This is what you call a treasure?Rig half-squatted on the ground and looked at the old man with his eyes squinted, and his fingers were deliberately or unintentionally clicking on a brick. It was possible to put the old man in the form of a move at any time.
Of course.The old man nodded hurriedly, and looked at the little hooligan's eyes and became more and more frightened. Isn't it just that he had been in vain for more than ten days without paying for money? This little hooligan actually took a brick to smash his head. Well, even if the half-month meal and room money is a considerable amount, no one's life is worth it, right?
The fifteen-year-old hooligan looked at the black black bead on the old man's hand. Seeing a look of suspicion on his face, the old man said in a panic: Don't look at the inconspicuous bead, there is a demon Ah inside it, a demon that can help you achieve any wish!
Immortal, are you coaxing ghosts?Rig cursed: You really have a demon who will respond to your requests. Just ask it to give you a whole pile of silver coins, and you still need to owe me the money you owe to my family?
The rogue is not educated and will sooner or later defeat him. Rigg's ideal since childhood has become a famous rogue in Crete, so he always keeps this mom's mom in mind. Therefore, even though Rigg hates studying very much, he still did not drop out of school with great perseverance, which is also a strange flower among Crete rogues.
When he saw that the old man was still lying to death, Rig had already grabbed the brick at his feet with five fingers.
Seeing that the vicious little gangster was about to take action, the old man shook the beads in his hand in panic: What I said is true, there is really a demon here that can fulfill any wish you wish!
Devil, your head!The fifteen-year-old hooligan had no patience to salivate at a dry old man. He swung the brick and smashed it at the old man. Unexpectedly, when the brick was passed, the bead in the old man's hand emitted a halo and bounced back the brick that Rig swung.
I'll make it!The scared little hooligan was almost hit by the falling brick. He took two steps in a row and looked at the old man, unable to speak for a long time.
However, the old man shook his head with a tragic look on his face, looked at the beads in his hand and sighed: It's broken, it's broken, why did it alarm again?
Seeing the strange appearance of this old man, the little hooligan wanted to escape, but when he thought that he could not receive the money, his mother was angry, so she hesitated for a moment and shouted to the old man: Hey, old man, don’t think you can make money by making any weird things... My mother said that it’s not easy to live. We are a small businessman. We can collect less money for the past half month, but the food is all you have eaten, and you can’t lose a single copper!
The old man's face seemed to have grown a little older. He looked at the beads in his hand, then looked at Rig, who was full of alertness for a few steps away, then reached out to the little hooligan, pretending to be calm: I will use this bead to pay for your family's meals and room, this is a devil...
Seeing the little hooligan who was preparing to beat the man, the old man said: Actually, this is not a devil's bead, but a magic bead left to me by a magician...
Magician?Rigg suddenly felt horrified. Everything about Atlantis magician is mysterious and expensive. This common sense even the Crete gangsters understand.
Yes, the magician's orb!The old man nodded with a righteous face and emphasized his tone: Now, I will pay it to you as money for food, right?
The little hooligan couldn't help but wonder: How do you prove that it is a magician's thing?
Didn’t the brick you just now hit me?The old man said righteously, but the corners of his mouth were involuntarily tilted, looking very painful.
However, Rigg didn't notice it. When he recalled the brick he had just bounced back, he also felt that the bead was a bit magical. However, thinking of the dogma of the greedy mother's guidance since childhood, the little hooligan still asked carefully: Why are you willing to take out such a good thing?
I... The old man sighed a long time, shook his head, and said in a very regretful tone: This is the magician's treasure Ah. How could I take it out unless I had to... Alas... But...
He looked at the little hooligan and said seriously: If your family is willing to let me owe me the money for food and room for a while, this exchange can still be cancelled!
Drag your head!Rig snatched the bead in one go, looked at the dark and inconspicuous thing, snorted and asked: How to use this thing?
The old man said seriously: Just talk to it directly, it knows everything!Seeing Rigg's suspicious expression, the old man added: This is the magician's treasure!
oh.Rig suddenly realized, looked at the old man, and felt that he had snatched someone's treasure and suddenly felt a little conscientious and said: Well, I'll tell my mother, you can stay here for a few more days!
