Tiandao betting shop

Chapter 475

"What's Boss He's mantra?"

Bai Heyu: "What's wrong with being a salted fish?"

Black He Yu: "Human, the most important thing is to be happy!"

"Three thousand harem and billions of dollars of wealth, if you were given a choice, what would you choose?"

Bai He Yu: "It doesn't matter if you have money or not. How nice a woman is, she can accompany you to watch the sunset... I choose wealth."

Black He Yu: "Idiots make choices, real men will just take them all!"

"Boss He has the biggest embarrassment, what do you say?"

Bai He Yu: "How can my boss have a stain on his life, stop being ridiculous!"

Black He Yu: "If a tree has no bark, it will surely die. People are shameless and invincible. I don't even know how to write the word 'embarrassed' for a young man."

"...I didn't come up with something." Li Sanjiang backed out regretfully.

"The ultimate question, accept the torture from the soul. Boss He, who is your favorite woman?" When Lin Nantian asked this question with a smirk on his face, everyone's depressed spirit finally lifted, and they couldn't help standing up. ears.

Bai He Yu: "Hehe!"

Black He Yu: "My mother!"

Everyone was disappointed, and they became depressed again.

……

All the salted fish who asked themselves what they knew about He Yu continued to ask questions. Although the two He Yu's answers were different, everyone was frustrated to find that it was impossible to judge based on this alone, and the situation fell into a stalemate for a while.

only……

"Dayong, why are you crying?" Zhao Heilong asked in confusion when everyone was startled by the sudden sobbing.

"No, it's nothing, it's just that I miss my mother too." Wang Dayong could only smile reluctantly.

"cut!"

Everyone ignored him.

Above the sky, white He Yu and black He Yu stood facing each other. As everyone's questions temporarily came to an end, there was a faint undercurrent surging in the air, but the white He Yu's eyes were sharp, while the black He Yu's was deep in his eyes. There was a hint of confusion everywhere.

The "person" in front of him actually knows himself so well.

It can be said that almost everything he has experienced is unknown to the other party, and even though the subtle thinking is different in some places, he can also feel that the other party's personality is no different from his own.

Is it really possible to do this just by pretending?
But what was the point that was bothering him... He Yu had a faint feeling that he had thought of something, but it was like breaking free from the darkest darkness before dawn, and he couldn't think it through for a while.

And He Yu had another feeling, that this "self" in front of him was very dangerous, no, it should be said to be extremely dangerous.

He didn't know why he felt this way, obviously the auras of the two people were almost the same, but... and this dangerous feeling seemed familiar.

"By the way, Boss He has a lot of unique skills. Could it be possible that counterfeit goods can also use them?" At this time, Wang Dayong, who had been thinking hard, finally had a flash of inspiration, found a chance to express himself, jumped out and shouted.

Everyone wakes up like a dream, and they are all refreshed. Isn't this the most direct way to distinguish?

"Dayong, yes, it seems that AD calcium milk is really amazing." Everyone praised.

Wang Dayong was flattered by everyone's praise, and when he finally realized what that sentence meant, he was about to go into a rage and regain his dignity, but in mid-air, the two He Yu had already started fighting.

Roar!
Roar!
Accompanied by two roars, one in front and one in back, two green giants appeared in midair.

"Sword come!"

Clang!

Black He Yu waved his hand, and several spirit swords that belonged exclusively to the Spirit Sword Sect had appeared around his body in a triangle shape, shining brightly.

"Drinking the cold wind alone, there is a drunken emperor dragon!"

Bai He Yu didn't dare to show weakness, he looked up to the sky and laughed, and Senhan's Xueyin long knife was already in his hand.

"Broken Sword Style!" Black He Yu's eyes flashed sharply, and he was surrounded by a murderous intent that he had never seen before. When his body moved, the sword light was flying, and the clouds in the sky were shattered.

"Six Art of Aohan!" The white He Yu swung his long knife, and the light of the knife cut out like a horse, strangling with the light of the sword, and the sharp energy scattered out, which immediately caught many people off guard There were bloodstains on his face.

"With a sword coming from the west, the immortals fly from the sky!"

"Happy Palm of Despair!"

"The Jade Blood Sword Technique!"

"Kang Long has regrets!"

The two used swords and swords together, and their fists and feet intersected. The exquisite moves that were born out of "Huashan Lunjian" simply fascinated everyone.

"Hiss, it turns out that the essence of 'Tai Chi' is the combination of rigidity and softness. It is ridiculous that the old man has been pursuing the artistic conception of softness. It turns out that he is biased..."

"This deity also didn't expect that 'Wan Jian Gui Zong' could be used in this way, so I learned it!"

Seeing that everyone was discussing in full swing, Zhou Heng couldn't help but look black and said, "I said, everyone, this is not what you should be struggling with right now?"

"Yeah, shouldn't we be able to tell who is the real Boss He now... Hey, wait, aren't you from the other side? Why did you come to our side?" Ye Xuan suddenly found something wrong, and couldn't help being stunned. He looked at Zhou Hengdao next to him.

"...I couldn't see clearly from that angle just now, so I'll go back." As the corners of everyone's mouths twitched, Zhou Heng ran back to the opposite side again.

"Everyone, what he said is right, the moves are not the point right now... Hey, it's the 'Lingbo Weibu' that I have never learned... Cough, anyway, who do you think is the real one?" Leng Millennium asked.

After everyone thought about this question seriously, they all smiled wryly and shook their heads.

"How is this divided..."

"The two are simply incompatible!"

"Yeah, it's like a replicant, it's too fake."

"Ah, I know what to do now. Have you read the story of "Journey to the West"? I remember that there is also a "true and false saint" in it. In the end, it seems to be distinguished by the Buddha, so we As long as you find a Buddha, you can solve the problem!" Wang Dayong suddenly said excitedly.

"But where to find the Buddha?"

"How do I know, anyway, I think this method is good, at least half of the problem is solved, praise me!" Wang Dayong said proudly.

"roll!"

Everyone resisted the urge to beat Wang Dayong violently, and fell into entanglement again.

This situation is difficult to break...

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared out of the crowd, walking towards the storm caused by the two.

"Chu Yi, what are you doing, come back quickly, you will be torn apart with your cultivation!" Seeing that Ji Chuyi did not take any defensive measures, Tao Siyuan and the others, who were a little confused, were shocked.

But Ji Chuyi turned a deaf ear to it, and just walked over step by step. Her hair band was broken, and her head was full of black hair flying in the wind. Bloodstains began to appear on her body, and her breath weakened at a terrible speed. In an instant, she was on the verge of life and death...

(End of this chapter)