After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn - Chapter 184

Huaibo: “…” This is pretty tyrannical.

Mojun picked up the pen and drew a random circle on the chessboard, “I’ll start now.”

She started in the corner and looked like a rookie.

Huaibo was originally afraid of her taking the initiative, and now he breathes a sigh of relief, but he still feels a little vacant. What if the devil comes again: “I think I have won, that’s it.”

The devil smiled: “Please.”

Huaibo said, “You haven’t said exactly how to bet.”

“How to bet?” The devil thought for a while and smiled: “Who do you care about most?”

Huaibo’s face was cold, and he looked at her coldly.

The devil laughed loudly, “Why do you have to be so scared, sir? Let’s do this, in the time of a stick of incense, you have defeated me, and within a year I will not fight against the fairy gate. If you lose,” she curled her lips and took out a few Block a wooden sign, think about it, write a few names on the sign, “I will kill one of them.”

She spread out the wooden cards, “Choose one now, who will be the bet.”

The wooden sign reads “Ye Yunxin”, “Jingyi”, “Zhao Jianyi”, “Mingying”, and Peiyu.

Huaibo clenched his hands tightly, “I don’t want to choose.”

Mojun: “Then what should I do? If you don’t choose, I have to do it now. It just so happens that I watched “To Be an Emotionless Killing Machine Now”, and I learned a lot, just to practice.”

Huaibo frowned and closed his eyes slightly, struggling in his heart.

Even if you are sure you will win, what if you lose? She never thought that such a problem would come to her, like driving a car that might get out of control, facing a fork in the road, and standing on every road with a person she cherishes, how should she choose?

The devil pointed to the wooden sign, “Family, friends, and lover,” she bent her eyes and said with a smile: “Who do you want to sacrifice?”

Huaibo opened his eyes, his eyes firm, without hesitation.

She took the wooden sign with Peiyu written on it, turned it over, and added her name on the back, “Two lives, bet for two years.”

The devil rubbed his palm and smiled: “Okay, happy.”

Huaibo asked: “Even if we kill your beloved general, you won’t make a move?”

Mojun: “Naturally, I swear by my real name Huazhi.” She paused, “This is the most important thing for me.”

Huaibo finally picked up the charcoal pencil and drew a piece on the board, “My bet is also the most important thing for me.”

The Demon Lord lifted the pen and hung it on the chess cloth. As long as she thought of it, she could solve thousands of ways to victory like the way of heaven.

But after a while, she just casually drew a circle again, “Mister said that natural selection of natural selection, I like it very much.”

Huaibo: “I didn’t bring it up. It was said by someone else. I’m just repeating it.”

The devil was a little surprised, and after a while he smiled sadly: “No matter, there is no time to see him again, not to mention that I am content to meet an interesting person like your husband.” She said, and fell a word.

…

The outcome has been determined.

Huaibo finally felt at ease, raised his eyes in amazement, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, “You…have no desire to win.”

The devil smiled, “Materials compete with natural selection, and those that are not tolerated in the world will always be eliminated. This world must always be passed on to future generations.”

She said, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, her red dress hanging down a little, revealing a white jade-like arm.

Huaibo drew the last shot and put the charcoal aside.

The devil curled his lips, “Actually, I came here just to see you. I was born a demon, and the world in my eyes is ugly. Killing is instinctive, but at that time, I didn’t think anything was wrong.”

She grabbed a pot of wine from the void, unable to tell whether it was loneliness or languidness in her eyes, “I thought everyone was like this, and I also thought that the world should have been bloody. But later I discovered that it was only me. “

“All demons can look back, but they don’t want it.”

She alone is destined to drift and never retreat.

Huai Bai looked at her quietly without speaking.

The sorrows and joys of people are not interlinked. She doesn’t feel that the devil is pitiful, but she is afraid that she will break the contract.

The devil raised his head and drank a sip of wine. The wine was sprinkled on the red shirt, making it even more magnificent, as if the car was burning with a fragrant fragrance.

“I learned from mortals, burning the most elegant incense, drinking the strongest wine, and seeing the most beautiful scenery, but I still can’t appreciate their emotions. I didn’t realize that I was the one to be eliminated until I saw your words. “She threw the flask out, “You are right, the fittest survive, I am the unwell.”

Huaibo frowned.

The devil said with a smile, “I didn’t plan to win this bet either. I know you have good card skills and you still have koi hidden in your body.”

Huaibo: “I don’t have one.”

The demon laughed, “Actually, what if you win, I will naturally not shoot at the fairy gate again, but the demon is no longer me.”

Huaibo stood up abruptly, “What do you mean!”

Demon Jundao: “I put that power in that child. What you see now is only the incarnation of my soul.”

She divided the soul, soul, and power. The soul came to Buddhism and listened specifically to the teachings, without regrets.

The soul is pinned on the peach branch, and he talks with Tianxin for a month, but he has longed for a long time.

As for the power that destroys the world, she chose to give in and dedicate it to another girl who is incompatible with this world.

The demon slumped on the chair, saw the shocked expression of Huaibai, and laughed: “But I can give you a piece of advice, that power can only be truly destroyed with the help of divine power. If you want to win, you must first take the artifact back.”

…

Heavy fragrance and wind, peach blossoms like rain.