No!The old man screamed in panic. Seeing the little hooligan's surprised gaze, the old man quickly smiled and said: I'm fine in Crete, I should have left long ago... I'll leave after lunch...
Oh, then whatever you want!Seeing that the old man didn't accept his affection, Rig's apologies, who felt that he had taken a big advantage, also disappeared. You live first, I'll take the beads and show them to my mother... If my mother said it was not worth much, I'd have to come to you...
Can the magician's treasure be measured by worldly money?The old man wisely shouted behind Rig, but when he saw the little hooligan walking down the stairs, the old man immediately picked up his small bag with agility that was not in line with his age and slipped down the window of the room.
Mom, the guy who had eaten for half a month gave this payment.Rig found her busy mother downstairs, pulled her into the counter, handed the black beads to her mother, and said in a low voice: That person said, this is the magician's treasure... it is very valuable!
Like most middle-aged women in Atlantis, the fat Eva has a fanatical desire to make money and a strong curiosity. When she heard the words "The Magician's Treasure", her eyes were full of stars. Seeing that the beads handed over by her son were dark and inconspicuous, she still reached out to pick them up with extreme nervousness, and her mouth was still whispering the nagging that women used to say: Is it true?Not a liar...
Before she finished speaking, Eva's eyes widened, and her fat face was full of surprise. The bead on her son's hand was spread flat and placed in the palm of her palm, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hold it. The bead seemed to grow on Rigg's hand.
Rigg also noticed something strange about his mother, but he didn't understand why, but just asked in a strange voice: Mom, what's wrong?
The proprietress who was awakened by her son's questioning took a breath and whispered anxiously: This is really a treasure, please put it away, don't let anyone see it, do you hear it?
Of course, Rig, who was affirmed by his mother, was very happy. He nodded repeatedly, held the bead firmly in his hand, and whispered to his mother: Mom, the one upstairs...
Eva thought for the only time, so she resolutely said: Give him half a roast goose and tell him how long he will live... Maybe he is a magician...
No, right?Rigg widened his eyes: Just like him, could he still be a magician?
The magicians have weird tempers!Eva looked very insightful, and her small eyes on her fat face showed the cunning of a merchant, and she whispered: I heard that some magicians will deliberately pretend to be very desolate to examine people's hearts in order to find and test their inheritors...
Ah?Rig's mouth was so open that he could almost stuff a whole duck egg. If the guy upstairs was really a magician who was playing games, he would probably be out of luck by swinging him with a brick!
Son, go up and apologize to the magician!Eva also obviously thought of this and hurriedly said: Leave a good impression on him. Ah, the Ampa family's success depends entirely on you...
Rigg rushed to the second floor like a gust of wind, then rushed down like a gust of wind, panting at his mother and said, "Mom... He ran away... He pulled our sheets and tied them up into ropes and ran along the windowsill...
The heartless magician Ah Eva howled: A new pair of bed sheets costs three silver coins…
Mom, we are old... The little hooligan was afraid that his mother would be anxious, so he kindly reminded him: Our family has never bought new bed sheets...
The old one is worth fifty copper coins!Eva wailed again before looking at her son, her fat face was filled with disappointment: It seems that the Ampa family's success is no longer expected...
Seeing his mother's loss, Rig couldn't help but comfort her: Mom, being a hooligan is also a promising job...
roll!Is there any comparison between a rogue and a magician?Eva angrily scolded her, shouted and ran away, then sat behind the counter and hugged her chest and became extremely sad and depressed.
What's good about a magician?Regg, who returned to his room, was a little depressed and habitually threw the beads in his hand onto the table. He just threw them out and remembered that this was not the usual key. Before he could react, he saw in shock that the thrown bead hovered around the table and flew back to his hand, like a ball of reflexes with elastic tendons.
I'm going to... Is this the magic of magic?Rigg looked at the beads on his hand, but he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Bad magic!A very disdainful voice suddenly sounded inside the bead.
who?Who is it?Rigg was startled and screamed in surprise.After looking around for a few seconds, the little hooligan couldn't help but be even more surprised.
