The puppet leaves, and the bone passage returns to its normal bone tract state.

In fact, the puppet has already broken the rules, and it doesn't matter if it is broken again, and at the same time, he is also afraid of the sword in Long Ye's hand, after all, although it cannot be regarded as a normal human cultivation, but a half-human and half-puppet, but after all, there is a conscious existence, knowing the danger and danger, this is instinct.

Tatsuno seemed to be nervously repairing his injuries, but it was better to communicate with the light group.

The light group is a little depressed, even a little aggrieved, and knows his own family affairs. Now although he complains about Tatsuno, there is no way to resist.

The soul tripod dissipated, and Tatsuno looked at the light cluster in front of him, "Let's talk about it." ”

"Hey. "Sigh, without opening your mouth, you have already lamented the unfairness of fate.

Long Ye laughed in his heart.

The light group organized the language, but slowly introduced his experience and past to Tatsuno.

At that time, the middle-aged sword cultivator was strong and powerful, but he was addicted to gambling, even so, the cultivation was still strong, and he had a natal sword with him.

Originally, as a monk weapon with a certain strength, it can naturally be warmed in the body, but the middle-aged sword cultivator is not like this, he once said that no matter how powerful the divine weapon is, it is always a foreign object and cannot be relied on too much.

Just like the warriors of the world, they are always carried with them.

Hunting adventures, crisscrossing the starry sky of the universe, accompanied by a long sword at any time.

It's just that what I didn't expect was that one day a middle-aged sword cultivator had a whim and entered a secular city, and he also had itchy hands and wanted to have a gambling addiction, and casinos abound in the secular world.

Of course, a city in the big world is not comparable to a city like the Huatian Continent that Long Ye saw, majestic, grandiose, and one city is already equivalent to a domain in the continent today.

The city is very large, and it can accommodate these three religions and nine streams, mixed fish and dragons, ruffians and hooligans, and of course chickens and dogs are indispensable.

Before entering the city, he found that there was a group of ordinary warriors at the foot of the city wall next to the city gate, who should be the soldiers guarding the city, that is, the warriors in the world, gathering together to gamble.

Naturally, I thought it was interesting and curious, so I stepped forward to watch.

The aura is convergent, that is, an ordinary martial artist, naturally no one cares.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely intense, shouting, laughing and scolding, and complaining, which completely made everyone's blood boil, men, a little bit of a good bet, just look at the size, of course, this is not worth advocating.

As for what to bet on, it's even simpler.

The denser the population, the easier it is to produce a lot of pickles.

These sergeants just caught a kind of guinea pig at random, of course, it was an ordinary thing, and it was not unusual. The rat is blindfolded and placed in a large box, a simple maze, and the rat must quickly find the exit while blindfolded, and whoever is the first to win will be the winner.

The middle-aged sword cultivator has seen too many gambling games, so that he has no interest in ordinary gambling, but he has the addiction to gambling that he can't control, and now when he sees such a strange gambling game, he is instantly interested.

Of course, the middle-aged sword cultivator has always been trustworthy and will not use his cultivation to bully these worldly warriors, so he will lose the meaning of gambling.

Squeezed into the crowd strongly, full of interest and addicted.

A young swordsman saw that he was interested, so he took the initiative to invite.

So it hit it off.

In many cases, the industrial chain is very important, and it is here that some people peddle the captured white rats, and the business is extremely hot.

The rats are all average size, all blindfolded, and can only be selected by feeling.

Make a choice and pick out a mouse directly from it.

Most of the people who usually gamble again are familiar with the soldiers guarding the city, or the surrounding warriors and people, and the general dignitaries and nobles, who will be in such a noisy and noisy place.

The middle-aged monk seems to be unremarkable, but he can still see a trace of extraordinaryness on his wear, it should be from the foreign affairs personnel of those sects or families, and the sudden fresh face also makes many soldiers curious, and at the same time more enthusiastic.

The young sergeant glanced at the long sword on the waist of the middle-aged monk, and could see that it was a good sword, but as for how good it was, he could only feel that it was better than his own.

"Uncle, how about we have something new?" said the young sergeant's face with a mocking face.

"Tell me, what's new?"

"If I win, we'll exchange the swords in our hands, dare?"

The middle-aged monk pondered for a moment and asked rhetorically, "What if I win?"

"I learned how to bark at the gates of the city, and it was time for a cup of tea. ”

If you want to talk about it, the middle-aged monk should be considered to have taken advantage of it a little, after all, it is somewhat indecent for a young man with great achievements to learn to bark a dog outside the city gate.

Of course, he didn't realize that the worldly soldiers and ruffians were completely taboo-free and could do anything. There is no war in peacetime, nothing happens to each other, and once there is a little friction, I don't know when it will be destroyed by others.

The young sergeant had a little bit of a sense of breaking the boat, and the middle-aged monk aroused the fighting spirit in his heart even more, people dared to sacrifice so much, not to mention that winning or losing was not certain, without the slightest hesitation, he nodded directly and agreed.

