My Future Diary Can’t Be Perfect

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Even Xun Xi did not expect that the six-faced blogger would say such earth-shattering words in such a lighthearted manner.

Primordial Extraordinary.

Among the corpse hunters, this unprecedented miracle achieved only by the grandfather of the Luo family seemed meaningless to the six-faced blogger. Moreover, the original, parasitic on human beings should be a kind of humiliation. The six-faced disciples seemed to be enjoying it.

"...Is it okay?"

Even with Xun Xi's concentration, he couldn't help but ask such a question. And what responded to him was all the corpses in the corpse shop.

"certainly!"

"I'm willing to admit defeat." The six-faced blogger's voice was casual and casual: "Since I lose, I will naturally pay the price that should be paid."

"And if you want me to possess you, I can, like those parasites, lend you my own supernatural powers. By then, you should be able to reach the sky in one step and become the strongest superhuman in this era. That shameless guy is also It's impossible to dictate your fate."

"Shameless... Desperate Writer?"

"Otherwise?" Referring to the desperate writer, the voice of the six-faced blogger suddenly changed, and he seemed extremely disdainful: "That guy's gambling products are not good."

"Don't admit defeat at all."

"If you lose, you like to stumble, and you have a very bad personality."

"I don't get along with him."

This is good news. Hearing this, Xun Xi continued calmly: "So, what is the price? Is your possession really unconditional?"

"of course not."

The six-faced blogger smiled: "The condition of victory is just to let me be possessed. Instead of letting me be driven by you at no cost. I can be possessed one second and leave the next.... And if If you want to keep me attached to you, you must continue to gamble with me."

"Once is not enough."

"I'm very greedy. If you want me to be possessed, you must have the corresponding consciousness. Every day, every day, you have to risk your life and bet on me once."

"Win, I continue to possess."

"If you lose, your life belongs to me."

"Although I am good at gambling, I am not willing to admit defeat. So once I am possessed, I will not stop unless I win."

Before the six-faced blogger could finish speaking, Xun Xi directly dismissed the idea of ​​letting her possess himself and ascend to the sky in one step. Because this is simply a bottomless pit. It looks like a fair duel, but in fact, the six-faced blogger didn't pay anything at all, and he had to risk his life.

It's not fair at all.

Rather, this is a trap deliberately tinkered with by six-faced bloggers that can attract the elites of mankind and satisfy their gambling interests.

unless----

"Forgive me for talking." Thinking of this, Xun Xi suddenly frowned: "Is this rule of yours the same for that old Mrs. Luo?"

"......" Six-faced Botu suddenly fell silent.

Obviously, the answer is yes.

However, under the same rules, Mrs. Luo lived to the age when he could marry a wife and have children, which shows that in the decades after being possessed by six-faced bloggers.

In hundreds of thousands of bets with the Six-Faced Bloggers.

He has never lost once.

Ghost! how did you do that! ?

At this moment, Xun Xi's attitude towards the old grandfather Luo, who had never met, rose to the level of reverence. On the other hand, the six-faced blogger smacked his lips again, as if she was more embarrassed about how to gamble with a person and how to lose, compared to possessing a human.

(and many more.....)

Suddenly, a question arose in Xun Xi's mind: Since Mrs. Luo is already dead, why is the six-faced blogger still here?

----No way?

"You seem to have guessed something interesting."

At the same time, the voice of the six-faced blogger also sounded again, and she seemed to have adjusted her mood: "Tell me, what did you just guess?"

Xun Xi didn't hold back when she heard the words, and simply said, "Mr. Luo, are you still alive?"

"if not?"

The six-faced blogger laughed and said, "He made one last bet with me before he died. The bet isn't over yet, how could I let him die?"

But speaking of this, the voice of Six-faced Botu became gritted again, and his mood seemed to be changing every moment: "And that guy... actually said that he won for a lifetime, bet with me. It's boring, so give me a game I'm sure I can win."

"He actually pity me!"

"unacceptable!"

"If I don't let him live well and let him see himself defeated by me, I might get angry and fight for money!"

To die for money... It should be a broker of fate, right?

On the other side, Xun Xi took a deep breath. I have to admit that none of these people who can stand out on the wave of a certain era is not a fuel-efficient lamp. There is Zhou Zhiyuan in the front, and this old grandfather Luo in the back, and how many similar superhumans are there on the land of Yanzhou?

Xun Xi did not forget.

A while ago, there was a "Cang Haijun" in the Penglailou boat, not to mention the Youfang Taoist Xu Junfang, who also lived for many years.