I am the Devil's Core No. 47, but I'm not as low-level as humans!The voice rang in Rigg's ears indifferently, his tone filled with complacentness for his identity and contempt for humanity.
Devil Core No. 47?Rigg suddenly woke up and looked at the bead in his hand: You are here... Are you the devil who is locked up?
Ah Bah!The voice said angrily: Who can have the ability to do with me?I am born like this. Do you, a low-level human, understand what the devil’s core is?
Rigg didn't care about the bead's swear words. The swear words among the little hooligans were much more rude than the bead. He just looked at the bead curiously and asked: That old guy... Well, the old magician said that you can realize any wish, right?
He is a shit magician!Zhuzi cursed and said: Any wish I can come true, but you have to sign a contract with me first!
Is it a magic contract?Rigg immediately said with infinite longing: Did you sign a contract with you? I am just a magician?In the future, if I fight with the group of hooligans on Daxi Street, I can hit them with fireballs, smashing two at a time, hitting one, and throwing one...
Your ideal is idiotic!Zhuzi commented without hesitation.
No matter whether it is an idiot or a great one, as long as the ideal can be realized, it is a good ideal!Rigg said anxiously: Dear Devil Core No. 47, can I sign a contract with you?
Zhuzi snorted coldly: Call me the great Lord Sale!
Great Lord Sale, please sign the supreme magic contract with merely Reig Ampa!Rigg couldn't wait to scream, plagiarizing the magician's performance on the stage play, and making up a vow.
Are you dreaming, such a magic contract that is easy to sign?Zhuzi scolded the earth buns who had never seen the world.
Rigg was stunned for a moment: How should I sign it?
Drop your blood on the core!The beads said coldly.
Bleeding Ah?Rigg trembled and couldn't help asking: How much do you want to put?
Aren't you a hooligan?Are you still afraid of bloodletting?Zhuzi asked strangely.
I'm just a little hooligan... Rigg's face turned red at first sight, and he said embarrassedly: I haven't officially joined the organization yet...
Is there any age limit for the gangster gang in the Principality of Plato?The bead really seems to have great magical powers, and it actually knows where it is!
That's not, but my mother said that if any club collects me, I have to pay my salary, subsidies, and overtime pay... If I get injured, I have to be considered an employee injury. If I die, I have to give her pensions and pensions... Now that the gangster gang is in a downturn, no organization dares to accept me!Rigg sighed quite discouragedly.
Zhuzi said in surprise: Can your mother control the gangster gang Ah?
Rig smiled bitterly: My mother's family is an old resident of several generations of Crete. Now she is the one who is watching her grow up outside... Moreover, Uncle Hank, the commander of the city defense force of Crete, was my father's comrade-in-arms during his lifetime, and he has always taken good care of my family!
I can't tell, you still have some background!Zhuzi said: But since you have a background and a good family background, why do you want to be a hooligan?
Rigg laughed and said: My mother said, as long as I don’t join the army, I can do whatever I want!
Is it because your father died on the battlefield?Zhuzi disagreed: Being a hooligan is not necessarily safe!
My mother said that when my father was a hooligan at home, he was very safe and he died when he went to the army!Rigg was a little proud: I can inherit my father's business!
I suddenly don’t want to sign a contract with you!Bead suddenly swears again.
Rigg was stunned for a moment and said nervously: Why?
I am the great and wise devil core No. 47, how can I hang out with a hooligan?Zhuzi said angrily: And he is a low-level hooligan who doesn’t even dare to bleed!
Who said I dare not bleed?When Rig heard that he was being looked down upon, he was furious and reached out to take a fruit knife on the table, quickly pulled a hole in his finger, and pressed the beads on his hand directly on the bleeding wound!
This is not in accordance with the rules... Beads had only howled and emitted a red light. After a flash of light, a dull voice sounded in the room: The Devil Core No. 47 Life Community was completed for the 149th time... The magic of shared life began to run...
Rigg said in surprise: What does this mean?
It means that now your life is my own!Zhuzi snorted coldly and laughed sarcastically: The old man who ran away just now, do you know how old he is?