The young sergeant rejoiced.

The rest of the onlookers were even more excited, as if they were participating.

There are many things that you can't influence by your own will.

The young sergeant did not deliberately choose, but bought a mouse at random, and in this way, two mice of the same size set off together, running around in the winding box.

But the crowd was shouting with all their might.

This kind of scene is the most likely to affect people's emotions.

The middle-aged monk is no longer a powerful monk who turns his hands into clouds and rains at this time, but a worldly gambler.

The white mouse was blindfolded, and could only hear the screams of the sky, instinctively looking around for a way out, which was a good thing, but the blame was here, the middle-aged monk's guinea pig may be too timid, or it may have the idea of breaking the jar, and then it will curl up in one place trembling for a while, and never move again.

On the other hand, the mouse chosen by the young sergeant ran wildly all the way, although fear, but instinct defeated fear, its idea was very good, and it could always find a way out along the lattice in the wooden box, and sure enough, the emperor lived up to his intentions, and it succeeded.

The middle-aged monk was unwilling, of course, even more reluctant, after all, the long sword had followed him to conquer the universe for countless years, although he usually knew that he could not rely too much on external objects, but no matter what kind of thought, what kind of occasion, he still couldn't bear it.

The young man sneered, and knew that he couldn't provoke the middle-aged monk too much, but verbal ridicule was still indispensable, "If the big tree is unwilling, forget it, isn't it just losing, in fact, there is nothing, as long as the uncle admits that he loses in front of everyone, I will admit it." ”

Damn, this is actually very poisonous.

The crowd immediately fried the pot, ridiculed, teased, despised, ridiculed, what kind of expression can be found from it, the so-called time is clear at a glance in such an occasion.

The middle-aged sword cultivator gritted his teeth, directly untied the long sword on his waist, and reluctantly gave it away.

The young man laughed and handed the long sword in his hand to the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk is trustworthy, and he can't lose people.

Holding the young man's long sword, he grabbed the trembling guinea pig in his hand, broke through the crowd and chose to leave directly.

All the hatred is on this little mouse, and the guinea pig is an ordinary thing, just fear, and the rest have not thought about it at all.

The middle-aged monk made a move that surprised all the monks, sealing the ordinary guinea pig directly into this ordinary long sword.

In the endless years to come, the middle-aged sword cultivator traveled around the universe with this ordinary long sword, and the long sword naturally continued to be contaminated with its breath, and gradually the original ordinary guinea pig actually opened up his spiritual wisdom and gave birth to consciousness, and he was no longer an ordinary mouse who was ignorant and ignorant.

The middle-aged sword cultivation is very powerful, there are very few people in the universe who can reach it, and the long sword continues to devour the blood and qi of other living beings, obsession, remnant souls, and gradually the white rat is not short of power.

And the ordinary long sword was also born in the world unconsciously, and there was an ordinary thing with a waist and a penny, becoming a great artifact, but his own materials restricted his development.

Even so, it is a rare artifact.

It's just that later, many things exceeded the expectations of the white mouse, and he was the first creature in the sword, of course, the master. But the remnants of the thoughts are getting more and more blocked, and the remnants of the souls are devoured by the long sword, and these remnant souls are obsessed with constantly fighting and devouring each other, and many powerful spirits are born from them.

Originally, with the suppression of middle-aged sword cultivation, of course, these spirits did not dare to do anything to the guinea pig, and they had a lot of restraint, and at the same time, the guinea pig was already connected with the long sword, which could be regarded as a sword spirit.

The mouse himself did not expect that a gamble would make his fate take a huge turn, and then another gamble would make his fate turn again.

Without the suppression of the middle-aged sword cultivator, the rest of the spirit bodies could already sense that the master had changed the moment Long Ye pulled out the long sword, and the first thing was to devour the guinea pig and completely control the long sword.

After all, the guinea pig is a sword spirit, and he can come and go freely, unlike the rest of the spirits who can only stay in the sword world.

If you can't beat it, you won't be ashamed to run, no, it's not a rat.

That's what the guinea pig thinks.

ran into Tatsuno's body for the first time, and entered the sea of knowledge in seven turns, but found himself entering the tiger's den from the wolf's den.

The altar is eternal, and it is not something that you can compete with, and Long Ye's soul tripod can completely refine herself.

I had no choice but to surrender again.

Rat life is not good!

Aggrieved!

After listening to this, Tatsuno held back, held back, and couldn't hold it back.

Laughing and convulsing.

The embroidered girl who was protecting the Dharma on the side, but she didn't know what happened to Tatsuno, and her whole body twitched and trembled slightly.

Is there really a big danger, but the things above the soul can't be helped by outsiders, so you can only rely on yourself!

The hazy glow faded, revealing a white rat with a snow-white body and the size of a palm.

The humanized eyes, staring straight at Long Ye, gritting his teeth, but he didn't dare to move, the rat was already timid and afraid, and now in other people's territory, he didn't dare to act rashly.

You can only hate!