Chapter 449: The Demon Lord Princess's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 542: Look at That Bit of Promise You've Got

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

At this critical moment, Yan Jie finally could endure no longer. He lunged forward in a single stride, clamped down hard on Bai Yun Lan's hand, and shouted anxiously, "Bai Second Brother, you absolutely cannot gamble anymore! If you lose these last three hundred taels, you'll definitely be beaten to death by Second Aunt when you get back!"

However, Bai Yun Lan dismissed it entirely. He said indifferently, "I'll definitely win this time! As long as you don't tell anyone about this, my mother absolutely won't find out."

Faced with such a stubborn Bai Yun Lan, Yan Jie was truly at a loss. He could only pray silently in his heart, hoping Qianqian would hurry over and stop this crazy gambling.

Just as Bai Yun Lan had yet to slap those three hundred taels onto the table, a sudden commotion came from the entrance. Yan Jie's heart tightened, and he hurriedly stepped forward to see what was happening. When he saw who it was, he couldn't help but be greatly startled — it was actually Qianqian!

He saw Qianqian walk into the gambling house alone, wearing women's clothing.

Yan Jie's first reaction was that things were bad. For Elder Sister to appear so recklessly in a place like this, and in women's clothing at that — if this got out, her reputation would be completely ruined. He had originally thought she would come dressed in men's clothing!

Yan Jie was frantic with worry. He hurried toward Qianqian, saying anxiously as he walked, "Elder Sister, how could you come wearing women's clothing? This will ruin your reputation!"

However, Qianqian seemed not to care about her reputation at all. She merely shrugged indifferently and replied, "What reputation do I have left to speak of?"

Qianqian clearly didn't want to wrangle with Yan Jie over this issue any further. She cut straight to the point: "Enough nonsense. Hurry and take me to find Bai Second Brother. If Second Aunt shows up in a bit, he'll be in huge trouble!"

Hearing this, Yan Jie grew even more panicked. He didn't dare delay in the slightest, and hurriedly led Qianqian toward Bai Yun Lan at a quick pace.

And right at this moment, that dark-skinned thin man happened to catch sight of Qianqian as well. His right eye twitched involuntarily several times, as if stimulated by something. Just as Bai Yun Lan was still hesitating whether to slap his last three hundred taels on the table, his heart had already begun to doubt his own life.

He couldn't help but ask himself: Am I really this unlucky? How could my luck be this bad? Things were going quite smoothly at the start — how did I end up losing everything clean?

Right as Bai Yun Lan sank into self-doubt, Qianqian had already walked up before him and said softly, "Bai Second Brother, come home with me."

However, the current Bai Yun Lan clearly didn't want to leave so easily. He replied unwillingly, "Younger Sister, let Elder Brother play one more round. As long as Elder Brother wins this round, I'll go with you immediately."

Seeing this, Qianqian shook her head firmly and said, "No, we have to leave now!" But Bai Yun Lan still stubbornly refused to get up. He seemed to still want to gamble once more, to win back all the money he'd lost.

Seeing this, Qianqian could no longer suppress the anger in her heart. She stepped forward directly, rudely grabbed Bai Yun Lan's arm, and tried to forcibly drag him away.

Just then, the dark-skinned thin man who had been sitting to the side suddenly stood up. He blocked Qianqian's path and said, "Miss, he doesn't want to go. How can you force him?"

Simultaneously, the shop assistant also crowded over to watch the excitement, chiming in, "That's right, Miss. You might as well play a round too."

Faced with these two sudden "obstacles," Qianqian was already quite angry. Seeing Bai Yun Lan's dead-set refusal to leave, her anger instantly ignited to its peak.

Qianqian shouted furiously, "Scram! Don't block the way!" Her voice was exceptionally resounding in the noisy gambling hall. Everyone around turned their heads to look this way.

However, that dark-skinned thin man wasn't cowed by Qianqian's momentum. Instead, he called over four big, burly, extraordinarily strong men. The four big men advanced toward Qianqian and Bai Yun Lan menacingly, like a wall.

Bai Yun Lan's face turned pale. A layer of fine sweat broke out on her forehead. Her voice trembled slightly as she said, "Younger Sister, what do we do? The three of us definitely can't beat them!"

Qianqian looked at Bai Yun Lan with a face full of disdain and said rudely, "Look at that bit of promise you've got! You even dared to learn gambling from others. Just wait till Second Aunt gets here — see if she doesn't beat you to death!"

Finished speaking, Qianqian didn't hesitate to step in front of Bai Yun Lan and Yan Jie, shielding them behind her.

Seeing this, the four big men charged forward menacingly, about to seize Qianqian. But Qianqian showed no fear. She swiftly drew a whip from her waist and whipped it through the air like a spirit snake.

The whip made a crisp cracking sound in the air, carrying a fierce momentum that prevented the four big men from getting close at all.

But these four big men were no pushovers either. Seeing this, they quickly changed tactics. One of them took advantage of Qianqian being tangled up by the other three to quietly circle around from behind, preparing to seize Bai Yun Lan first.

As long as they could catch Bai Yun Lan, they could use him to threaten Qianqian, and then Qianqian would naturally surrender without a fight. This big man calculated silently in his heart, then moved his footsteps carefully, inching closer to Bai Yun Lan bit by bit.

Although Qianqian was already struggling to handle three big men by herself, her peripheral vision still caught sight of that big man sneaking up on Bai Yun Lan.

Her heart tightened. She wanted to stop him, but was held fast by the three big men before her, utterly unable to break free.

Right at this critical moment, a "swish" sounded, and a streak of cold light streaked past like lightning.

That big man only felt a pain in his arm. He focused his eyes and saw a flying dart, like a shooting star, pierce straight through his palm, trailing a string of blood, and nail itself firmly into the ground.

And on that big man's hand, a bloody hole had appeared conspicuously, fresh blood gushing out continuously.

Only an "ah" was heard. That big man screamed like a slaughtered pig, his voice echoing through the entire gambling house. Everyone was startled by this sudden scream and turned to look. A red figure appeared before everyone's eyes like a ghost.

That woman was tall and slender. A set of red robes blazed like fire, exceptionally dazzling in this dim gambling house. Her face was like frost, her gaze fierce. A big saber was strapped to her back, and her hand still maintained the posture of having thrown the flying dart — clearly, that dart just now came from her hand.