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[In other words, I was bitten off by Confucian saints' presence 'on this unknown outgoing Nine Unseen Master?] One-eyed, three-eyed teenager appearing on the sphere of Fat Big Ball.

One-eyed ball filled with desire and impulse.

The three-eyed teenager across the street was staring at his skull. Even if he liked the 'eyes' any more, he was staring so enthusiastically at the one-eyed, fat ball splinter, and still had hair in his heart.

Senior Three-Eyed rubbed his temple - Little Big Song was so disgraceful, in front of him pit him, it was not like being a nanny.

Since you are not benevolent, don't blame me for injustice.

However, subject to the rules and commitments… that is to say, ‘fat balls' must be the first bet of Little Big Song.

“Want your ‘treasure' back? Want to get what you want from me?” Senior Three-Eyed slowly stood up from the rocking chair and turned to Fat Ball Split Road.

In the talking room, the storm in the sky stopped.

The sun rips through the thick clouds and shines on the three-eyed teenager.

Since the three-eyed teenager had just been wetted by the storm, the sun reflected rainbow-like light when it shined on him.

The mood of a three-eyed teenager has turned wonderful?

The eyeball butler on the side silently closed his big iron umbrella - the storm had passed and the master had found a new place to be happy.

Song Shuhang looked at the three-eyed teenager with some surprise.

He would have felt that the three-eyed teenager had his greatest support if he had remained silent on the sidelines. I didn't know Senpai Sanmei would go along with him to seduce the fat guy?

“If you want, come in and gamble with me. I'm always happy to create opportunities for future generations.” The three-eyed teenager continued.

When Song Shuhang heard this, his body slightly beat: “? ”

He has a hunch - I'm afraid the script will have to be undrafted again...

“You're digging a pit and you want to pit me," said Fat Man's little silence. ”

Every time a pit is dug in the shadows and in the shadows, it is this strange atmosphere.

“No, to be precise, it should be Big Song who wants to pit you, I want to pit Big Song, and Fat Doo you want to get what you want from me, the three of us have formed a complete loop chain.” Three-eyed teenager with his arms up - like a marketing boss, speaking hard.

"I'm not called Fat Ball. ”

“That's not the point, and I'm not interested in knowing your street number or name. Importantly, if you want to get what you want back, come in and gamble with me!” The three-eyed teenager waved gently, and a 'gambling ceremony' unfolded, which appeared in front of the fat old man's trumpet.

There is a bright ‘gaze' hidden in the eye of the ritual.

This gambling ceremony is at the heart of the three-eyed teenager's gambling appointment.

With this gambling ceremony, three-eyed teenagers can pull out all kinds of 'conceptualized' things and become gambling capital. For example, 'swordsmanship, swordsmanship’ and ‘hearts and minds’.

“With fat ballplayers in your eyes, just a glance at this' gambling ritual 'and you'll know what's special about it, right? The rules of gambling, the process of gambling roll-out, are all on the bright side, without falsification. In fact, my relationship with Little Big Song is just two gambling buddies.” The three-eyed teenager continued.

By placing the 'gambling ritual' on the bright side, the eyes of the Nine Phantoms will naturally see through the large number of rules contained in this ritual.

Once you understand the rules, it has a half chance of choosing to enter the small world.

Fat Big Man Small is silent, and it's repeatedly calculating the loss.

“Opportunity, I've given you. It's up to you to grasp it.” The three-eyed teenager made up the knife - and if it doesn't succeed, let's see how appealing that ‘bitten existence’ is to fat road buddies.

“Humph." The fat man snorted coldly, eventually jumping hard into the wooden gate world.

Here, after all, is just one of its identities.

Even if the identity is really destroyed, the loss is within reach. And it doesn't matter how much it costs to recover the piece of 'Heavenly Ball' that was bitten off by Confucian saints.

“Welcome again, Mr. Fat Ball.” At the edge of the wooden gate, Song Shuhang had a smile and the service was thoughtful.

At this time, the fat man's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light.

Boom ~ ~

The fat man's ball body pressed directly against Song Shuhang. He knew that in this‘ small world ’, he could not kill Song, but at least ask for some interest first.

Song Shuhang below is not hidden, nor can he be avoided - just now, the glimmer of the fat man's eye was a spell similar to 'stereotyping'.

The fat man's body crushed directly on Song Shuhang and crushed him.

In a flash of light, a 'Song Shuhang' was blasted into a spark… this is the "Flame Alternate" that Song Shuhang Society has little chance to use.

The spark was not molded into a 'big sixteen’. Before it came and was molded, it was pressed into a spark by the fat man.

Meanwhile, on the side of the three-eyed teenager, another Song Shuhang condensed and molded, his heart palpitated: “Senior three-eyed, didn't I almost die just now? ”

“Well, that's right.” Three Eyed Senior nodded slightly.

Song Shuhang: “Senior, won't you stop? ”

“Me and your promise came after ‘Fat Dollar Friends’ entered my wooden door world... and it was the one that crushed, the starting point being outside the wooden door, outside of me and your promise. So if you just got run over, I'd have to change the subject.” Three Eyed Senior showed a handsome smile to Song Shuhang: “This is the evil of people's hearts, Little Big Song, you have to learn more. ”

Song Shuhang silenced for half a day, "The belly button eyes are black. ”

Meanwhile, Big Fat Football found himself immobile - locked in place, unable to move, unable to speak.

[Still want to pit me... I actually believe in the promise of another Nine Ghosts.] Big fat man small rumor ridicules.

“You're already my bet, fat guy.” Song Shuhang smiled softly at Fat Ball: “My deal with Senior Three Eyes is to bring you into this little world, you are my bet. ”

Fatty: “…"

“Exactly, so time is running out, Junior Song, let's make a bet. Your bet is a live jumping Nine Phantoms dominated by a small split with a Third Heavenly Way precious magic instrument. So my bet here, it can't be any worse. What I have for you is a precious pill, Heaven's Way eye drops.” Three Eyed Juvenile Slow Trail.

The three-eyed teenager didn't give a shit and quickly entered the gambling session, he was obviously in a hurry.

At the end of the first game, he has to start the second one immediately. He's busy.