Douluo's opening one dragon

Chapter 200 The Mirror of Terror

Deng Jiang was taken aback, didn't he say that he was playing cards to pass the time?How did it get involved in asking questions?

"Honey, tell me."

"That's right..." Gu Yuena rubbed her thumb against the other four fingers, before she could finish speaking, the movements of her hands had already revealed everything.

Deng Jiang naturally understood what this meant, and handed in the money he got from Emperor Xingluo with tears in his eyes. No, he handed in the money he earned.

This time the money was overwhelmed, but it still couldn't flow.

He gave Fotis a vicious look.

I don't know what to do, it takes so much money, and my pockets are tight. If it wasn't for Fotis, I should be able to get [-] gold soul coins.

Gambling is harmful, and Deng Jiang, who lost 100 million at once, was secretly sad.

Find various outlets for your shortfalls.

After finding the materials for making the aircraft, Deng Jiang handed over the engraving of the aircraft pieces to Futis.

Well, she has to come.

Damn it, it costs a dozen or 20 gold soul coins to do an experiment.

It's not like me, I have to think carefully about buying something, and I have to spend a small amount of money to buy new clothes for my wife.

Deng Jiang did the math, he owed Gu Yuena 500 million gold soul coins, and Bailong 3000 million gold soul coins.

Hope to finish it soon.

Looking at the aircraft and dice on the table, Gu Yuena asked, "How should I play this?"

After hearing this, Deng Jiang carefully explained how to play it. It is obviously very interesting to play flying chess to get rid of the nightmare of fighting the landlord.

After accepting it, Gu Yuena, Bai Long, Fudisi, and Deng Jiang started the thrilling, life-and-death reincarnation flying chess.

As for why it is thrilling, don't ask me, Lu Ziqiao said.

In Xiaoda Town of the Heaven Dou Empire, a man with dry skin stumbled down the street, his eyes were deep and lifeless, and his face was slightly swollen.

"The task has been completed, and the Ningshen mirror has been delivered. I hope that person will not regret it." Zhang Hao's low voice was a little hoarse.

The people exposed next to him heard the sound and looked at each other with the noise in the TV.

Pushing open the wooden door, Zhang Hao walked into a black shop, and the oil lamp inside the door showed his figure.

He staggered to the bar and ordered a glass of Maoshan baijiu with a temperature of 56 degrees.

Sitting in an empty seat, he glanced at the hooded man next to him, but he couldn't figure out what to do. He touched his pocket, his brows were slightly frowned, he was so stingy, he didn't save a penny for himself, Anyway, I am also licking blood on the tip of the knife. If you want to play, can you not treat your little brother badly.

Halfway through complaining to the boss, a glass of 56ml Maoshan Baijiang with a temperature of [-] degrees was brought up.

The bartender smiled and said, "I hope this glass of wine can take away your sorrow and troubles." After speaking, he said that he could find us at any time and left.

Zhang Hao was taken aback. Are people in business so caring about people now?

With a dry hand, he took a sip of the wine glass and continued to complain about his superior.

But what does it matter to me, should I run or not, damn it, I really doubt my future is over.

After drinking, while the hotel clerk was busy with other tasks, he skipped the order.

Inside the villa.

Deng Jiang and his group, who were enjoying themselves playing flying chess, stopped the plane temporarily because they were hungry.

Deng Jiang cooked four bowls of fine noodles, poured fried oil and beef, chili, cumin, monosodium glutamate, sesame seeds and other ingredients.

The ingredients are carefully tested by him, and they are absolutely delicious, the kind that makes the children next door cry.

After eating the noodles, Fudisi was called by Deng Jiang to wash the dishes.

There is no way, his strength no longer allows him to keep a low profile, and he has proved with his strength who is the lowest level of this life.

Fairy Futis wept, her small body was under pressure that she shouldn't have.

But she was glad in her heart that she had the foresight and knew that sooner or later she would have this day, and she would take out her invention, the automatic dishwasher.

After eating and drinking, Deng Jiang lay on the sofa and stretched, feeling very comfortable.

Although the money was taken, Futis healed the wound in his heart.

As the time passed, the moon in the sky began its night shift, illuminating the world like the light of day, guiding those who lost their way to find their way.

Bailong returned to the room early. This feeling of sharing her husband with other women is really uncomfortable. I suffer every day. The stone full of majestic blood power in his hand is shining brightly. It is so beautiful that people are fascinated.

Hey, when will you be able to remember our past, I can't stand it, but I'm still insisting, waiting for you to say those three words and marry me.

I'm still waiting, do you miss me?

Why did I forget that his heart and mine are connected together, so I naturally thought about it, but why am I so sentimental.

Bailong looked at the stone that Deng Jiang gave her in his previous life with complicated eyes.

It's all long-term love will become less and less valuable, but we have known each other for countless years, but why do I feel more and more long-term love is getting more and more frightened, more and more love.

In Deng Jiang's bedroom, Gu Yuena was flipping through a novel, and Deng Jiang was looking back and forth with his zen glasses, but couldn't understand why.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if the flesh was being torn, the pain was worse than ever, and his pale lips were reflected in the concentrated sunglasses.

As for my aunt, how can you not be sad, I feel very sad, okay?

Deng Jiang, who raised Bailong and Gu Yuena as his ancestors, asked himself that he hadn't done anything to offend them.

The pain lasted for half a minute and gradually weakened. The appearance of Deng Jiang printed in the mirror changed, and a familiar face with a ghost mask was printed.

Deng Jiang naturally knows this: the future him.

This sudden imprinted picture made his heart feel cold and cold. In the mirror, he was like a god of death, cold and pale, unable to see any anger, so he threw away the condensed sun mirror and tried to communicate with the water dragon king and the mysterious woman .

I remembered that when I was in the villa, they couldn't speak and communicate, they were in a deep sleep, and they stopped communicating.

Gu Yuena noticed Deng Jiang's abnormality, noticed the gold-encrusted bronze mirror next to her, and couldn't help saying: "What a beautiful mirror."

As he said, he held it in his hand and polished it.

"what!"

The mirror shone on her face, printing something that frightened her, and she slammed the mirror against the wall.

With two bangs, the mirror fell to the ground.

Deng Jiang looked at Gu Yuena with strange eyes.

"Concentration sunglasses?"

"Where did you get it?" Gu Yuena calmed down and asked.

"Honey, do you know this stuff?"

Deng Jiang asked, and told Gu Yuena what happened today.

"strangeness!"

"strangeness!"

. . .

"What's so strange?" Deng Jiang couldn't help asking curiously seeing that Gu Yuena didn't answer his question and kept chanting the word "weird".

"It's that person's fault. Didn't he blow up the corpse and run away? He gave you the Concentration sunglasses so easily, and consciously told me that there was a conspiracy in it." Gu Yuena frowned, and picked up the Concentration she had thrown out. sunglasses.

"Concentrate on the mirror, this mirror does not belong to this world, it belongs to a higher plane, that Zhang Hao has been lying."

"You know, the sun mirror of concentration, also known as the mirror of terror, prints what a person fears most in his heart. If you look directly at it, your spirit will be improved."

(End of this chapter)