4182: C4182 Wrong Bet

C4182 Wrong Bet

To Stephen Hanlin, the Pope of Light, he had just given up everything and found Faang Fann. He knelt in front of Faang Fann and begged him to become Faang Fann's Battle Slave.

He had even signed an unknown contract without any flaws.

This was equivalent to selling himself completely!

What was the purpose of doing this? In a way, wasn't it very realistic?

And now, he was even playing this game?

Damn it... What did he mean by that?

Hmm?

If you can't afford to play, just say it!

My little heart can't take it anymore.

"Are we jumping into a wolf's den by ourselves?"

"Actually, if we didn't do anything just now, this God of Destruction might... He wouldn't have paid attention to us at all."

"Because his opponent was Faang Fann. He had a grudge with Faang Fann!"

"In this situation, why the f * ck do I have to jump in front of him?"

"Hmm?"

" I'm a sand eagle? "

"I am the biggest sand eagle! "

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"All bastards, all bastards!"

As he mumbled to himself, his thoughts gradually became chaotic. A mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat at this moment, why couldn't it come out at this moment?

He panted unceasingly, and for a moment, he seemed to be in tears.

At this moment, he could no longer grasp the situation.

He had been careless. He had slacked off. It was cold. He had nothing to say in his throat.

His heart was like a mountain that could topple mountains and overturn seas. He was unable to utter a single word of nonsense.

A few rounds of suffering!

Dog sh * t!

They were all f * cking dog sh * t!

He threw up! Spitting up to the end!

Regret made Pope Stephen Hanlin appear especially bitter.

This life of dog coins!

He had never treated him kindly before.

"Er..."

"Cough!"

"Your Holiness, all of this is the best arrangement."

"No one can predict what will happen."

"Besides, under the current circumstances, we can just stand idly by and watch!"

"Let them fight over there. We will not put in any effort."

Yuan Jiuxiang prepared to develop pervertedly at the side.

"But I have to do it!"

"The damn contract between Faang Fann and me is still in effect."

"As long as this damn contract is still in effect, then... It means that he has locked onto me at all times and bound me to him."

"I have no way to escape! I can't escape either! "

"He's dead. As the other party who signed the contract with Battle Slave, I also need to die with Master."

"One wrong step, every step is wrong!"

"My life is now full of shadows!"

"Flaws everywhere!"

"This... This is definitely not what I want!"

"Damn it! All of them deserve to die!"

"Who exactly tampered with my life!"

"Yuan Jiuxiang!"

"It's you! It's you, right?"

"From the beginning until the end, it was you who urged me on by the side?"

"You're not a good person! You're a bastard!"

"You bastard!"

"This Pope was tricked to this extent by you step by step."

"Yuan Jiuxiang! You became the final winner instead?"

"You can attack, retreat, and defend?"

"Hello! You feel good!"

"Do you feel very proud now?"

"Feeling superior to others?"

"Stop it, I know. Your expression has already told me!"

"You despicable bastard! Bastard!"

"I know what you're thinking. I know everything."

"I hate you! I can't wait to kill you!"

"I want to kill you!"

The posture of gnashing his teeth in anger was fully displayed. As he spoke, his eyes flickered with dense killing intent.

As he spoke, his consciousness was gradually erupting.

Sprint! Full sprint!

In this wave, he wanted to lock onto these things in front of him bit by bit.

He couldn't be a wanderer. He had to make a foreseeable arrangement!

As his eyes flickered, his thoughts were in a state of chaos little by little!

Everything was in silence.

He understood everything.

Facing Pope Stephen Hanlin's aggressiveness, Yuan Jiuxiang also directly put his cards on the table and was too lazy to cover it up.

Just by looking at it, there was no point in hiding anymore.

"Your Highness the Pope, I even call you the Pope. It is already enough to give you face!"

"Hmph!"

"Don't give me face!"

"An impoverished phoenix is no match for a chicken!"

"Do you really think you are so noble? Do you think that you are incomparably noble?"

"What a joke! This is simply a joke!"

"Hmph!"

His cold laughter was also fully displayed, and his eyes flickered with a different kind of brilliant light.

It was time to lay the cards on the table.

Yuan Jiuxiang was too lazy to continue pretending.

For a moment, the last bit of arrogance of Pope Stephen Hanlin was pulled down.

This wave suppressed him to the bottom of the valley.

Pope Stephen Hanlin was so angry that his eyes turned red. He was like a tiger in a rage!

When a tiger falls, Ping Yang will be bullied by a dog!

What was the use of putting on an act now?

Anyway... it was over.

As for the rest, there was naturally no need to continue.

While his thoughts were in a mess, his lips started to stutter.

For a moment, his mind was extremely repressed!

Chaos! Chaos!

All of this was abominable!

Bastard, we're home!

Son of a b * tch! They were all dog sh * t!

After a wave, he almost died from anger!

His mind was in chaos, and he couldn't say a single word.

It was a mess, and it didn't end there. It was just that.

"Alright!"

"Very good!"

"The downturn depends on the person's heart!"

"Isn't everyone's heart being tested out now?"

"Heh! Hehehe!"

"Isn't that it now?"

"As for the rest, there's no need to talk nonsense."

"There's no point in getting involved too much."

"That's all... That's it!"

"Yuan Jiuxiang! You dog! You traitor! "

" You will not have a good end! "

"Don't let this Pope seize this opportunity, or else I will return this humiliation to you bit by bit!"

"Gudong..."

As he gritted his teeth, his entire person seemed to collapse along with him.

At this moment, he was panting heavily, and cold sweat dripped down from his forehead.

The Pope of Light Stephen Hanlin was clearly angered this time.

But in this situation, he could only break his teeth and swallow it down in his stomach.

This bitter fruit was created by him from the very beginning.

Un!

To be honest, this kind of thing could not be blamed on anyone!

It was done!2

He did it himself!

That was all!

The rest of his thoughts gradually became messy.

In the end, he was unable to say a single word.

That was it.

"I am completely tied to Faang Fann's chariot."

"No matter how much I hate him, I have to admit it."

"If he is killed by the God of Destruction, I will die as well!"

"Because in such a short period of time, I have no chance to cancel that Battle Slave's contract!"

"Battle Slave's contract has always been about the master insulting his slave to death, the master perishing and the slave perishing!"

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