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220 Good luck to Mr. Ding.

Half past one in the morning.

[Your Ancestor] The total number of viewers in the live broadcast room reached more than 91 million.

Although the record number of viewers for a single live broadcast in the past ten years was nearly 4 billion... but that was because the four major federations worked hard to promote it and summoned almost everyone in Blue Star.

If there is no official intervention, the audience purely spontaneously pours into the live broadcast room... This number of more than 91 million will definitely leave a mark in the history of Blue Star!

In short, it is very awesome and you don’t need it if you are awesome.

So, the moment the notification from the game world appeared on the live broadcast interface, tens of millions of viewers looked at the mean smile on Ding Ze's face...

"Well, at such a happy moment, I decided to control myself and not beat you!"

"Haha, host, you laugh so cheaply, is this really good?"

"Actually, it's quite good. The anchor once again created something based on his skills and set a new record. He is qualified to laugh as much as he wants!"

"Well, having said that, if you are so mean, you will definitely get beaten in the future."

"That will happen in the future, be happy now!"

“The anchor is awesome!”

“…..”

In an instant, gifts flew out like crazy on the live broadcast interface, as if they were free of charge. They were bombarded continuously and indiscriminately.

Rich people like smoking, drinking, perming their hair, etc. are sparing no effort at this moment. In the blink of an eye, everyone has thrown away at least 10 million. I don't know how these guys can have so much money.

The bright moon hangs high and stars are everywhere.

Because the panel popped up on his own initiative, Ding Ze dropped into the live broadcast room to have a look, and of course he saw such a scene... money flying all over the sky.

To be honest, every time he saw such a scene, he couldn't help but feel that these idiotic spectators were too cute to say anything.

At the same time, he will also feel sorry for these idiotic viewers.

I mean it sincerely, it's not a pretentious comment.

After all, in Game World No. 666, the total amount of gifts accumulated since the live broadcast has exceeded 100 million...

He does like money, but this money is too much and he feels uneasy with it.

"Thank you guys for your support. I still have things to do here, so I'll chat with you later," Ding Ze whispered to the live broadcast room, then put away the panel and started to pull the three Partridge Whistle people up.

After a few hours, we returned to the ground.

The funny thing is that Thomas, who was almost uninjured and who had experienced so many dangers in a daze, was miraculously intact but somehow felt the deepest emotion.

As soon as he returned to the ground, he immediately fell to his knees with a decisive 'plop' sound, bursting into tears, and looked up at the sky with tears of gratitude.

"My God, thank you for saving me once again... I believe in God and have eternal life!"

Ding Ze heard: "???????"

Can this be tolerated?

Niang Xipi is obviously me, a partridge whistle, and it was Monk Luochen who saved you. What does it have to do with your God?

"Ahem! Father!"

Can't stand it, absolutely can't stand it.

Ding Ze lit a cigarette and said in a deliberately serious tone, "I'll give you a chance to say it again, but you have to take advantage of it, otherwise I will do justice to God!"

Father Thomas: "(ΩДΩ)!!!!!"

Ahhh! On one side is God, on the other side is the devil!

what do I do?

Father Thomas' thoughts were racing in an instant, and in less than a second, he had the answer!

By the way, in the country I live in now, there is an old saying that is very applicable to this situation. My God, maybe you have heard of it, it is said that people under the roof have to bow their heads.

The devil is by my side now and will take away my little life at any time, so my God, please forgive me for what I say next.

I guarantee that the following words are all false and do not count.

In this way, Father Thomas convinced himself unilaterally, and immediately said sincerely to Ding Ze and the others, "Mr. Ding, thank you three for saving me, although if you hadn't kidnapped me here in the first place, I would have

I don’t need to go through so many dangers...but thank you for saving me, thank you very much."

"God bless you!"

As soon as these words came out.

Ding Ze: "??????"

Partridge Whistle and Monk Löchen: "??????"

This guy is so clear and logical that I can't help but accept it.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled. Forget it, let's hurry to the town and find a hospital.

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The ruins of Heishui City are relatively remote.

The four of them set off on the road and waited until dawn before arriving at the nearest town. After another five or six hours of hard work, they arrived at a hospital in the city.

The injuries of Partridge Whistle and Monk Liaochen are relatively serious... This is nonsense, they both had their limbs amputated, how can it not be serious?

