Chapter 333: That's right, it's a deliberate show-off

At the other end of the hallway, the chainsaw in the right hand of the gold worship clown rattled, and the scarlet blood mist blurred his figure.

The gold-worshipping clown's wrist moved slightly, and with an action that was almost exactly the same as when Bai Jingyong switched weapons, the chainsaw disappeared and was replaced with a scythe.

He snorted and responded irritably, "Got it!" ”

When he appeared in front of Bai Jingyong again, the scythe of the gold-worshipping clown poked out from behind him accurately, perfectly enclosing him in the range of the attack.

Bai Jingyong wanted to do it. The money-worshipping clown suddenly sighed, "Determine the price of minus 100 million." ”

In the realm of the money-worshipping clown, all the objects recognized by his price, as long as their spiritual power is lower than that of the money-worshipping clown, will not be able to resist.

After all, on the auction table, there is not a single item that can escape the auctioneer's arrangement.

Bai Jingyong's strength disappeared instantly, and his eyes widened in surprise, but he was kicked in the lower abdomen by the gold-worshipping clown and kicked out fiercely.

Therefore, the money-worshipping clown doesn't really use his differentiation skills, he just thinks it's unnecessary. After all, he is the ancestor of the Bai family, if he wants to be contained by his juniors in this way, then the gold-worshipping clown can also reluctantly respect the elders.

After all, it is still up to Bai Jingyong to save people, and the gold-worshipping clown pondered not to make too much trouble. But the moment Bai Jingyong's eyes fell on Shi Que, all this was different.

Six hundred and thirty million, that's his treasure. And they also mentioned the gods outside, Bo Yanzhao, and even Lin Wenjue, who was already at the edge of the tunnel, and the abacus them.

One dime and eight dollars, no matter how little it is, it is also his white money.

It's all his, and as long as he still breathes, no one will be allowed to encroach on the treasury he guards.

Approaching Bai Jingyong again, the gold-worshipping clown dragged him up from the ground and grabbed him by the neck, "You have to be glad that 630 million is not here now, otherwise, even if you are a god's inheritance, he will dismantle you and reassemble you." ”

Bai Jingyong narrowed his eyes and tried to resist. But the hand of the gold worship clown had already fallen on Bai Jingyong's shoulder, and the sound of bones breaking sounded, and Bai Jingyong's face suddenly turned pale.

The gold-worshipping clown grinned, "The main attacker's creed, as the last hole card, will never fall until the battle is over." ”

"My battle continues, but yours is over."

"If you're dead, give me an honest prop." After the gold worship clown finished speaking, the magnetic field instantly tightened.

The twelve figures in the air around them were already about to explode.

However, before they finished speaking, under the constraints of the gold-worshipping clown's magnetic field, Bai Jingyong's body gradually became lighter, and finally became transparent, turning into a round turntable-like thing that fell into the hands of the money-worshipping clown.

Divine Legacy 010 [The Lucky Wheel That Can Only Be Turned by Money], people's lives are determined, and people may not be able to change their lives against the sky, but if they are rich, they can ascend to the sky in one step.

The gold-worshipping clown "tsk", his eyes were disgusted.

Then he turned his head and looked at Bai Jingchen next to him, who had completely lost his ability to resist, and couldn't help frowning.

Bai Jingchen looked at him and subconsciously climbed back two steps.

The money-worshipping clown pouted, "I'm annoyed, why do you always throw these worthless ones to me with 630 million!" ”

Bai Jingchen forcibly endured his fear: "You don't have to say such things to insult me. Anyway, I have nothing left to lose. Didn't Shi Que throw me at you to get revenge? ”

The money-worshipping clown looked down at him and suddenly smiled.

It was clear that he had just experienced a vicious fight, and the smell of blood on his body had not yet dissipated, but Bai Jingchen still saw a trace of show-off and pride in it.

"Really!" The gold-worshipping clown squatted in front of Bai Jingchen and looked at him, "What you said just now sounds good, say it again." ”

"Say what?" Bai Jingchen couldn't guess the meaning of the words of the gold clown.

The money-worshipping clown was very straightforward, "Just now you said 630 million to throw you to me, what are you for?" ”

"Let you take revenge." Bai Jingchen subconsciously picked it up.

The money-worshipping clown blinked, then pushed the tip of the scythe on his neck, "I didn't hear clearly, say it again." ”

"Let you take revenge."

"Say it again."

"Let you take revenge."

"Say it again."

"Let you take revenge, let you take revenge, Shi Que sent me here to give you fucking anger, let you insult me, let me kneel in front of you like a dog and wag my tail and beg for mercy, let you avenge being kicked out of the Bai family back then!"

"Bai Shou, you're a madman." Bai Jingchen suddenly realized that the gold-worshipping clown was not inaudible or deliberately tormenting him at all, he was just simply showing off, showing off when the finch cared about him and pampered him.

At this moment, Bai Jingchen seemed to have returned to the summer of his high school year, and he couldn't melt the sparrow with all his might, but the gold-worshipping clown easily got everything he wanted.

And what he didn't expect was that it wasn't just Shi Que.

After the fight of the gold clown, his mobile phone kept buzzing and vibrating.