Xun Xi thought for a moment in her heart, and then suddenly froze for a moment.

its not right. Why do you do the math by yourself, these extraordinary beings that surpass the fire, except for Mrs. Luo, all of them have a grudge against you?

It's all Gou's fault!

"Master Luo.... What did he bet with you?"

"It's nothing." Faced with Xun Xi's question, the six-faced blogger had no intention of concealing: "He bet he could create a last-generation supernatural being born of human beings. But you should also be very clear, born of human beings. It is impossible for the supernatural beings to become the last generation, this is common sense."

"The time limit for gambling is five hundred years."

"In five hundred years, if he still can't create the last generation of supernatural beings, I will win. If you calculate carefully, the time is almost up."

"That's it." Xun Xi nodded when she heard the words.

It has nothing to do with me.

"By the way." At the same time, the six-faced blogger also sighed: "I'm actually looking forward to it. After all, last time Lao Luo and that human named Zhou Zhiyuan summoned the shameless person together. Luo seems to have communicated with that shameless person."

"What are they planning?"

"Every time I think of this, I get excited. I have to admit that after so many years, Lao Luo is the most satisfying human being."

Mrs. Luo and the Desperate Writer?

Hmm....it doesn't matter to me.

.....should?

Xun Xi swallowed his saliva, and then changed the topic: "I know what I want.... If I remember correctly, you are the **** of chance and miracles, right?"

"Not bad." The corpses in the corpse shop nodded in unison.

"Then I beg you." Xun Xi took a deep breath and continued: "Two bets, I hope you can give me two [miracles]."

As soon as these words came out, the entire corpse shop fell into silence.

After a long time, the voice of the six-faced disciple resounded again: "The last person who prayed to me like this was Lao Luo... Well, I agree to your conditions."

"I promise you."

The voice of the six-faced disciples echoed in the corpse sewing shop, and with the sound of the sound, the original darkness was gradually fading, and everything was back on track. And Xun Xi found that a dice emblem with wings slowly appeared on the back of his hand.

That is the symbol of the six-faced disciple.

"When you stand at the crossroads of fate in order to achieve a certain goal, you are exhausted but can't find a way out. When you have hope but face despair."

"You will reap miracles."

"I have given miracles to many people, but remember, miracles are not pie in the sky. Only those who put in the effort deserve it."

The darkness dissipated.

Instead, there were dice pictures on Xun Xi's palm, and the old corpse-sewed old man who was staring at him blankly, as if he had just woken up.

back.

However, he saw that in the four-layered coffin of the Son of Heaven that originally contained the Tu Su paper figurine, there was a whisk, a jade seal, and an old sea map out of thin air.

From the outline of the chart, it is clearly the East China Sea.

On the chart, an address is clearly marked, and there is a line of small characters next to it, which reads [Penglai].

In other words:

"This is the key to the Penglai Building Ship!?" Xun Xitong shrank, like a guide to the Ghost Gate Inn. The chart itself is also a kind of supernatural, not just a simple map. Gou Huo actually took this thing off the body of You Fang Taoist priest Xu Junfang back then! ?

So to say-----

Although Xu Junfang is theoretically the one who built the Penglai Building~www.wuxiamtl.com~, but if he loses the chart medium, will he also find the Penglai Building?

And if Xu Junfang has any layout and conspiracy against Penglai Building Ship.

As a result, because the chart was snatched by Gouhuo, this conspiracy was directly interrupted, so that for so many years he could only stare at the East China Sea, sighing and sighing...

"It's a hot potato."

Xun Xi just looked at the chart in the coffin and fell into deep thought. Through Ning Huai's memory, Xun Xi also grasped some information about the master-disciple faction. Among them is one of the three factions of the Master and Apprentice faction, which is part of the information on the morality that made him fall into the ghost market this time.

moral principle.

Most of the clan families in this faction trace their roots, and most of them are people who want to use the supernatural immortality to pursue the so-called elixir of immortality.

(See the middle fragment of Chapter 272 for details)

"I've always been a nice, helpful guy."

Thinking of this, a logical chain quickly formed in Xun Xi's heart: Penglai Building Ship can be found on ancient and old sea charts----Penglai Building Ship was used to find the medicine of immortality-----ancient sea chart = medicine of immortality ----- Morality wants immortality-----then give them the old sea chart~!

The morality of the chart will then be ecstatic.

And the wandering Taoist priests who have regained control of the chart information will also be ecstatic.

There must be a battle between the two sides.

Even after reporting the incident, Xun Xi thought about it: the master-disciple faction and the wandering Taoist smashed each other, both lost, and both died violently... Listen, how pleasant~!