Throne of Shadows

"God, stand down." To have such a beautiful woman, to have such a strong subordinate, and to face the threat of life without changing color.

This kind of person, Obama has only met a few people in his life, and all of these people are outstanding.

To be able to dominate Withers for more than 20 years, Obama relies not only on his cruelty, but also on his sharp eyes.

Who can be messed with, who can't be messed with.Who looks honest and anxious, but dares to use a knife to kill himself when he is really in a hurry.Who looks like a bully, but turns out to be like a grandson in a fight.If you beat him up today, he will pretend to be arrogant, keep his mouth shut and fight you to death, but in the end he will turn around and coax you to bully him.Whoever holds back and lets you beat and scold him will kill you if he looks for an opportunity later.

Obama doesn't dare to say that he can see through all these things at a glance, but he can also see nine out of ten.Dongchen's performance just now, Obama has only seen it in the battle of fate every ten years.

etc!Battle of destiny!

The cold sweat gushing out instantly drenched his clothes, and the breeze blew past, making his whole body icy cold.

Obama shivered, startled by his own thoughts.Although the battle of fate has nothing to do with civilians like him, and he is not qualified to pay attention to it, it does not prevent Obama from understanding.

Take a closer look at Dongchen and his party, and look at the locomotive that is so cool at first glance.Obama regretted it so much, why did he become obsessed with sex for a while?

Thinking about the new round of battle of destiny that will come in half a year, Obama swallowed with great difficulty, and quickly bowed deeply: "Excuse me, are you here to participate in the battle of destiny?"

"Battle of Destiny?" Dong Chen calmly stared at the gangster leader in front of him, "Explain the information about the Battle of Destiny, and don't let me know that you lied to me, otherwise..."

Goo... Goo...

Inexplicably flew into the air, and the rusty knife landed loudly.The knife-handling gangster's eyes bulged out of his sockets, and he looked at Dongchen beseechingly, his whole face was black and purple, and he was about to fail.But his hand was still tightly held and kept exerting force, as if it was not enough until he strangled himself to death.

Looking palely at their companions in mid-air, the gangsters didn't dare to move, and swallowed saliva with pale faces.

"My lord, Gouzi is just a bastard, please, please forgive me..."

Click!

The sound of light fractures came into my ears, and the gangsters froze, staring in horror at their accomplices who had slipped from the air, listening to boom!There was a muffled sound on the ground, and my heart tightened.

"You... are not qualified to negotiate terms."

There was no sadness or joy in his flat voice, and he stared at Obama silently. The expressionless Dongchen seemed to have done something insignificant.

Feeling the staring eyes on him, Obama lowered his head tremblingly, his eyes were full of unwillingness and anger.But when he raised his head, his face was already calm, and only a little bit of despair appeared in the depths of his eyes: "My lord, you are right, I am indeed not qualified to negotiate terms with you. I am just a bastard."

A gust of sea breeze blew through his clothes, and Obama bent his body, as if he had aged ten years.

"Don't talk nonsense." Looking away from the gangster leader, Dong Chen spoke lightly with his fingertips bored.

"Yes!" With a soft reply, Obama's stooped body became even lower: "The villain doesn't know exactly when the battle of fate started, but only knows that it will be held every ten years. At that time, an island will appear randomly on the sea. You can get a key from the above test, and use this key to see God through the teleportation array on the island."

"god?"

Looking at each other, Christina and Ai Weier's eyes were full of disbelief and doubt.The King Kongs scratched their heads and wanted to do something with their sticks in their hands. They felt that the gangster was just talking nonsense.

Begobird and Bujie who got off the car in time stopped them.

"What god are you talking about?" Bujie proclaimed the Buddha's name, swayed his body, and flashed to Dongchen's side.

Enthusiastic, anticipating, and looking up full of hope, Obama looked yearning, not at all intimidated by his fearful appearance: "If you make a wish to God, you will get everything."

"everything?"

Glancing at his mouth in disdain, Dong Chen shook his head sarcastically, losing interest in the so-called battle of fate.

get everything?

"I want the dead to be resurrected, turn back time, and turn the Canghai into a mulberry field. Are you saying that God can do it?"

Staring blankly at Dong Chen, Obama Kabaka squinted: "I don't know, God never directly fulfills people's wishes, but gives people the strength to fulfill their wishes."

The interest that had just been lost was revived, and Dongchen grabbed Obama by the neck and lifted him into the air.The power of the Youlan soul mutated again, and the dark red bloody aura came out through the body, and black electric sparks flashed in both eyes: "Say, what's going on?"

An ordinary person who usually looks like an ordinary person suddenly turned into such a frightening appearance in front of him, Obama swallowed hard, and struggled with both hands to break Dong Chen's hand, but no matter what he couldn't use his strength.

"If you strangle him any more, he'll die."

With the gentle words in his ears, Dongchen closed his eyes and regained his composure, and threw Obama out casually.

Tom!He fell to the ground and kept coughing and gasping for air. Obama, who was lying on the ground, nodded gratefully to Christina, and swayed up with a grateful heart: "Thank you...thank you."

Without even looking at this ugly guy, Christina threw the back of Obama's head, picked up Annie and pulled Ai Weier back to the car.

"You only have one chance, don't let me know that you are lying, there are still many living people here."

His calm eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and some of the bloodless gangsters immediately peed their pants in fright.

The foul smell wafted far away with the wind, but no one dared to speak.

"Don't embarrass them. Even if they know, they don't know much." Maybe it was another walk between life and death, which made Obama completely look away. I will tell you all I know, and I can guide you if you want. But please let them go, they are just a bunch of poor people."

"Don't forget what happened just now, you... are not qualified." Dong Chen's face turned cold, this gangster is very clueless, maybe he should change someone.Dongchen didn't believe that in a big city, the only one who knew the news about the Battle of Destiny would be such a shameless gangster.

"This is not a threat, nor a condition, it's just my request." Sighing and glancing at the dead dog, Obama slowly raised his head, looking at Dong Chen with calm and sincere eyes.

Staring deeply at the bastard leader whose aura suddenly changed in front of him, after a while, Dong Chen nodded slightly.

"Thank you." With a deep salute and a longing sigh, Obama looked into the distance with a face full of disappointment and self-deprecating: "Every ten years, whoever wins the battle of fate, the Lord God will grant him the fulfillment of his wish." The ability to wish. The ability bestowed by the Lord God is not the same for everyone, but as long as it is used properly, it will be successful."

"It sounds...it seems very interesting." Dong Chen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and smiled evilly, scaring a group of gangsters who couldn't stand upright to paralyze.