Perhaps by default, he is a dead man, the money-worshipping clown didn't take Bai Jingchen in his eyes at all, he didn't mean to avoid Bai Jingchen at all, but directly took out his mobile phone and opened the video.

The moment the call was connected, Bo Yanzhao's face appeared on the video, "What's going on?" Does it matter? ”

Bo Yanzhao's first reaction was to worry about the shoulders of the gold-worshipping clown. The little cub was obviously injured, and it didn't seem to be bleeding much, but it was twisted between movements, as if it was broken or cracked.

The gold-worshipping clown smiled indifferently, "It doesn't matter, I have medicine!" ”

Bo Yanzhao still frowned, "If only there was a treatment position." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, a low chant suddenly sounded, and a gentle magnetic field wrapped around the gold-worshipping clown, the pain faded away like flowing water, and the wounds on his body gradually healed and recovered as before.

"! Awesome, God Dad~" The gold-worshipping clown jumped on the windowsill of the corridor and gave a thumbs up in the direction of the tower.

There was a smile on the face of the god, but the magnetic field gently patted the top of the gold worship clown's head.

"Don't ...... Let...... Lose sleep over something. The gods' words were a little disjointed, but the gold-worshipping clown understood the meaning.

"Got it!" The money-worshipping clown immediately agreed, and then, the unreliable promise was casually given, "You are bored waiting in the tower?" I've got a new god legacy back with an animal in it, and I'll have him come out and do a trick for you. ”

The god was obviously moved, but thinking of the trick that the gold clown had performed for him before, he couldn't help frowning, and seemed to have lost interest. "Hey, hey, hey! I'm going to be angry when you're like this, you have to watch me act, what do you mean by being so disgusted? ”

The god turned his head and refused to look at him.

The gold-worshipping clown was so angry that he exploded, and he almost rushed to the tower to argue with the gods.

The mobile phone was thrown lonely on the windowsill, and in the video, Bo Yanzhao pressed his temples and was on the verge of exploding. He has a bunch of things waiting for coordination on his side that have not been dealt with, and he even has to prevent his own people from infighting.

In the end, after several unsuccessful persuasions, Bo Yanzhao finally broke out, "Shut up!" Hurry up and get down to business, the monsters in the gap have all been cleared, now are we going up the hill or standing by? ”

"Stand by now, stand by now." The money-worshipping clown hurriedly returned to business, and probably told Bo Yanzhao about his own experience.

Bai Jingchen just watched the gold-worshipping clown squatting on the windowsill of the corridor, skillfully contacting all kinds of people, arranging combat missions, and occasionally feeling the direction of the sparrow.

Busy and real.

At this moment, even Bai Jingchen gave birth to a feeling that the gold-worshipping clown was now living very happily.

But, but he is obviously also a member of the Bai family, why can he be loved by so many people?

Obviously, he has worked so hard to make him unlucky. Why still not?

"Because you're a piece of trash!" Just like hearing Bai Jingchen's heart, the gold-worshipping clown spoke at the right time.

"You know what? For people like you, the most uncomfortable thing for you is not death, but that I am doing well. The gold-worshipping clown looked at Bai Jingchen condescendingly, and said something that made him completely collapse, "I'm just showing off, after all, I have everything, why don't I show it?" ”

This sentence, to Bai Jingchen, was like a blunt knife, which penetrated into his heart and twisted it a few times. The painful feeling made him convulse uncontrollably, curled up and rolled on the ground.

The money-worshipping clown looked at it coldly for a while, and then sent a message to Shi Que along the "Weekly", "Six hundred and thirty million, are you okay?" I'm so bored with Daddy God! ”

Shi Qi's gentle voice also came back, "The last five minutes." I'm done here too. ”

At the other end of the corridor, Shi Que had already entered the room where the strange tale body was located when the gold worship clown attacked Bai Jingyong with all his might.

Flying all over the sky are finished paintings.

The landmarks of F City, the palace, the trees outside the window, and more, are still Li Yuan.

Li Yuan, who loved to laugh when he was young, Li Yuan, who was obsessed with paintings, Li Yuan, who hugged the youth and cried bitterly, and Li Yuan, who knelt in front of the tomb of his deceased wife and swore an oath......

From black hair to crisp white temples, Li Yuan in every painting is the deepest obsession in the depths of the youth world.

Therefore, Li Yuan has always been worried that there is no spring, summer, autumn and winter in Ah Yan's world, but in fact, there is indeed no such thing in Ah Yan's world, but there is Li Yuan in his world.

Who held his hand, from a toddler in his childhood, all the way through his father for more than 20 years.

"White, white. Give me white ......" The young man appeared in front of Shi Que, his empty eyes still out of focus, but tears continued to fall down his cheeks.

And behind the youth, in the sunniest part of the room, there is an unfinished painting on the easel.

Ah Yan, who had his back to the window, lowered his head, his warm hand fell on top of his head, and the sun was shining brightly as far as his eyes could see. Unfortunately, without the participation of white, the color of this painting would never have been perfect.

But the young man had been waiting for two hundred years, and he was afraid that if he waited any longer, he would forget, forget the mood of anticipation at that time.

"Please......" The young man stood in front of Shi Que and bowed his head obediently, as if pleading, and as if he was coquettish to Shi Que.

(End of chapter)