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Inside the Demon City.

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the arrogant and arrogant young man who was completely different from the past, and showed appreciation on his face and tsk twice.

"Since it should be that evil dragon in the deep sea, why should I be imprisoned in the bottom of the well and disguise myself as a frog in the bottom of the well? It's fun?"

The old man seemed to be talking to himself, and also seemed to be questioning someone from a distance.

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In that desolate and dead black and white world.

The boy sitting high on the throne looked at the outside world coldly through someone's perspective.

The smile is sarcastic and cold.

And this time, there was a man with a tired face around him.

The man looked up silently at the other person who was laughing wildly and domineering in the outside world, a little lost.

"I won."

The boy on the throne said in a distant tone, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

A strange color flashed in the eyes of the tired man, and he said calmly:

"Then as a winner, you will get one of my promises."

The boy on the throne sneered:

"Your promise? OK, I still have the request I asked back then. Can you do it if I want to meet Him?"

His cold and disdainful eyes swept over the man who had no integrity around him.

But the situation this time seemed to be beyond his expectations, and the man did not turn against him.

The man nodded slightly and said softly:

"Of course, the time... will be set in eight days."

"At that time, I will lead you to meet Him, but I will not interfere in your communication. Whether you are swept out after meeting or have a long conversation, it depends on yourself."

Hearing the words of the men around him, the boy on the throne shrank like gold-casting pupils, and his eyes seemed to be frozen on his face, trying to find a trace of lies.

The man faces it calmly with a smile.

"Eight days later?"

After a long silence, the boy on the throne asked quietly.

The man's tone was calm and powerful:

"Just eight days later! I never go back on my word!"

The boy on the throne pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he was sneering at the last words of the man. He withdrew his gaze and said indifferently:

"Then I'll wait here."

The man chuckled silently and walked out of the wreckage world of the old heaven.

Then look somewhere outside.

This man who claimed to be "the one who escaped from the world" and who had truly achieved the one who escaped from the world just now completed a bet with the one who supreme.

An old man wanted to use his grandeur to force him to actively reveal his true identity in the feast eight days later.

After thinking for a while, he decided not to let the old man who had beaten him up to get what he wanted.

How can there be good things in this world that everything is as your wish?

At least there is absolutely nothing here!

In this way, this transaction with the supreme one person and one god in one stroke.

A typical trick of killing two birds with one stone.

The man in a good mood suddenly looked at the "self" outside who finally had some youthful spirit, as if he looked in a mirror and saw himself when he was young.

Some miss it, some embarrassment.

I always feel like I deserve a beating. No wonder I didn’t even have many friends around me back then...

But now I don’t seem to have many friends?

The man shook his head helplessly, not knowing where the problem lies.

The man, whose body seemed to be more illusory and transparent, seemed to suddenly remember something interesting, and the burning color in his eyes covered his fatigue.

His mouth was slightly raised, his voice was joking, and he asked someone in a smile:

"Madman?"

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Wei Sun, who had closed his eyes and rested, suddenly woke up, flapping his wings alertly, looking around, trying to find out a potential enemy.

At that moment, it felt the old man's already round and connected momentum, and it shook uncontrollably, almost shattering its foothold!

The old man tugged his lips lightly.
Chapter completed!