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In the process of seizing the house, Zhuo Gang has invested nearly thirty percent of his talents, but he has not received a response, which is almost like a drift.

Sancheng is a painter, not much, but also a lot, which is enough to attract Zhuo Gang's attention, or he has to pay attention to it.

Unexpectedly, the structure and pattern of Zhuo Wen's inner world were so complex and huge, which was beyond Zhuo Gang's imagination.

If it is an ordinary person, even if it is the physique of a black eagle or a golden eagle, it doesn't take much effort to take them away, but Zhuo Wen is an outlier, and it is unpredictable at all.

At this time, Zhuo Gang only had two ways to go, either give up and return to the real world, maintain a few vitality and wait for the opportunity to give up.

Or increase the intensity and have a hard-fought battle, and use the strongest way to forcibly seize control of the body.

However, there are risks associated with doing so.

According to the level difference between each other, Zhuo Gang is confident that he can win, but the bad thing is that he can't calculate how much he needs to invest in painting to inherit this body.

Whether to gamble or withdraw, Zhuo Gang is facing a huge gamble, it is naturally good to win, but if he loses, he may use decades of cultivation to make a wedding dress for Zhuo Wen, which means that he will help Zhuo Wen work for a day in this life.

Falling into such an embarrassing situation, for a while, Zhuo Gang actually had a feeling that it was difficult to ride a tiger.

Could it be that in the face of such peerless resources, I only have to sigh with hope?

No... No, you can't give up, giving up now is tantamount to giving up all your previous efforts, that would be equivalent to giving Zhuo Wen three points for nothing, this kind of stealing chickens is not a matter of anti-erosion, Zhuo Gang has 10,000 unwilling.

Fight! Fight! Already on the verge of dying, even if he withdraws and retains his strength, what can he do? Isn't it dragging a lifeless body and waiting for death to come?

Rather than that, it's better to take a gamble! Let's see how much he can compete with a little copying artist!

The gambler's idea is to fight for his life, either you die or I die, and at this moment, this is the idea that arises in Zhuo Gang's heart.

Clenched his teeth, his old eyes widened, and in his cloudy eyes, the red light suddenly doubled, obviously full strength, that momentum, and the posture of fighting against the water.

Zhuo Gang's domineering and unprecedented pressure hit, even if Zhuo Wen, who was already confused, still had a painful feeling as if he was being crushed by a wheel, and couldn't help but roar.

As Huicai continued to join the battle, Zhuo Gang's body quickly dried up and aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, he showed a grim smile, although he still couldn't calculate the value needed to succeed, but he had a hunch that it should be almost over, and it seemed that he had won this bet!

"It worked... I'm going to succeed! I, Zhuo Gang, will usher in a new life!" Zhuo Gang's joy was almost hidden, and he laughed wildly.

As he laughs, his appearance quickly begins to age.

The original gray hair fell off.

The few teeth that were left were all gone.

His body is getting thinner and thinner, and he is still quite healthy, but at this moment, he looks like a dried corpse jumping out of a coffin, which is surprising and creepy!

Zhuo Wen's consciousness and thinking are like falling into a blender, constantly being distorted and devoured, and the kind of mental torture is like the whole person getting into a fat pot, making life worse than death.

Seeing her beloved Zhuo Wen in pain, Ahri cried heartbreakingly, wanting to stop Zhuo Gang, but there was nothing she could do, her veins had been sealed by Zhuo Gang, even if she had strength, she couldn't use it.

With a miserable white face, she didn't give up, even if her legs couldn't stand up, she had to crawl to his side.

"Woo... Arvin... Don't leave Ahri..."Ahri raised her hand and stretched out to Zhuo Wen tremblingly, close at hand, but she couldn't catch the big hand that could only give her warmth, and in the heartache, she actually spurted out a mouthful of blood.

A face, I don't know whether to cry or laugh, she looked at Zhuo Wen, and her heart ached.

Arwen, if you die, then Ahri is alive, what's the point?

If you tell Ahri to go, where can Ahri go? In the world, apart from you, where is Ahri's shelter? Where is Ahri's home? Where is Ahri's dependence?

You say you're going to do something for Ahri, but why don't you let Ahri choose for herself?

