A generation of demons, indeed, apart from Xu Xiaoshou, the rest of the youth are nothing but ordinary, even those trained by Yu Zhiwen herself.
"Look up!"
He shouted suddenly.
Yu Zhiwen was so frightened that she trembled and looked up only to find darkness.
Thankfully, although Xu Xiaoshou was absent, Yue big sister and Liu big sister reached out their hands.
Dao Qiongcang was too lazy to waste words: "After you go to Lingyu Mountain, you will et Hua Changdeng. Hua Changdeng used ruthless thods to kill Yu Kunpeng at the Wu Rao Emperor Realm..."
"Beast!" Yue Gongnu rebuked angrily.
"Uh, I’m just stating a fact." Dao Qiongcang said, opening his mouth, then changing his tone, pointing at the two won:
"If Bazhun’an wants to kill Hua Changdeng, or if he cannot, but Xu Xiaoshou cos out and tries to kill Hua Changdeng."
"And I say, Hua Changdeng cannot die. Will you stop your little brat, Xu the bottom?"
Yue Gongnu and Yu Zhiwen were stunned.
Hua Changdeng can’t die, what does this an?
Dao Qiongcang waved his hand, indicating that the two won need not answer: "Just a reminder, whether you care or not is irrelevant, no need to answer, make your choice. After all, you probably won’t listen to ..."
He let the matter drop, squeezing a benevolent smile out as he took out a wooden box wrapped in black cloth from his bosom, whose contents were completely beyond visible.
He solemnly handed the black cloth wooden box to Yu Zhiwen, saying:
"Your moon sister says I placed my bets on three houses. You think Xu Xiaoshou is still a variable, actually, I think you’re right, and I also hope I am wrong."
"If after this battle, Bazhun’an is dead, Xu Xiaoshou is dead, this black cloth box has no aning at all, you can open it or discard it."
The two won reacted differently, Dao Qiongcang remained oblivious, never caring about the reactions, choices, or answers of outsiders, nor did he want to hear the responses of the ordinary:
"But if Bazhun’an is out, Xu Xiaoshou survives, the Ancestral God is completely extinguished, all is complete."
"This box, please hand it over to Xu Xiaoshou for , thank you."
Dao Qiongcang bowed sincerely, his attitude, his change, truly frightening.
Yu Zhiwen weakly accepted the black cloth box.
She was completely confused, having no idea which of Dao Qiongcang’s words were true, false, useful, or re nonsense.
Before the Hallmaster, she was like a Heavenly chanism Puppet.
Yue Gongnu watched silently, seeing Dao Qiongcang retreat, she didn’t speak again, only continuously pointing north, towards Lingyu Mountain.
She was undoubtedly the guide.
But thinking that even in the so-called "perfect ending" that damned Dao Qiongcang spoke of, Bazhun’an is still out...
Yue Gongnu couldn’t help but want to speak.
Dao Qiongcang just happened to gesture for silence: "I know what you want to ask, don’t ask."
"Dao Qiongcang!" Yue Gongnu was both angry and furious, really wanting to strike.
Dao Qiongcang still provided a channel for emotional venting.
He took out a copper coin, tossed it up, then caught it in his palm, looking at Yue Gongnu:
"Old ga, guess heads or tails, no prize if correct."
His lips slightly curled, glancing at Yu Zhiwen, "She believes in variables, you might as well believe in them too, a bit of innocence is good."
Yue Gongnu glared back coldly.
This indeed was an old ga, sothing Dao Qiongcang often played when he began his career as a spiritual guide, her red lips parted:
"Heads."
Dao Qiongcang opened his hand, the coin was tails.
He smiled, tossed the coin up again with a twang, "Three tries, last chance, seize it, moon sister."
"Heads!"
Dao Qiongcang opened his hand, the coin was tails.
With a snap, he directly crushed the coin, placing both hands at the back of his head, shaking his head as he walked away laughing from this place:
"Ti! Fate!"
"Co back!" Yue Gongnu shouted, her voice suppressed with anger, "Third ti, last chance!"
Dao Qiongcang stopped, standing on the sea, his lower body subrged, he didn’t turn back: "Gamblers will always lose."
"Third ti, last chance!" Yue Gongnu repeated.
Dao Qiongcang turned, and again took out a copper coin, indicating heads and tails to the three won on both sides, showing he hadn’t manipulated it:
"Heads? Tails?"
Yue Gongnu hesitated for a long ti, then spoke heavily:
"Tails!"
Twang—
Dao Qiongcang flicked the coin high, laughing with his mouth: "Not firm at all."
The coin hadn’t yet landed when his form turned into starlight, vanishing over the Nanming Sea.
Buzz buzz buzz...
The thrown destiny, by coincidence, fell on the thumbnail-sized little stone slab in front of the three won, rotating for a long ti without stopping.
As if destiny was so, the coin could spin for a century, representing eternal variables.
"Wow!"
But it didn’t last a century.
After only a few breaths, the waves hit, droplets struck the coin, and with a pop, the coin lay dead on the little stone slab.
The world was silent.
Yue Gongnu looked down.
Dao Qiongcang’s coin, on one side was carved an eight, on the other side, the Saint Servant’s emblem—a bare figure hugging their knees, crying.
She had seen the two faces of the Saint Servant.
This last face, the yellow coin lying dead on the little stone slab, inscribed with "eight"!
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