Rigg suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart and said carefully: Look at him like that, he is at least in his sixties or seventies, right?
Ha ha!Zhuzi laughed arrogantly: I was sixty or seventy years old, tell you, that guy’s real age is only twenty-one... He is the 148th life-sharing body of Lord Bensalle, and it has only been less than three years since he shared his life with me...
It's only three years old, from 18 to 70?Thinking of the old man's aging and weakness, Rig couldn't help but shivered. He suddenly realized: No wonder that guy tried hard to stuff this bead for me. It turned out that he wanted to transfer this scourge to me!
Boy, who do you think is the scourge?Beads said unceremoniously.
Regg shivered for a moment, and just wanted to make a sound of mercy, but he remembered the miserable appearance of the twenty-one-year-old man. He couldn't help but get angry. He looked at the beads with his eyes slanted and said in a squirming manner: "You're talking about you, why don't you accept it?"
How dare you say that the great and wise Lord Sale is a scourge?The bead was so angry that it trembled in Rig's hand. A flash of light appeared on the black bead's body. It said angrily: If I hadn't harmed my life-sharing body, you would have been struck by lightning!
oh?Can't you harm me?After being a gangster for a long time, he reacted faster. Rigg quickly grabbed Zhuzi's grammatical problem: That means, you won't allow others to harm me Luo?
Zhuzi snorted coldly: Every time I help you resist external damage, I will automatically absorb your doubled vitality as energy conversion...
The little hooligan suddenly realized: No wonder you helped that guy block a brick, but his face was so ugly... The life you absorbed was better than just letting him get hit by that brick, right?
Zhuzi snorted coldly again, but didn't say anything, it seemed that he had made a promise.
I said... Rigg thought for a moment and asked carefully: Can I turn you over like that guy?
Don't worry, when your vitality is not enough to absorb my energy, I will automatically terminate the contract and find the next life sharing body... just like that guy just now!Zhuzi smiled sinisterly: But before this, if you want to get rid of me, don’t even think about it!
Rigg was stunned for a while before he said blankly: It's indeed a devil... Are you a fraudulent person?
It's that meaningful!The beads have no intention of concealing at all. If you are not convinced, you will die. But I’m sorry, even if you want to commit suicide now, I will automatically absorb your vitality to help you survive...
What you mean is that after signing that magic contract with you, you can’t even die?Rigg took a breath: Can you just wait to die?
No need to die. When you are so old that I can't suck, you can find the next Kazi like today. As long as the other party agrees to take over, the great Lord Sale will leave you happily!Zhuzi laughed and said: You will spend a very peaceful old age!
Thinking that he would start to spend his old age in two or three years, Rig was in a daze. After a long time, he looked at Zhuzi and asked: How many people have you harmed with this method?
You are Lord Bensal's 149th life-sharing body... Zhuzi hummed.
The little hooligan calculated it with his not much mathematical knowledge and said in surprise: So, you have been in trouble for 450 years?
None of the shared body is like that useless guy who can only last for three years!Zhuzi said disdainfully: I have been living a life-sharing for more than a thousand years...
More than a thousand years...How long has the longest lasted?The little hooligan exclaimed.
The longest one, more than eighty years!Zhuzi seemed to be trapped in memories: That guy is very powerful, and I can't use it all... If he hadn't met an opponent that I couldn't even resist, he might be alive now!
Can you still live now?Rigg was startled: Aren’t you going to absorb the life of the shared body?How could he live to his eighties?And can you still live?
No knowledge!Zhuzi said in a tone of mental retardation: I didn’t meet me when I was born. When I met him, he was almost thirty years old. When I died, he was almost 120 years old... I really miss those worry-free days in my life...
The little hooligan was stunned when he heard this: He has been sucked by you for more than 80 years and has not died yet?
As long as I can provide sufficient energy, I don’t have to absorb shared life!Zhuzi snorted coldly: And as long as I am around the shared body, basically, no harm can be applied to the shared body!
Then what energy do you need?Rigg asked immediately.