So the two of them couldn't leave for a while and had to stay in the hospital for a while.

Ding Ze could not stay here any longer, so after helping the two of them go through the hospitalization procedures, he prepared to leave.

"Well, Master Liao Chen, I have an appointment with someone and I have a big job to do, so I'm afraid I won't be able to stay with you here."

Partridge Whistle and Monk Liaochen are both inverted fighting craftsmen, so they naturally know what the big job Ding Ze talks about represents.

The two laughed and said a few words, such as paying attention to safety, and Ding Ze's farewell was almost over.

Almost, meaning a little bit worse.

To be precise, there are two different things.

Ding Ze smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I won't die that easily. I'm blessed with good fortune."

After finishing speaking, Ding Ze looked at Partridge Whistle, pretended to be embarrassed, scratched his head, and stopped talking.

When the Partridge Whistle saw this, as Ding Ze expected, he took the initiative to speak, "Brother Ding, if you have anything to say, just say it. There is nothing we can't say between us."

This was what Ding Ze was waiting for. He smiled and said, "Then let me tell you, can you lend me your cyclone shovel and diamond umbrella?"

When Partridge Whistle heard this, he was startled for a moment, and then he laughed happily as if he had been poked in his laughter hole, "I asked what the matter is, it turns out that this is it, Brother Ding, such a trivial matter, where is the need?"

Why are you hesitating? Just take it, I won’t need it anyway.”

Hearing this, Ding Ze didn't show any pretense and immediately responded, "Okay, then I won't be polite. If everything goes well, I will come find you in a while."

The Partridge Whistle has already told the address...the address is the address of Monk Liaochen's temple. He plans to go back to the temple with Monk Chen, chant sutras, and meditate.

Partridge Whistle nodded, "Okay, Brother Ding, have a nice trip."

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The first thing is done, there is only one thing left.

Ding Ze waved goodbye to Partridge Whistle and Monk Luochen, and quickly found Father Thomas after leaving the ward.

When the priest saw him, he subconsciously wanted to hide.

"Father, if you keep doing this, I'm really going to get angry," Ding Ze saw and joked with a smile.

The priest shrank his head, looking helpless.

It's really interesting.

"Okay, don't be like this. I'm leaving soon. I have something to ask of you. Don't worry, it's a good thing. Come and follow me."

Father Thomas actually didn't want to follow him, but as he said, he had seen Dingze cutting people like vegetables, so he didn't dare not to follow.

Soon, there was a deserted corner.

Ding Ze took out five necklaces from his backpack and handed them to Father Thomas, "Hey, I bullied you many times along the way. Now it's even. Didn't you say you wanted to build a school before? That's enough."

Father Thomas: "o((⊙﹏⊙))o"

There was a look of disbelief on his face, and he was stunned for a moment.

After being stunned for a while, a voice finally came out, "Ding, Mr. Ding, these things come from..."

"Shh!" Before Father Thomas could finish his words, Ding Ze immediately smiled and raised a finger to his mouth, signaling the priest to silence, "Do you still want to build a school?"

The fact is that Father Thomas is very aware of current affairs. He reacted immediately, nodded quickly, and thanked decisively, "Thank you, thank you Mr. Ding, I thank you on behalf of those children, you are a good devil."

"

Ding Ze: “…..”

Forget it, they're going to be separated soon, just let this guy go.

"Okay, don't be in a hurry to thank me. I just said that I have something to ask of you."

"Mr. Ding, please say something," Father Thomas said suddenly.

"I'm leaving now. I'll ask you to take care of Partridge Whistle and Monk Liaochen. You can't leave until they are discharged from the hospital, you know."

"Okay, no problem," Father Thomas agreed readily.

"Don't worry, there is one last thing. If Partridge Whistle changes his mind and wants to go to your hometown, you have to help. Can you do it?"

"Yes! No problem."

"Okay, manly man, keep your word. Don't wait for me to come back and find that you have not kept your promise. Then, when I find you...I will definitely find you, and then I won't be so easy to talk to. Do you understand?

?”

"Mr. Ding, don't worry, I promise to do it."

"Okay, I'll go then, no need to send you off."

"Okay, devil...oh no, be on your way, Mr. Ding."

“…..”


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