Orange looked nervously at the black wolf king who had been sleeping, and couldn't wake up no matter how he shook it. The temperature around her suddenly rose sharply, and she looked up to see that the priest had already reached the door, and the surging and scorching gray smoke burst out of the priest's body, making everyone around them seem to be in flames.

At the pastor's feet, there was a bloody figure who was still firmly holding the pastor's ankle, preventing the pastor from taking a step forward. That person was none other than Ye Wuji.

"Big brother!" Orange couldn't believe her eyes, tears had unconsciously flowed out of her eyes, and the sharp pain in her heart eroded her. But Orange knew that the only thing she could do now was to wake up the Black Wolf King quickly. But at this time, the Black Wolf King seemed to be having a nightmare, frowning tightly, with a painful expression on his face, and even trembling slightly all over his body.

However, the Black Wolf King didn't snore anymore, could this be a precursor to being sober?

Orange seemed to see hope, shook the black wolf king's shoulder even harder, and kept crying and yelling in the black wolf king's ear: "Brother black wolf king! Brother black wolf king! Wake up quickly! Big brother he ...... He ......"

"He's dying!"

"Click!" Suddenly, three aces of hearts were inserted into the priest's chest.

The priest looked at his chest, there were three playing cards like three sharp daggers, inserted into his chest, blood flowed down from the wound, and some gray smoke rose from the wound, apparently the priest's ability to actively heal the injury.

The wound wasn't very large, and even if it was a real dagger inserted into the chest, it wouldn't have much effect on the priest. But how could a real dagger easily hit a priest? even a lightning-fast bullet was almost never shot by anyone, let alone ...... Playing card?

The priest was surprised to take out the poker with his index finger and middle finger, and the traces of blood stained the surface of the cards red.

As the priest was injured, the ability to cast out was greatly weakened, and the gray mist like high-temperature steam gradually thinned, and white smoke no longer rose around Ye Wuji.

Ye Wujian was lying at the priest's feet, his right wrist was still tightly grasping the pastor's ankle, the skin of his whole body had already become blurry in the heat, and the flesh and blood were sticking together, like a person crawling out of the fire, looking extremely terrifying. If it weren't for the fact that Ye Wuji's whole body ability was extremely competitive with the priest's gray ability, perhaps Ye Wujian would have turned into ashes like those stones under this high temperature.

"You're always ...... Count it back...... It's coming......" Ye Wujian didn't look back, and a pair of eyes bloomed with a strange look in the flesh and blood. His bloody face, as if looking at the playing cards in the priest's hand, smiled.

The smoke slowly cleared, revealing the figure of the God of Gamblers, who had just experienced a big battle with Eshionia, and was also embarrassed and scarred. But despite this, the face of the God of Gambling still reveals an unshakable perseverance.

"Ye Wuji, can you still move?" asked the gambling god leisurely. On the surface, the God of Gamblers still looks complacent, but in fact, the God of Gamblers is no better than Ye Wujian, the battle just now consumed almost all the physical strength of the God of Gamblers, and he can still stand here at this time, and he is also struggling to support. What's more, their opponents this time are the two leaders of Freemasonry: the priest and the urchin.

"Can't let ...... He used to ...... No...... Let him...... Take...... Little Apple ......" Ye Wuqian said with difficulty.

The priest smiled coldly, and threw the three playing cards in his hand to the ground at will, and the original injury on his chest had been repaired by the ability in a very short period of time.

"It's really stubborn! You still want to stop me because you're like this?!" But what Pastor Ling really didn't expect was that although Ye Wujian had been injured beyond recognition, his wrist was still extremely strong, and there was no sign of letting go. The priest didn't understand, what kind of belief made Ye Wujian so determined to protect Edward? Jenny? Was it really just because he gave the little girl a name called 'Little Apple'? Didn't Ye Wujian see that the little girl was so different?

Suddenly, the priest raised his head again, this trip to City A, there were indeed too many things that happened to him unexpectedly, in addition to Ye Wujian, the God of Gamblers was one of them. I really didn't expect that he didn't die in the duel with Eich Onia. Otherwise, how could he possibly have fought against Ornia's group of red-eyed bats? Speaking of which, that kind of sonic attack is not a particularly powerful ability, but for an ordinary person who does not have any ability blessings, it is undoubtedly certain death. And the kind of blood explosion that the vampire induces the whole body.

Before coming to City A, the priest had seen the self-detonation of an ordinary vampire, the kind of blood explosion with high energy content in the whole body, like a bomb compressed by thousands of tons of tons. At that time, their Freemasons were just cornering an ordinary vampire, and the vampire's final self-explosion almost destroyed the entire precinct they were in at the time. Although the priest had a high-strength gray mist protector, he nearly died in the explosion.

Even if the God of Gambling was lucky enough to escape Eich Onia's sound waves, how did he kill Eich Onia before he forced him to blow himself up? And the identity of this guy, why doesn't he have any information? He has obviously been an agent for the black and white elders of the South African government for several years, but his identity is still like a blank piece of paper?

There are too many secrets in this person's body.

"I didn't expect you to make it here alive. The priest looked at the God of Gambling and said with a smile, looking like a harmonious priest. But the hands of the oracle were already covered with blood.

"Hmm. I almost couldn't come back. The God of Gambling smiled very easily, even if he knew that even if it was him, Ye Wuji, the Black Wolf King, and the three of them joining forces might not be able to defeat the priest and the naughty boy, not to mention that now, Ye Wujian and himself were seriously injured, and the Black Wolf King couldn't wake up lying in the house for some reason. At this time, for them, confronting it is definitely a dead end, although the God of Gamblers has seen this mortal situation before he shows up, but the God of Gamblers has no fear in his heart, and he can't even disguise himself as if he wants to run for his life.

"Then why did you come back? I don't know why you survived from the hands of Eshy Onia, but you came back here, and the result was ...... Isn't that the same? Every one of you should know that, right?"

"Of course it's different. The God of Gamblers walked towards the priest, because he had already been seriously injured, and his steps were bumpy, but every step was extremely resolute: "If a month ago, I might not have been able to defeat that vampire, I might have run away in the face of you, but then I am not really alive." ”

"Real ...... Alive?"

"You won't understand. The gambling god smiled, his eyes were so profound: "The motivation for me to live is very simple, so simple that any ordinary person can easily do it, but for me, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky." But it's because of me today, with such motivation, that I can get here alive. Even in the face of you, I am willing to risk death to come to you. Because...... I want to be truly alive because ...... My simple, dreamy. ”

A faint gray mist shrouded the streets, like an illusory dream. The loose buildings, the collapsed streets, the people like blood and mud, the people like demons. Everything here seems so unreal. The priest and the urchin stood in place, their eyes full of complex depth, as if a certain sentence of the God of Gambling touched their hearts. Even the naughty boy seemed to have turned into an old man at this moment.

One is an oracle from heaven and the other is a demon from hell. In their own right, they represent extreme power. They can slaughter at will, and they are rampant to satisfy their own **. They can self-righteously accomplish one mission after another that needs to be filled with cruelty. But at this moment, they felt an inexplicable emptiness, as if they were finally willing to enter their hearts and witness the desolation there.

"Real ...... ...... alive" The naughty boy looked at the God of Gamblers, looked at Ye Wuji, and said in a daze.