Magic crystal!The beads screamed like a wolf: As long as you have sufficient magic crystals, the great and wise Lord Sale will make his life share his body and wishes come true and become the god in this world...
Of course.The old man nodded hurriedly, and looked at the little hooligan's eyes and became more and more frightened. Isn't it just that he had been in vain for more than ten days without paying for money? This little hooligan actually took a brick to smash his head. Well, even if the half-month meal and room money is a considerable amount, no one's life is worth it, right?
The fifteen-year-old hooligan looked at the black black bead on the old man's hand. Seeing a look of suspicion on his face, the old man said in a panic: Don't look at the inconspicuous bead, there is a demon Ah inside it, a demon that can help you achieve any wish!
Immortal, are you coaxing ghosts?Rig cursed: You really have a demon who will respond to your requests. Just ask it to give you a whole pile of silver coins, and you still need to owe me the money you owe to my family?
The rogue is not educated and will sooner or later defeat him. Rigg's ideal since childhood has become a famous rogue in Crete, so he always keeps this mom's mom in mind. Therefore, even though Rigg hates studying very much, he still did not drop out of school with great perseverance, which is also a strange flower among Crete rogues.
When he saw that the old man was still lying to death, Rig had already grabbed the brick at his feet with five fingers.
Seeing that the vicious little gangster was about to take action, the old man shook the beads in his hand in panic: What I said is true, there is really a demon here that can fulfill any wish you wish!
Devil, your head!The fifteen-year-old hooligan had no patience to salivate at a dry old man. He swung the brick and smashed it at the old man. Unexpectedly, when the brick was passed, the bead in the old man's hand emitted a halo and bounced back the brick that Rig swung.
I'll make it!The scared little hooligan was almost hit by the falling brick. He took two steps in a row and looked at the old man, unable to speak for a long time.
However, the old man shook his head with a tragic look on his face, looked at the beads in his hand and sighed: It's broken, it's broken, why did it alarm again?
Seeing the strange appearance of this old man, the little hooligan wanted to escape, but when he thought that he could not receive the money, his mother was angry, so she hesitated for a moment and shouted to the old man: Hey, old man, don’t think you can make money by making any weird things... My mother said that it’s not easy to live. We are a small businessman. We can collect less money for the past half month, but the food is all you have eaten, and you can’t lose a single copper!
The old man's face seemed to have grown a little older. He looked at the beads in his hand, then looked at Rig, who was full of alertness for a few steps away, then reached out to the little hooligan, pretending to be calm: I will use this bead to pay for your family's meals and room, this is a devil...
Seeing the little hooligan who was preparing to beat the man, the old man said: Actually, this is not a devil's bead, but a magic bead left to me by a magician...
Magician?Rigg suddenly felt horrified. Everything about Atlantis magician is mysterious and expensive. This common sense even the Crete gangsters understand.
Yes, the magician's orb!The old man nodded with a righteous face and emphasized his tone: Now, I will pay it to you as money for food, right?
The little hooligan couldn't help but wonder: How do you prove that it is a magician's thing?
Didn’t the brick you just now hit me?The old man said righteously, but the corners of his mouth were involuntarily tilted, looking very painful.
However, Rigg didn't notice it. When he recalled the brick he had just bounced back, he also felt that the bead was a bit magical. However, thinking of the dogma of the greedy mother's guidance since childhood, the little hooligan still asked carefully: Why are you willing to take out such a good thing?
I... The old man sighed a long time, shook his head, and said in a very regretful tone: This is the magician's treasure Ah. How could I take it out unless I had to... Alas... But...
He looked at the little hooligan and said seriously: If your family is willing to let me owe me the money for food and room for a while, this exchange can still be cancelled!
Drag your head!Rig snatched the bead in one go, looked at the dark and inconspicuous thing, snorted and asked: How to use this thing?
The old man said seriously: Just talk to it directly, it knows everything!Seeing Rigg's suspicious expression, the old man added: This is the magician's treasure!
oh.Rig suddenly realized, looked at the old man, and felt that he had snatched someone's treasure and suddenly felt a little conscientious and said: Well, I'll tell my mother, you can stay here for a few more days!
