[In other words, the 'existence' that was bitten off by the Scholarly Sage is in the body of this unknown ruler of the Netherworld?] The single eye on Fatball's sphere stared at the three-eyed youth.
The eye on the sphere was full of longing and impulsiveness.
The three-eyed youth felt a headache coming on. No matter how much he liked 'eyes', being stared at so passionately by the eye of Fatball's clone still gave him goosebumps.
Senior Three-Eyed rubbed his temples. Little Ba Song was too unkind, tricking him right in front of his face.
Since you're so heartless, don't blame me for being unjust!
However, it had to be done without violating the rules and promises … In other words, first of all, 'Fatball' had to become little Ba Song's gambling stake.
"Do you want to take back your 'treasure'? Do you want to get what you want from me? "Senior Three-Eyed slowly stood up from the rocking chair and said to Fatball's clone.
While they were talking, the storm in the sky stopped.
The sunlight tore through the thick clouds and shone on the body of the three-eyed youth.
Since the three-eyed youth's body had just been drenched by the storm, when the sunlight shone on his body, it actually reflected rainbow-like rays of light.
The three-eyed youth's mood actually became better?
On the side, the one-eyed butler silently closed his big iron umbrella. The storm had passed, and the master had found a new pleasure.
Song Shuhang was somewhat surprised as he looked at the three-eyed senior.
Originally, he felt that as long as the three-eyed youth remained silent on the side, it would already be the greatest support for him. He didn't expect that the three-eyed youth would take the initiative to cooperate with him and tempt Fatball.
The three-eyed youth continued, "If you want, then come in and make a bet with me. I've always been happy to create opportunities for the younger generation."
When Song Shuhang heard this, his body slightly froze. "?"
He had a premonition that the script was going to go off script again …
Fatball's clone was silent for a moment, and then said, "You're digging a hole, trying to trick me."
Every time Bai Youyou secretly dug a hole to harm it, it was always this strange atmosphere.
"No, to be exact, Ba Song wants to scam you, I want to scam Ba Song, and fellow daoist Fatball, you want to get what you want from me, the three of us have formed a complete cycle" the three-eyed senior raised his arms high up — — - just like a multi-level marketing boss, he was giving a speech with all his might.
Fatball's smurf was silent for a while before saying, "My name is not Fatball."
"That's not the point. Besides, I'm not interested in knowing your Daoist name or name. More importantly, if you want to get back what you want, then come in and gamble with me! " The three-eyed young man waved his hand lightly, and a 'bet ritual' appeared in front of Fatball's smurf account.
There was a bright "Divine Eye" hidden in the eye of the ritual.
This gamble was the core of the three-eyed youth's gamble.
With the help of this gambling ritual, the three-eyed young man could extract all kinds of 'conceptualized' things and turn them into gambling stakes. For example, 'saber intent', 'sword intent', and 'cooking heart'.
"With fellow daoist Fatball's eyesight, as long as you take a look at this' gamble ritual ', you should be able to tell what's special about it, right? The rules of the gamble, the process of the gamble, everything is laid out in the open, and there's nothing fake about it. As a matter of fact, my relationship with little Ba Song is just that of a gambling friend who has gambled twice, "the three-eyed young man continued.
As long as the 'gamble ritual' was laid out in the open, the ruler of the Netherworld Sphere would be able to see through the rules of the ritual.
After understanding the rules, there was a 50% chance that it would choose to enter the small world.
Fatball's smurf account fell silent, repeatedly calculating its gains and losses.
"I've already given you a chance. Whether you can grasp it or not will depend on yourself. " The three-eyed young man added — — whether or not it would succeed would depend on how attractive the 'existence that was bitten off' that Ba Song's Little Friend mentioned was to Fatball.
"Hmph." The fat ball boss snorted coldly. In the end, it jumped toward the wooden gate world.
After all, this was only one of its avatars.
Even if the clone was really destroyed, the loss would still be bearable. But if it could retrieve the 'existence' that was bitten off by the Scholarly Sage, it didn't matter what price it had to pay.
"Once again, welcome, Mr. Fatball." At the edge of the wooden door, Song Shuhang had a smile on his face, and was very attentive in his service.
At this time, a ray of light flickered in Fatball's single eye.
"Boom ~"
Fatball's ball body directly pressed down on Song Shuhang's body. It knew that it might not be able to kill Ba Song in this' small world ', but it could at least collect some interest first.
Song Shuhang, who was below, didn't dodge, nor could he dodge. Just now, the ray of light from Fatball's single eye was a magical technique similar to the 'body fixation technique'.
Fatball's body directly crushed Song Shuhang's body, causing him to explode.
In a burst of flames, a 'Song Shuhang' exploded into sparks … This was the [Flame Substitution Technique] that Song Shuhang had basically never had the chance to use after learning it.
The one that exploded into sparks was the 'Big Sixteen' that hadn't taken shape yet. Before he could take shape, he was crushed into sparks by Fatball.
At the same time, another Song Shuhang condensed beside the three-eyed youth, and with lingering fear, he said, "Senior Three-Eyed, did I almost die just now?"
Senior Three-Eyed nodded slightly, and said, "Yes, that's right."
Song Shuhang: "Senior, why didn't you stop it?"
"My promise to you was made after 'Fellow Daoist Fatball' entered my wooden door world … And when it crushed me, its starting point was outside the wooden door, and it wasn't within the scope of our promise. So, if you had been crushed to death just now, I would've had to change the bet. " Senior Three-Eyed showed a handsome smile to Song Shuhang. "This is the sinister nature of the human heart. Little Ba Song, you still have to learn more."
Song Shuhang was silent for a long time, and then said, "Black belly button."
At the same time, Fatball's smurf found that it couldn't move at all – it was firmly bound in place, unable to move or speak.
[Sure enough, you still want to trick me … I actually believed the promise of another ruler of the Netherworld.] Fatball's smurf sneered at him through voice transmission.
"You're already my stake, Boss Fatball." Song Shuhang showed a gentle smile to Fatball. "My promise with Senior Three-Eyed is that as long as I can lure you into this small world, you'll be my stake."
Fatball: "…"
"That's right. In that case, time is of the essence. Little Friend Ba Song, let's start the bet. Your stake is a small clone of the ruler of the Netherworld, which is alive and kicking, and a precious magic treasure of the Third Wielder of the Will. So, my stake can't be too bad either. I've prepared an extremely precious medicinal liquid for you – the Eye Drops of the Heavenly Will, "the three-eyed youth said slowly.
The three-eyed youth didn't waste any time, and quickly entered the part of the bet. He was obviously in a hurry.
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