Ahri just wants to be by your side, no matter what status, as long as he can be with you, he will be satisfied, but why are you so selfish? Why do you want to go your own way? Why do you want to deprive yourself of such a small wish? Do you think you are doing this for Ahri's sake?

"Ahri won't leave! Ahri doesn't want you to die! Arwen, you are alive! Don't leave! You just confessed to Ahri, how can you not be responsible for Ahri!"

Summoning the last of his strength, Ahri roared loudly, the voice was sad and desolate, full of endless sadness, however, it seemed that an inexplicable force burst out.

The body that had been blocked from conveying information was directly penetrated by this voice and transmitted directly to Zhuo Wen's deep heart.

As if the sound of his heart beating, a violent vibration made Zhuo Wen's eyes widen, and the gaze that had already lost his mind actually bloomed with a trace of brightness at this moment!

Obviously unconscious, however, Zhuo Wen reached out and grabbed Ahri's hand.

"Awen?" Seeing Zhuo Wen's demeanor, Ahri was surprised at the same time, but also uncontrollable surprise.

"What!" This change surprised Zhuo Gang, and he suddenly thought that he had seen a hallucination.

"Uncle... , I'm sorry, I'm back..."From Zhuo Wen's expressionless face, a stiff arc was revealed, Zhuo Wen's other hand stretched out, also pinching Zhuo Gang's neck, and in the originally distracted eyes, a black painting shot out, and Shengsheng pushed the original red painting out!

"How is it possible! I have completely devoured his consciousness, how can he still resist me!" A panicked scream, at this moment, Zhuo Gang only felt that the sky was spinning, and he felt as if there was an earthquake around him, and everything that had been managed was suddenly crumbling!

When he looked up at Zhuo Wen again, the old man found that he could only look up, as if he was in a world constructed by Zhuo Wen.

Until Zhuo Wen's eyes widened, and he completely counterattacked from the spiritual level, "No!" Zhuo Gang screamed, as if he had suffered a heavy blow, and flew directly upside down from the spot five or six meters away, slammed into the wall fiercely, and spit out a mouthful of foul-smelling black blood...

Blinking with big watery eyes, Ahri looked at Zhuo Wen in a daze, although his facial expression was still as cold and stiff as a puppet, but Ahri knew that he was back.

Stretching out his hand and gently wiping the tears on Ahri's face, Zhuo Wen's face was expressionless, like an ice carving, which was the sequelae left after the spiritual battle. This sequelae made his senses temporarily paralyzed, and for a while, Zhuo Wen couldn't eliminate it.

However, Zhuo Wen's behavior made Ahri feel an unprecedented warmth.

From Zhuo Wen's warm hands, Ahri felt his breath, his temperature, and his taste, it wouldn't be wrong, it was Ah Wen, it was her Zhuo Wen!

He's back, he's really back!

"Awen, Awen!" shouted excitedly, Ahri's already limp legs seemed to have been broken by a mysterious force, pushing his body and throwing himself directly into Zhuo Wen's arms.

Holding Zhuo Wen tightly with both hands, Ahri howled and cried, for fear that the next moment, he would leave from his side again.

"I'm sorry, I... I'm worried about you..."The chapped lips started slightly, and before Zhuo Wen finished speaking, he didn't expect a warm cherry blossom petal to be printed on it first.

"Ahri..." felt the warm touch, even though the performance of the body was a little bland, but deep in Zhuo Wen's heart, he had already beaten violently, and he could no longer help but hug her thin waist with both hands, and his mouth was open, just like the first time, he demanded it strongly, so domineering that it almost suffocated Ahri.

This pretty tongue, with a sweet smell of blood, and a different kind of kiss make Zhuo Wen have endless aftertaste.

"Won't leave again, never. A gentle murmur came from Ahri's ears, and Zhuo Wen's voice was full of undisguised love.

Ahri only felt a burst of warmth, and let out a "hmm", his head was gently buried in Zhuo Wen's chest, and his pretty face was already as red as Caixia.

"Uh..." At this time, I saw Zhuo Gang on the side of the wall raise his head and glared at a pair of bloody eyes.

"Why, why is this happening!" the unwilling roar resounded throughout the room, filled with crazy irritability, and in an instant, it destroyed all the tables and chairs around it.

Although he has lost most of his painting talents, Zhuo Gang is still a painter who has reached the artistic conception after all, and his roar is not only deafening, but also has a strong destructive power. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.