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Dark night, stormy and rainy, Zuo Fengchen didn't know if Qingwan was afraid, Zuo Fengchen didn't know if Mu Zhixue in the realm of Qianyuan would be afraid. When parting, she was always so scared, she said that if she asked Zuo Fengchen to save him, she would wait for him, wait, wait until Zuo Fengchen appeared.

So, I must not die here!

Zuo Fengchen shouted to the sky, "He who grows mushrooms may grow poisonous mushrooms, and the angry Timo will still save the world." The one who stir-fries will make the most delicious meal in the world, and he may move God, oh, God, he may move the Jade Emperor!"

"Oh, are you saying I shouldn't have killed them?"

"At the same time, the earthlings, why are they in a hurry!"

"The weak have to die!"

"Well, damn them, because you had hope for them, and they let you down. But I won't let you down! Stop the storm, I'll take you to the west!"

After Zuo Fengchen finished speaking, the storm did not stop but became bigger and bigger, and Zuo Fengchen knew that this storm could not kill him. The Doomsday Gambler has killed so many chosen ones from the earth, he has his own tricks, he doesn't kill himself, he is hesitating, he still has hope for himself, he is not desperate!

"You're hesitating! Tell me how I can help you!"

"Hmph, I'll kill you now, you can't even protect yourself, how can you help me? You black-hearted Internet café owner, you might as well be the one who grows mushrooms!"

A bolt of lightning pierced the dark night sky, and the lightning fell beside Zuo Fengchen, but it didn't hit Zuo Fengchen.

"He's still hesitating, does he want to see my strongest skill?"

"Ding Dong, the system automatically consumes a summoning roll again to remind the player: I have a bet to make with the greatest. If I win, I can win back my lost time, win back my family, win back myself, and if I lose, I will fall into the abyss forever. ”

"I have a bet to make with the greatest. If I win, I can win back my lost time, win back my family, win back myself, and if I lose, I will fall into the abyss forever. ”

Zuo Fengchen muttered to himself, what does this sentence mean?

Before Zuo Fengchen could figure it out, the wind and rain in the sky were a little lighter, the wind gradually dispersed, and even the thunder and lightning didn't know where to hide.

"I have a bet against the greatest, I'm going to win back my lost time, I'm going to win back my family, so I'm going to keep betting. ”

A muttering to himself, as if this sentence had made the Doomsday Gambling Saint think of something, he stopped roaring madly, but calmed down, like a child who has finished venting.

The sky is still a little gloomy, but this time it is a little brighter, Zuo Fengchen raised his head, he saw the appearance of the sky, and he thought of the sentence: "Doomsday Gambling Saint, level fifteen......"

"He's so powerful that he's elusive. ”

Looking at the devilish face that had turned into dark clouds in the sky, its eyes were as big as a forest, and his body stretched across the sky, boundless.

What would it be like if he cultivated to the full level? Zuo Fengchen didn't dare to imagine what kind of powerful opponent he would have to deal with when he was picked into this world? Zuo Fengchen didn't dare to think about who would be the greatest man who would gamble with him?

Is Sun Wukong? Or maybe someone more powerful than Sun Wukong? Zuo Fengchen vaguely felt that that person must be above the Ten Thousand Immortals! Only above the Ten Thousand Immortals is worthy of betting on a game with the full-level Doomsday Gambling Saint, and they will bet on everything of the Doomsday Gambling Saint, including life!

"I will take you back to the earth with me, because it is our home! Open your heart and open your heart! Your life is not only gambling, you also have a lot of friends, everyone helps each other, we can cross every river, climb every mountain! This is the power of friends, as long as our dreams are the same, why not go with us?"

Zuo Fengchen raised his head and still persuaded him, as long as he had the help of the Doomsday Gambling Saint, would it be so difficult to defeat the Great Sage of Exorcism at that time? After Zuo Fengchen finished speaking, the Doomsday Gambling Saint, who had always been very sacred, actually sighed.

From the dark clouds came his warm words like a friend: "Three hundred years, three hundred years no one has said such things to me. Each of them came to bet with me, they wanted to take away my things, I wanted to take away their experience upgrades, we all took what we needed, no one ever called me a friend, you are the first. But you can't help me......"

He still sighed, the wind and rain stopped, and the familiar table in front of him appeared in front of him again. The Doomsday Gambling Saint who appeared in front of him this time was no longer sitting so upright, he was no longer so confident, and his face was no longer the unpredictable majesty.

"It's a problem, and it's always solvable. You said that you are in difficulty, since God has arranged for you to come, I will definitely let you go on!"

Zuo Fengchen walked up to him, this time it was not fear, nor killing intent, he seemed to be comforting an injured friend.

Really, Zuo Fengchen himself felt that God had his intentions in arranging everyone.

Exists, that is, it makes sense!

Sometimes, we just misunderstand our own position, our wrong life.

For example, if a genius who paints and learns music, and a genius who learns to cook, people can only succeed if they find their own expertise and then do it. If you can't find your true self, you can only spend your life in vain, or do nothing in a profession you don't like.

"It's because I can't go that I can't be your friend and go home with you. ”

The light was even more dim, Zuo Fengchen stretched out his hand and put it on his shoulder, he didn't resist, but his head was lowered, and he seemed to feel a little inferior.

Why can't he walk? Is it true that his leg is broken? No wonder he sits all the time and never sees him stand up!

It's okay if you break your leg. Anyway, there are a total of four people in Zuo Fengchen and the three brothers who killed Matt, and the four of them can carry him home even if they carry him!

Other people Zuo Fengchen are reluctant to carry it, but such a powerful person makes him willing to carry him every day!

Carrying him on his back, he encountered a monster on the road who couldn't be handled, so let him gamble on a game and kill it directly!

"It's okay, have faith, we can succeed! The world is fair, God closes a door for you, and he will definitely open a window for you. God didn't give you legs, from today onwards, I'll be your legs! I'll carry you back to our common home, Earth!"

After Zuo Fengchen finished speaking, he patted him on the shoulder again, the gambling saint was silent, his head was lowered, and no one saw a tear in his brown cowboy hat quietly falling, falling on the quaint bluestone slab bricks.

People are human because they have feelings!

After a long time, the deep voice of the Doomsday Gambling Saint sounded: "Let's go, go find a better partner! You can carry me, but you can't carry the heavy Doomsday City after all." ”

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