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Three hundred and fifty-seven, watching chess without saying a word, I dare to do it

"Looking back now, if Zhu Xuefei's team had won the Dragons, I don't know whether Zhu Xuefei could have become the savior, but at least he could have become the new Emperor Qi."

Emperor Wei Jia was really surprised. He had thought that this favored man of heaven was also a master with great ambitions and little talent. The entire group of elites were just a bunch of half-hearted families who thought they were well-connected. He never thought that the favored man of heaven thought of the situation. He is no less knowledgeable than his teachers in this area - Pa Lamo and Pu Jiu.

One is in charge of Yangchun Baixue, and the other is in charge of the lower Liba people. The two swords are combined and they are invincible. Even so, he is even half as good as him. After all, no matter how strong Pu Jiu is, he can only pick up a partner. The proud man of heaven has gathered all the people. There are still all the elites in the world who are capable of fighting.

Wei Jiahuang also relied on hearsay for the details here, and the source of the information came from the dishonest Persian liar. Since he was facing the elite of the elite, he did not intend to be careless and asked: "I heard that Zhu Xuefei is challenging the Dragon Team. During the fight to the death, everyone was on the warpath. Even if Zhu Xuefei's team was completely defeated, how could the irreversible momentum he built disappear just because he lost a game? The person who told me this story In the narrative, the important role of the audience seemed to be wiped out all of a sudden, and the sense of existence was suddenly lost. My mind was not here at the time, and I did not delve into it. When you brought up the old thing again, I immediately remembered it."

Ran Wei asked him with great interest: "What do you think specifically?"

Takumi is also very concerned about the answer of the dagger, who has high hopes for it.

Dagger said: "Zhu Xuefei this time is different from the East Timor tragedy. He was already enthusiastic before fighting. Now that you have grasped the truth of that matter, I want to confirm two things. First, whether we lost the game, the enthusiasm of the crowd immediately Disappeared--"

Zhuo Fuyan interrupted him: "No, and it's out of control."

This is also what Dagger thinks is a logical and real situation, so the second thing to confirm is that since there is an out-of-control riot rhythm among the people, who suppressed it? He did not expect that these elites could get such deep inside information. Since they can When he arrives, he will ask this clearly. Assuming that he is easily suppressed by the system, even if he cannot survive without their help, he will still insist on flying alone.

It's very simple. If this is the case, then killing Wei Nengao is simply killing Wei Nengao. If the whole people riot like this, what kind of trouble will the death of Wei Nengao cause?

Wei Nengao can just kill him himself. Whether he succeeds or fails is a trivial matter.

He replied: "It's a reset!"

Wei Jiahuang wondered: "What is the concept of reset?"

This time it was Ran Wei who answered: "Resetting means starting over. Except for Zhu Xuefei's very few heretics who were wiped out, no one can remember this short life they have experienced -"

"But destiny is recorded?"

He bowed his head and said, "Yes."

Wei Jiahuang made up his mind: "Maybe it's too late, but I have two questions that I must ask you now."

"Please say."

Wei Jiahuang said seriously: "The first question is, what is your purpose?"

He told the truth: "Bet on your slim chance and destroy the world while you still have a little bit of sanity."

Wei Jiahuang nodded. This is a sub-question. The key is the second question: "What is the best effect you can expect from killing Wei Ningao?"

"All the people are soldiers."

Wei Jiahuang asked: "How to achieve it?"

"Once you succeed, we will launch an all-out war with Destiny."

Emperor Wei Jia understood what they meant. It was not the destiny that was scary, but the supreme existence hidden behind Emperor Qi. In his heart, he had decided to fly solo: "So what if you can defeat the destiny? In the end, you will have to go back to Zhu Xuefei's old path, Most people have won over you, only to force that powerful force to reset the world."

He smiled and said, "It won't happen this time."

Wei Jiahuang was a little surprised: Could it be that the self-righteous elite temper has been resurrected?

Ran Wei said: "This is why they chose you."

"I?"

Wei Jiahuang thought desperately, it couldn't be another embarrassing boast like the chosen one, right?

"We won't talk about the special features. I believe Pu Jiu has already told you about the calluses in your ears, but he hasn't convinced you yet."

Emperor Wei Jia looked at him gratefully: Long live understanding!

But I'm also curious, if you don't talk about specialness, in this football world, what else can a semi-amateur like me, who is neither good nor bad, have to talk about?

"Let me tell you some exact information that you may not know yourself. In the records of destiny, you are the second to last person in this world - er, a character, let's use the term character - don't be too sensitive."

Wei Jiahuang wanted to say, can I be insensitive? He said it well, but he came back again.

Ran Wei said: "Do you know who the last one is?"

Emperor Wei Jiahuang realized, yes, they have gone around a long way to clear my name, and there is someone else who is "the most special".

"Messi."

The club king who landed in Dragon Pond.

"I understand that the order of appearance should be directly linked to the official expectations, so he is the last one to appear. So he is the one that Emperor Ke is most afraid of."

So the poor savior coach was killed by the ruthless Qidi in just 5 minutes.

Wei Jiahuang thought that according to Fang Ci's video, this person should have been buried as fertilizer, and his life or death was uncertain.

Ran Wei was very sure: "There are only 10 saviors left among the 11 recorded by Destiny."

He continued: "Our research has drawn an inference, which is fully reflected in the two extreme cases of Messi and Zhu Xuefei. The rule maker behind them is a true gentleman who watches the game without saying a word in his role. ——As long as you follow the rules."

"The rules are absolute, and so is his authority. He watches the show, but he doesn't interfere. Once this is confirmed, we dare to take action."

Wei Jiahuang pondered and asked tentatively: "Then what are the rules you have researched?"

"Actually, there are only two. First, the kicker is supreme and cannot be blasphemed. Second, anyone who wins the kick can commit the following offenses, even if the loser is the most noble kicker. When the two principles conflict, The second one takes priority."

Wei Jiahuang understood: "What you mean is that even if he can't stand it and wants to intervene, he will still be bound by these two rules."

"This is exactly the case, so when the appointed savior was killed by Emperor Qi using despicable means, he had no way to intervene. Because Emperor Qi used football rules to invite Messi to a duel, and he agreed, then this is football speaking, and I am willing to bet Accept defeat."

Emperor Wei Jia couldn't help but interject: "But, didn't you say that Zhu Xuefei reset it that time? Do you dare to say that this is not because his position is biased towards the ruler?"

"It doesn't count, because Zhu Xuefei has set the rules of football. If he loses, he won't give up. Emperor Qi can't control it, so he takes action to reset."
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