No!The old man screamed in panic. Seeing the little hooligan's surprised gaze, the old man quickly smiled and said: I'm fine in Crete, I should have left long ago... I'll leave after lunch...
Oh, then whatever you want!Seeing that the old man didn't accept his affection, Rig's apologies, who felt that he had taken a big advantage, also disappeared. You live first, I'll take the beads and show them to my mother... If my mother said it was not worth much, I'd have to come to you...
Can the magician's treasure be measured by worldly money?The old man wisely shouted behind Rig, but when he saw the little hooligan walking down the stairs, the old man immediately picked up his small bag with agility that was not in line with his age and slipped down the window of the room.
Mom, the guy who had eaten for half a month gave this payment.Rig found her busy mother downstairs, pulled her into the counter, handed the black beads to her mother, and said in a low voice: That person said, this is the magician's treasure... it is very valuable!
Like most middle-aged women in Atlantis, the fat Eva has a fanatical desire to make money and a strong curiosity. When she heard the words "The Magician's Treasure", her eyes were full of stars. Seeing that the beads handed over by her son were dark and inconspicuous, she still reached out to pick them up with extreme nervousness, and her mouth was still whispering the nagging that women used to say: Is it true?Not a liar...
Before she finished speaking, Eva's eyes widened, and her fat face was full of surprise. The bead on her son's hand was spread flat and placed in the palm of her palm, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hold it. The bead seemed to grow on Rigg's hand.
Rigg also noticed something strange about his mother, but he didn't understand why, but just asked in a strange voice: Mom, what's wrong?
The proprietress who was awakened by her son's questioning took a breath and whispered anxiously: This is really a treasure, please put it away, don't let anyone see it, do you hear it?
Of course, Rig, who was affirmed by his mother, was very happy. He nodded repeatedly, held the bead firmly in his hand, and whispered to his mother: Mom, the one upstairs...
Eva thought for the only time, so she resolutely said: Give him half a roast goose and tell him how long he will live... Maybe he is a magician...
No, right?Rigg widened his eyes: Just like him, could he still be a magician?
The magicians have weird tempers!Eva looked very insightful, and her small eyes on her fat face showed the cunning of a merchant, and she whispered: I heard that some magicians will deliberately pretend to be very desolate to examine people's hearts in order to find and test their inheritors...
Ah?Rig's mouth was so open that he could almost stuff a whole duck egg. If the guy upstairs was really a magician who was playing games, he would probably be out of luck by swinging him with a brick!
Son, go up and apologize to the magician!Eva also obviously thought of this and hurriedly said: Leave a good impression on him. Ah, the Ampa family's success depends entirely on you...
Rigg rushed to the second floor like a gust of wind, then rushed down like a gust of wind, panting at his mother and said, "Mom... He ran away... He pulled our sheets and tied them up into ropes and ran along the windowsill...
The heartless magician Ah Eva howled: A new pair of bed sheets costs three silver coins…
Mom, we are old... The little hooligan was afraid that his mother would be anxious, so he kindly reminded him: Our family has never bought new bed sheets...
The old one is worth fifty copper coins!Eva wailed again before looking at her son, her fat face was filled with disappointment: It seems that the Ampa family's success is no longer expected...
Seeing his mother's loss, Rig couldn't help but comfort her: Mom, being a hooligan is also a promising job...
roll!Is there any comparison between a rogue and a magician?Eva angrily scolded her, shouted and ran away, then sat behind the counter and hugged her chest and became extremely sad and depressed.
What's good about a magician?Regg, who returned to his room, was a little depressed and habitually threw the beads in his hand onto the table. He just threw them out and remembered that this was not the usual key. Before he could react, he saw in shock that the thrown bead hovered around the table and flew back to his hand, like a ball of reflexes with elastic tendons.
I'm going to... Is this the magic of magic?Rigg looked at the beads on his hand, but he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Bad magic!A very disdainful voice suddenly sounded inside the bead.
who?Who is it?Rigg was startled and screamed in surprise.After looking around for a few seconds, the little hooligan couldn't help but be even more surprised.
