1663: C1663 We also Make Small Bets to Make Fun of Each Other

C1663 We also Make Small Bets to Make Fun of Each Other

After pondering for a moment, duanmu Ding's eyes suddenly revealed a wisp of a cunning smile.

"Haha... This Hao Zhan really didn't pay too much attention to it earlier. It turns out that he'd already been blessed by the divine light of the gods of light when he was just born... He's a person that possesses divinity. No wonder he was able to persist until now..."

"A person with divinity is, to a certain extent, a God's Chosen One! Their faith in the gods of light is naturally needless to say... They are usually able to reach level seven or even level eight faith! "

" And that Faang Fann... He only managed to survive until now by relying on himself. The difference is not small."

"Let's wait and see. The gap will only get bigger and bigger in the future!"

As Duanmu Ding spoke, the disdain in the corners of his mouth became more and more obvious.

It was obvious that from his point of view, he didn't think highly of Faang Fann at all.

"Since Sir Duanmu is so confident, why don't we make a small bet and have fun once?"

Nangong Lei smiled silently and said confidently.

His confidence stemmed from the fact that he had personally seen Faang Fann sign a contract with the gods and swear to the true gods that he had endless faith in the gods of light...

If he dared to use a contract with the gods to indicate his loyalty to the gods, would that be an ordinary level of faith?

As Nangong Lei thought about this, the confidence on his face increased.

"A small bet?"

"What kind of bet?"

"Could it be that the Arch-Cardinal Nangong is only willing to give me some treasures?"

Duanmu Ding's face revealed a derisive expression. As he spoke, the arrogance on his face increased.

"It's said that Lord Duanmu has a five-star Sacred Armor in his hand. Hehe... I'll use my Five Star Holy Sword and five million contribution points. How about it? "

As Nangong Lei spoke, his expression gradually changed into that of a profiteer...

"This..."

Duanmu Ding frowned. This was the only five-star saint armor he had... a five-star saint artifact level Armor. It was extraordinary, and its value was extremely high...

This sort of gambling was more or less a bit apprehensive.

"What is it? Lord Duanmu doesn't want to bet? Then forget it. It seems that Sir Duanmu still sincerely feels that Master Faang Fann can win. It's just that he has always been unwilling to admit it! "

Nangong Lei said with a solid expression.

Duanmu Ding's face turned red. No matter who lost, they would not lose the formation. At this moment, he must act cool!

"Hmph! Who doesn't want to bet!"

"It doesn't matter if we bet once in a while!"

"Since Arch-Cardinal Nangong trusts that unorthodox Faang Fann, then let's bet..."

"I want to see how he compares to the Chosen One!"

As Duanmu Ding said this, he felt even more confident!

Soon, he would be able to obtain a five-star saint artifact and five million contribution points! ... All of these were extremely expensive.

Time slowly passed...0

The eighth hour passed very slowly... making everyone extremely anxious.

They stared fixedly at the final two sealed doors, their eyes widened to the point that they were even bigger than cow eyes...

"Why isn't it over yet? ... F * ck... I'm so jealous..."

"Is this the world of big shots? The eighth hour has passed. Could it be that the two of them are going to PK for the ninth hour? Both of them have to be rated as Level 8 Conviction?"

" Sss... Level 8 Conviction... Level Eight Belief is not that easy to obtain. ... A faith of this level is practically capable of foreseeing a bright future!"

" No matter who it is, we have to suck up to them. Perhaps something that suits them will become popular... "

"Tsk... Preparing for a rainy day is very clever."

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