenly became extremely cold when it touched the blue and purple swelling on Bai Zishi's right shoulder.