I am the Devil's Core No. 47, but I'm not as low-level as humans!The voice rang in Rigg's ears indifferently, his tone filled with complacentness for his identity and contempt for humanity.
Devil Core No. 47?Rigg suddenly woke up and looked at the bead in his hand: You are here... Are you the devil who is locked up?
Ah Bah!The voice said angrily: Who can have the ability to do with me?I am born like this. Do you, a low-level human, understand what the devil’s core is?
Rigg didn't care about the bead's swear words. The swear words among the little hooligans were much more rude than the bead. He just looked at the bead curiously and asked: That old guy... Well, the old magician said that you can realize any wish, right?
He is a shit magician!Zhuzi cursed and said: Any wish I can come true, but you have to sign a contract with me first!
Is it a magic contract?Rigg immediately said with infinite longing: Did you sign a contract with you? I am just a magician?In the future, if I fight with the group of hooligans on Daxi Street, I can hit them with fireballs, smashing two at a time, hitting one, and throwing one...
Your ideal is idiotic!Zhuzi commented without hesitation.
No matter whether it is an idiot or a great one, as long as the ideal can be realized, it is a good ideal!Rigg said anxiously: Dear Devil Core No. 47, can I sign a contract with you?
Zhuzi snorted coldly: Call me the great Lord Sale!
Great Lord Sale, please sign the supreme magic contract with merely Reig Ampa!Rigg couldn't wait to scream, plagiarizing the magician's performance on the stage play, and making up a vow.
Are you dreaming, such a magic contract that is easy to sign?Zhuzi scolded the earth buns who had never seen the world.
Rigg was stunned for a moment: How should I sign it?
Drop your blood on the core!The beads said coldly.
Bleeding Ah?Rigg trembled and couldn't help asking: How much do you want to put?
Aren't you a hooligan?Are you still afraid of bloodletting?Zhuzi asked strangely.
I'm just a little hooligan... Rigg's face turned red at first sight, and he said embarrassedly: I haven't officially joined the organization yet...
Is there any age limit for the gangster gang in the Principality of Plato?The bead really seems to have great magical powers, and it actually knows where it is!
That's not, but my mother said that if any club collects me, I have to pay my salary, subsidies, and overtime pay... If I get injured, I have to be considered an employee injury. If I die, I have to give her pensions and pensions... Now that the gangster gang is in a downturn, no organization dares to accept me!Rigg sighed quite discouragedly.
Zhuzi said in surprise: Can your mother control the gangster gang Ah?
Rig smiled bitterly: My mother's family is an old resident of several generations of Crete. Now she is the one who is watching her grow up outside... Moreover, Uncle Hank, the commander of the city defense force of Crete, was my father's comrade-in-arms during his lifetime, and he has always taken good care of my family!
I can't tell, you still have some background!Zhuzi said: But since you have a background and a good family background, why do you want to be a hooligan?
Rigg laughed and said: My mother said, as long as I don’t join the army, I can do whatever I want!
Is it because your father died on the battlefield?Zhuzi disagreed: Being a hooligan is not necessarily safe!
My mother said that when my father was a hooligan at home, he was very safe and he died when he went to the army!Rigg was a little proud: I can inherit my father's business!
I suddenly don’t want to sign a contract with you!Bead suddenly swears again.
Rigg was stunned for a moment and said nervously: Why?
I am the great and wise devil core No. 47, how can I hang out with a hooligan?Zhuzi said angrily: And he is a low-level hooligan who doesn’t even dare to bleed!
Who said I dare not bleed?When Rig heard that he was being looked down upon, he was furious and reached out to take a fruit knife on the table, quickly pulled a hole in his finger, and pressed the beads on his hand directly on the bleeding wound!
This is not in accordance with the rules... Beads had only howled and emitted a red light. After a flash of light, a dull voice sounded in the room: The Devil Core No. 47 Life Community was completed for the 149th time... The magic of shared life began to run...
Rigg said in surprise: What does this mean?
It means that now your life is my own!Zhuzi snorted coldly and laughed sarcastically: The old man who ran away just now, do you know how old he is?
Rigg suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart and said carefully: Look at him like that, he is at least in his sixties or seventies, right?
