Clown Douluo of Douluo continent

"Hey, come and bet with me."

In the darkness of the street, a strong man stopped the man in strange clothes, "Hey, did you hear that?"

The man turned around, but it was a man with weird makeup and a smile on his face.

The burly man was a little confused for a moment, this guy...

"Are you... calling me?"

The weirdo with a weird tone asked the burly man. The burly man shook off his uneasiness and said, "Come here and bet with me."

The burly man doesn't have any hobbies except gambling. Of course, what he likes more is to kill his creditors.

"well."

The weirdo walked up to the man with funny steps and sat across from him.

"Can you play dice?"

The man shook the dice cup in his hand, and the dazzling operation made the weirdo applaud, and the weirdo smiled even more happily.

"It's amazing, it's amazing..."

The man snorted and hit the table.

"Six six five..."

The man was a little disappointed. It seemed that his hand was not very good. He had obviously been a three-six before.

The weirdo pointed at the dice timidly, and then at himself, "Is it my turn? I just need to be older than you, right?"

The man crossed his chest and looked at the weirdo, nodding slightly.

The weirdo took the dice cup in his hand, shook it twice in a simple manner, then carefully placed it on the table and opened the dice cup.

"Sorry, three sixes."

The weirdo smiled even more and clapped for himself.

The man was unhappy, but he didn't show it, "I owe you thirty gold soul coins."

The weirdo nodded like he was pounding garlic, and didn't seem to care about this.

"Keep going!"

"Three six!"

"Oops, three and four, I lose."

……

"Three fives!"

"Two sixes and one four, oops, I won by accident."

……

"Three fives!"

"Three sixes, oops, I accidentally won again!"

The strong man's face turned red. He had already lost thousands of gold soul coins.

Although the weirdo in front of him didn't get a penny, his smile looked so happy.

"The last one, I bet a thousand gold soul coins!"

The man's eyes were bloodshot, and he could no longer hold back his murderous intent.

But the clown in front of him didn't seem to notice, pushing the dice cup indifferently.

This time the man only shook it a few times, then smashed it on the table. When he opened it, he had a smile on his face.

"Three sixes! You lose."

The weirdo shook his head, and his smiling face suddenly turned into a sad face, as if he was really desperate.

The strange man took the sieve cup and shook it slightly. The man stretched out his head and stared at the sieve cup.

"It's three twelve! Hahahaha!"

The sharp laughter was harsh, and in the sieve cup in front of me were three twelve o'clock...

The man still didn’t understand that he had been being teased by this guy!

The man summoned an ax out of nowhere and struck straight at the weirdo.

The weirdo looked at the ferocious man and clapped his hands happily, "It looks good, it looks so good, hahahaha."

The weirdo was split in half with a knife, but the funny face looked full of mockery to the man, as if he was mocking him.

"It's so wonderful, so wonderful... quack quack..."

The harsh laughter rang out again. Is there any weirdo's body in front of me?Just a rotten piece of wood.

The man looked around with bloodshot eyes. He wanted to find that guy and tear him in half!

The next second, the man felt unsteady on his feet and fell to the ground. A closer look revealed that his left leg was missing.

Above him, the weirdo was squatting on a box, holding his legs and laughing wildly.

"Quack quack..."

The laughter was as harsh as a duck being strangled by its throat, but it brought inexplicable fear to the man.

The weirdo threw the man's left leg in the air, and the short knife flew in his hand. The entire left leg turned into minced meat and fell on the man.

"Quack quack..."

The weirdo seemed to be out of breath as he laughed, and his laughter became lower and lower.

Then, in the man's horrified eyes, the weirdo jumped down from the box, and the short knife pierced his eyes with a cold light!

"Ahhh!"

……

Xu Mo shook his head. He had a headache.

"You know what, the Sacco inside you went crazy."

Its voice was very serious, and its words made Xu Mo's body shiver.

"Sakho... went berserk?"

Xu Mo's hair stood on end, looking at the blood on his body in confusion.

"Why! Haven't you become stronger? Why is Shaco still going berserk?"

Xu Mo's face was very ugly. Shaco should be very stable under its suppression. The power of the runes he was sensing was getting stronger and stronger and couldn't be faked!

"I didn't expect that Shaco could break through the seal in a short time. Its bloodthirsty character will not change. In comparison, Fiddlesticks is quieter. If possible, try not to use Shaco's ability in the future. Of course, I will try my best to help you suppress it, but every time you use Shaco's power, you will be assimilated to part of Shaco. Once Shaco loses control, you will cease to exist."

Xu Mo's face was ugly. In order to suppress the powerful Fiddlesticks, it pulled Shaco into Xu Mo's body. Unexpectedly, now that Fiddlesticks was so calm, this Shaco became a time bomb.

"Then can my plan still be implemented? Without Sacco, I am not sure to use that plan."

Xu Mo said uneasily that without this plan, he might only have the Soul Saint level of strength when leaving the Killing City, and the Straw Clown might only evolve twice.

But if this plan is completed, he may try to attack Contra, and the Straw Clown can evolve three times.

If he wanted to complete his next plan to leave the Killing City, just the next two evolutions and the strength of the Soul Saint would not be enough.

If you rely solely on cultivation, it will take you years and months to go from Soul Saint cultivation to Contra.

"I can help you, just because this time Saco suddenly went berserk, the success rate of this plan has dropped to 80.00%. Once Saco went berserk at that time, it would be difficult for me to fight against it. After all, it is the negative energy of a city. In a short time Nesaco will have strength comparable to that of a titled Douluo in this world."

Xu Mo looked ugly. It was true that the plan could not keep up with the changes, but Xu Mo had always believed in the truth of high risk and high reward.

"I'll bother you then."

"Don't worry, I will start to accumulate energy now. In one year, you will have undergone earth-shaking changes!"

……

"Congratulations to King Shura for achieving 96 consecutive victories!"

"Congratulations to Hell Messenger! Achieving 95 consecutive victories!"

"Congratulations on not hurting Yama! Achieving 99 consecutive victories!"

As the wins continue to accumulate, the three people's names in the Killing City are getting bigger and bigger, especially since the three of them seem to know each other, so the three of them are showing signs of becoming the second largest force after the King of Killing.

Although half of the Killing City are their fans, they still want to see who can survive to the end when the three of them become opponents?Can Yama continue to write a legend of victory without hurting him?

But it's a pity that the King of Slaughter is a smart man, and doing this kind of thing secretly has no benefit except adding unnecessary conflicts.