The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old - Chapter 895:
Chapter 895: Sixth Brother’s Big Gamble (1)
“Only its owner can pull it out?” Lu Huaijiang murmured softly.
The pain in his right hand was so intense that it seemed to pierce into his soul.
“This kind of divine sword is specially used against the Evils. If he was injured, his soul would be injured as well. You’ll have to suffer.” The Evil God’s face was filled with disdain.
Lu Huaijiang did not want to listen to his mockery. She immediately reached out and flipped the young man’s hair away.
Her hair was as black as ink. Even after so many years, her hair was not tied at all.
Lu Huaijiang lifted her hair bit by bit, revealing the original face of a young man.
When Lu Huaijiang saw that face, she was slightly stunned.
“He looks a little different from you, doesn’t he? Speaking of which, I’m also very surprised that Sixth Brother has really grown into a gentleman.” From his appearance, one could tell that he was righteous and had an aura of justice.
With one look, one could tell that he was a determined person with a great Dao in his heart and was unwavering for that Dao.
It was also the appearance that many women liked.
After all, the white-robed immortal’s cold expression was enough to make many women fall for him.
“He was originally a gentleman.” Lu Huaijiang had to admit that the eight alternate accounts of the Evil God had really grown into a gentleman.
The Evil God’s lips moved, but he did not refute.
He had no objections to this.
“He was killed by the divine sword, so why didn’t he disappear into thin air? Why does it still exist in this world?”
Lu Huaijiang’s ears twitched slightly when she heard the sound of the bell.
“Because his obsession hasn’t disappeared, and his obsession is deep. This was also the reason why he failed. He was arrogant and overly conceited. Therefore, he took part in a huge gamble. His obsession is probably a bet.”
The Evil God sounded annoyed.
“What kind of bet is it?”
The Evil God was a little impatient, or rather, he didn’t want Lu Huaijiang to know the contents of the bet. ” Why are you asking? I won’t tell you even if I ask! ” He gritted his teeth in anger.
He even stomped his foot hard.
Lu Huaijiang raised an eyebrow. ” It’s up to you whether you want to say it or not. Stop stomping your feet. Lulu’s stomping is very cute. ” You stomp your feet. You’re so sissy.”
Evil God!
Damn it, Eighth Brother is here to jinx me!
At this moment, the iron chains were clattering. With a gust of wind, Lu Huaijiang stealthily hid in a corner.
If someone were to come in at this moment, they would probably not notice Lu Huaijiang’s figure at all.
Lu Huaijiang looked at the man who was tightly restrained with a burning gaze.
The iron chain trembled slightly, as if some kind of power was helping him.
Pa da.
All the chains were broken.
It was as if there was some kind of power supporting him, allowing him to slowly fall to the ground.
The moment he landed, the ground was covered with charms and incense burner ashes that had been lit up. As soon as his foot landed, it was scalded and sizzled.
The young man had a straight back and a handsome figure. If he was alive, the world would probably lose its luster.
His era must be filled with his legends.
His eyes were tightly shut as he quickly stepped on the talisman, ignoring the burns.
“What kind of bet is it that he’s so persistent about? He didn’t even want to become a demon when he was alive, but when he died, he became an evil creature.” Lu Huaijiang’s figure flashed as he followed.
“Even after becoming an evil being, his strength of character is still as proud as ever.” Lu Huaijiang felt pity for him.
“Every incarnation is me. However, they were also independent people with independent thoughts and life experiences. They are me, but they are not me. ” The Evil God’s tone was indifferent.
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