Ha ha!Zhuzi laughed arrogantly: I was sixty or seventy years old, tell you, that guy’s real age is only twenty-one... He is the 148th life-sharing body of Lord Bensalle, and it has only been less than three years since he shared his life with me...
It's only three years old, from 18 to 70?Thinking of the old man's aging and weakness, Rig couldn't help but shivered. He suddenly realized: No wonder that guy tried hard to stuff this bead for me. It turned out that he wanted to transfer this scourge to me!
Boy, who do you think is the scourge?Beads said unceremoniously.
Regg shivered for a moment, and just wanted to make a sound of mercy, but he remembered the miserable appearance of the twenty-one-year-old man. He couldn't help but get angry. He looked at the beads with his eyes slanted and said in a squirming manner: "You're talking about you, why don't you accept it?"
How dare you say that the great and wise Lord Sale is a scourge?The bead was so angry that it trembled in Rig's hand. A flash of light appeared on the black bead's body. It said angrily: If I hadn't harmed my life-sharing body, you would have been struck by lightning!
oh?Can't you harm me?After being a gangster for a long time, he reacted faster. Rigg quickly grabbed Zhuzi's grammatical problem: That means, you won't allow others to harm me Luo?
Zhuzi snorted coldly: Every time I help you resist external damage, I will automatically absorb your doubled vitality as energy conversion...
The little hooligan suddenly realized: No wonder you helped that guy block a brick, but his face was so ugly... The life you absorbed was better than just letting him get hit by that brick, right?
Zhuzi snorted coldly again, but didn't say anything, it seemed that he had made a promise.
I said... Rigg thought for a moment and asked carefully: Can I turn you over like that guy?
Don't worry, when your vitality is not enough to absorb my energy, I will automatically terminate the contract and find the next life sharing body... just like that guy just now!Zhuzi smiled sinisterly: But before this, if you want to get rid of me, don’t even think about it!
Rigg was stunned for a while before he said blankly: It's indeed a devil... Are you a fraudulent person?
It's that meaningful!The beads have no intention of concealing at all. If you are not convinced, you will die. But I’m sorry, even if you want to commit suicide now, I will automatically absorb your vitality to help you survive...
What you mean is that after signing that magic contract with you, you can’t even die?Rigg took a breath: Can you just wait to die?
No need to die. When you are so old that I can't suck, you can find the next Kazi like today. As long as the other party agrees to take over, the great Lord Sale will leave you happily!Zhuzi laughed and said: You will spend a very peaceful old age!
Thinking that he would start to spend his old age in two or three years, Rig was in a daze. After a long time, he looked at Zhuzi and asked: How many people have you harmed with this method?
You are Lord Bensal's 149th life-sharing body... Zhuzi hummed.
The little hooligan calculated it with his not much mathematical knowledge and said in surprise: So, you have been in trouble for 450 years?
None of the shared body is like that useless guy who can only last for three years!Zhuzi said disdainfully: I have been living a life-sharing for more than a thousand years...
More than a thousand years...How long has the longest lasted?The little hooligan exclaimed.
The longest one, more than eighty years!Zhuzi seemed to be trapped in memories: That guy is very powerful, and I can't use it all... If he hadn't met an opponent that I couldn't even resist, he might be alive now!
Can you still live now?Rigg was startled: Aren’t you going to absorb the life of the shared body?How could he live to his eighties?And can you still live?
No knowledge!Zhuzi said in a tone of mental retardation: I didn’t meet me when I was born. When I met him, he was almost thirty years old. When I died, he was almost 120 years old... I really miss those worry-free days in my life...
The little hooligan was stunned when he heard this: He has been sucked by you for more than 80 years and has not died yet?
As long as I can provide sufficient energy, I don’t have to absorb shared life!Zhuzi snorted coldly: And as long as I am around the shared body, basically, no harm can be applied to the shared body!
Then what energy do you need?Rigg asked immediately.
Magic crystal!The beads screamed like a wolf: As long as you have sufficient magic crystals, the great and wise Lord Sale will make his life share his body and wishes come true and become the god in this world...
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