What I have is money!

The patriarch's words were sonorous and powerful, and it was rare to see a scene.

Ludon rolled his eyes and said angrily,

"Who are you?"

This guy made it clear that he took the opportunity to take advantage of himself, can Ludon suffer this loss?

His gaze passed over to the patriarch and looked at the others, and asked,

"That's what you think too?"

Others did not answer.

"I see."

Seeing everyone's statement, Luton nodded,

"You're doing this very well... But I refuse!"

Hearing this, the magician held out a hand to the Prophet and asked for a gold coin.

The prophet earnestly corrected,

"Our bet is whether he will say the phrase 'Ride, verbal digging', obviously, he didn't play this meme, you should give me money."

"Makes sense."

The magician threw a gold coin and landed in the Prophet's palm.

The moment the gold coin fell, the Prophet's purse was already lying in the magician's pocket.

Can magic be called stealing?

Naturally, the bet between the two did not affect the conversation in the field.

The patriarch screamed and asked,

"May I ask Luden, what do you think?" 、

Small, the word is very aggressive.

The patriarch believed that he was definitely bigger than the other party, and that it was great in all kinds of senses.

On the one hand, the patriarchs are very old.

On the other hand, before he came today, he specially zoomed in.

No matter how far the male has evolved, this kind of primitive worship and comparison is engraved in everyone's DNA and cannot be eliminated.

Ludon ignored this guy's provocation and said flatly,

"It's a really good plan, it can be put on top of alternatives, and it can even be actually implemented, just thinking about it makes me feel excited, and I believe that whoever is behind the scenes wants to see this scene, and this is definitely a grand show, a qualified finale."

The patriarch asked rhetorically,

"Now that it's qualified, why don't you use it?"

"Because there is a better way, and it is the method you are using."

Ludon didn't need to look at too many people to see the familiar smile on everyone's face.

That's right, the vast majority of people here are Luden, or carved out of the same mold as him.

Of course, these guys know what Ludon wants to do and will do.

Because if it were them, they would do the same.

There is no selling, Ludon said this method,

"Throw everything behind and wipe out my wealth to zero! Then I forcibly start the next simulation when I am dying!"

The patriarch was stunned for a moment, he didn't even bother to drink the honey water in his hand, his eyes revealed surprise, and he looked at Lu Deng repeatedly, as if he knew this guy on the first day.

"Weird, I heard you right, right? You don't even want the riches of the whole world? And you want to give up your existing wealth, and you are ready to play with your life?"

The patriarch remembered Luden's classic words.

If you can't play with your life, how can you make money with your life?

But this guy in front of him not only doesn't make money, but also plans to play with his life?!

Unusual!

It's so unusual!

Others take it for granted.

They know too well about Luden's mental activity!

A simple analysis will show why Ludon chose this way.

First of all, Luton has been ransacked!

He doesn't have a penny now, not in his account, not on him!

In other words, the current Ludon is a poor barehead, and his bare feet are naturally more courageous.

Second, Ludon is not willing to gamble the whole world, even if it doesn't belong to him for the time being.

But Luden is confident!

only

Give him time, as long as he has a chance to come back, sooner or later he can climb to the top of the world!

Although these money do not belong to Ludon for the time being, they will belong to Luden in the future!

Putting your future money at the table?

No way!

Luton can't do such a ruin!

One last reason...

Perhaps, Luton had other thoughts about the world.

Perhaps, there are still things in this world that are worthy of his nostalgia or protection.

There may be too many for anyone to say exactly what was in Ludden's mind when he made this decision.

However, one thing is for sure.

People like Ludon, once a decision is made, don't change it at will.

"Okay."

The patriarch raised his wrist and glanced at the latest time fixture, which he had bought from a homeless man,

"We've done this as well, but it's still some time before it starts... You have about 3 hours and can do something in at least 2,000 words."

"What?"

The last words of the patriarch, Ludon didn't understand a little.

It's just that Ludon knows who these last three hours are left for.

Those of his immortal friends or girlfriends.

Empress, El, Awu, Secretary General....

Perhaps, this is the last three hours of Ludon's life.

He drank the wine from his glass, got up, and walked into the darkness.

2000 words may have been omitted here.

Three hours later,

Standing at the railing, the Eternals watched the ship depart and bid Ludon their final goodbyes.

"You say... Why wouldn't he gamble everything in this world to do one last simulation?

Instead, he chose the opposite path, emptied his wealth, sent himself to the brink of death, and played a game of brave with this cave, you know, he has a high probability of losing, losing... His life is gone."

The Empress muttered to herself, as if she already had the answer in her mind.

Her gaze darkened slightly, and she looked at the spaceship that was moving away, and slowly spoke her guess.

No, this shouldn't be considered conjecture.

She has been with him for the longest time, and she knows him best, so she naturally understands,

"Maybe... He felt that there were things in this world that were more important than his own life, and he might not be able to tell what they were. Is it an ideal, a future, or a hope? Or is it the good fortune he has been thinking about?

Whatever it is, it's worth it, he's willing to do it, not to be instigated, to be deceived, to be concealed, to be seduced...

He did it voluntarily, he saw the whole thing clearly, many years ago, and after seeing the truth, he hesitated, hesitated, and was confused, until he picked himself up again, and wanted to escape from this cave and see the truth of the world, even if it cost him his own life, he did not regret it..."

Al's face was cold, and she didn't say a word from the moment the empress spoke, and she wanted to refute the other party, but she couldn't find any point to refute it.

In the end, she could only snort coldly and said indignantly,

"It's like he's a saint!"

The Lutdon she knew was by no means a saint, a more demon-like guy.

No, it's not that Ludon is like a demon, it's a demon like Luden.

As the years passed, the more he got to know Luden, the more Al felt that Luden was unfamiliar.

The sins that this man has committed, the people he has killed, the evil he has done, even if it is only one millionth, can be put to death in any country that touches civilization, the kind that can condemn him to death, thousands of times.

The blood on his hands could not be washed away even if he washed it with the water of the galaxy.

The corpses trampled under his feet could lift him up from hell to the gates of heaven.

Luton rarely embellishes himself, except when he wants to make money.

He never

He concealed his ugliness, never shied away from his sins, and was able to sleep peacefully in the dead of night, not because of his openness or conscience, but because he was by nature.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with that.

He also knew that what he was doing might not be right.

It's just that others are more wrong.

Therefore, listening to the Empress's evaluation, Al will have such dissatisfaction.

Don't call this guy a saint!

They also don't need saints, much less saviors.

But since he is not a saint, why did Luton give up the opportunity to gamble on the whole world, give up everything he had, and use his life to go to this final battle?

If you are not a saint, but you have done the deeds of a saint, there must be a reason.

"Yes, of course he's not a saint."

Ah Wu nodded, sounding the legend that was about to go away, the role of a teacher and a father, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he sighed,

"Mr. Ludon just... Money, not life."