Tian Xin stood up and looked at the girl in the red shirt on the wall.

Hua Zhi said, “Monk, I lost, and you didn’t win.”

Tianxin’s brows were furrowed, and the pale gold faintly appeared in his pupils. From the first sight, he knew that the person in front of him was the person he wanted to spend most.

But he can’t make it, no one can make it, just like Mingluan back then.

Hua Zhi threw the eternal lamp over, “Say yes, I will give you something if I lose, and I will pay you back this thing.”

Tianxin caught it, lowered his eyes, the light trembled, and the soft Buddha light was swimming in it like fireflies.

Hua Zhi said, “You can’t get through me.”

Just in the long days in the Ten Thousand Demon Caves, she still couldn’t help but recall that there was only a moment in thousands of years, and there was nothing memorable, except for the light of Buddha that helped the world.

The blind monk walked in the wind and snow, carrying a lantern, illuminating the world.

He step by step lotus flower, Buddha light protects his body, and is destined to reach the other shore.

Hua Zhi thought of seeing him for the first time, smiled, and said: “At that time, I forced you to make a great wish that you will never become a Buddha before you have all the demons in the world, nothing more, I will take back this wish.”

“I’ll take these eyes back,” Hua Guang realized, and two golden pearls appeared in her hand. These were the magic elements of two great demons. They have been nurtured by the Dharma for thousands of years, and they have gradually lost their demon nature. .

Hua Zhi said, “Go and be your Buddha, I won’t block your way.”

A breeze passed, and the broad monk robe fluttered like clouds.

Tian Xin opened his eyes wide, there was no expression in his eyes, but a lotus pattern appeared in his pupils. He carried the lamp, the Buddha’s light on his body was radiant.

The golden light was long, the clouds were like brocade, and in a flash, the small courtyard was full of golden lotus.

Wannian Xiang Buddha, if he hadn’t had these magic eyes, he would have already landed on the other side.

Hua Zhi squinted her eyes, holding a faint smile at the corner of her mouth-at the last moment, she learned two more things, letting go and fulfilling.

Tian Xin whispered: “I don’t want to become a Buddha.”

The sound fell, the strong wind rolled up, the clouds suddenly dispersed, the gold liquid poured down like rain, and the lotus pond swayed.

Tian Xin looked up and seemed to see a pair of compassionate eyes behind the cloud. Facing those eyes, facing the heavenly gods and Buddhas, he once again made a great wish: “If the common people live without crossing, I swear that I will not become a Buddha.”

Those eyes closed again.

The golden light gradually dissipated, Tianxin stood, monk’s robe swung frequently, and a pool of withered golden lotus behind him.

Hua Zhi sat on the wall, shaking his legs, “Why bother?”

Tianxin looked sad, and pleaded in a low voice: “Please let me pass you through.”

Even if it will take millions of years, even if you can never become a Buddha again.

Hua Zhi smiled, “I’m too tired. You say, what’s on the other side of the mountain?”

Without waiting for Tianxin to speak, she asked herself: “What is on the other side of the sea? What is on the other side of the sky?”

The world is like a huge cage, keeping her tightly here. A mortal can’t walk through this world in a poor life, but she only needs a moment of thought.

This world is really too small.

Hua Zhi wanted to break free from the shackles of heaven and earth, to take a look at the world beyond the sky, flapping its wings and flying above ninety thousand miles like a great bird.

Don’t be a devil again.

Her face became paler and paler, “What are you crying for?”

Tianxin said nothing, his face was full of tears.

Hua Zhi smiled and said, “It wasn’t you who taught me. Bodhi has no trees, and a mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in the first place. Where can the dust be caused?”

The figure on the wall was suddenly empty, and a branch of peach blossoms fell down.

Tianxin held the flower in both hands and fell to her knees. After a long time, she trembled and said, “The heart of the poor monk is already full of dust.”

The shadow of the sun slanted to the west, the bright moon rose from the sea, and the silver gleam shone on the earth.

The sky and the earth are vast, and when I look up, I see blooming branches and full moon in the sky.

…

The devil’s figure disappeared, and the car was completely empty.

Huaibo jumped out of the car, pierced a monster with a sword, and flew in front of Peiyu, leaning against her back, facing the thousands of horses.

In the East China Sea Yunshang Demon Palace, the purple-clothed girl walked out of the heavy gauze curtains, looking down at the peach blossoms, expressionless.

Dongting seemed to feel something, turned his head abruptly, and the blue chain on his wrist trembled violently.

Chang Ling felt the Demon Lord leave, flew over, and asked in a low voice, “Are you still fighting?”

Dongting’s eyes were cold, his spears were bitter, and thousands of miles of water rushed towards the barrier, “break the barrier first. If there is nothing to protect, they will give up.”

The great water entraps dust and sand, rolls over the wasteland, and disappears in a blink of an eye.

The ground kept shaking, and there was a loud bang, like a galloping horse.

The mortal soldiers retreated one after another, fleeing back on horseback, trying to hide in the enchantment.

As for the monsters behind them, they were flooded in a flash.

The flood roared and was unstoppable, destroying the huge trees along the barren hills.

Just as it was about to involve the soldiers, a towering mountain rose from the ground to block the torrential water.

Lingyang stood on the top of the peak, facing Dongting in a distance.