Bengtie: Is your pure and beautiful destiny serious?

As a harmonious phantom, "Future Gold Dust" can be said to have no face at all in a two-on-one situation.

The two people on the opposite side suddenly became excited, and with Sha Jin himself as the center and Cheng An as the radius, they began to bully people in the arrogant American style.

We have an incredible show coming up, and guess who's not invited? It's you!

It was obvious that the blond young man had tolerated him all the way before, but as soon as Cheng An started to speak, he exaggerated the already unpleasant atmosphere, making Sha Jin completely unable to tolerate it, and even felt confident enough to confront him.

What kind of lighter is this Cheng An? How can he light a fire?

The shadow was shocked, the shadow doubted life, the shadow fell into deep thought, the shadow felt this was not harmonious.

The brother and sister who had won both spiritual and verbal victory had left with only two elegant backs left, looking very pretentious.

"So, are you ready? What's the next plan?" Cheng An and Sha Jin were on their way to the final stage. After they could clearly see what was real and what was fake and their own hearts, getting out of the maze was not a complicated task.

"Of course. In fact, ever since I made that plan, I've been prepared." The blond young man's tone was still so relaxed, as if the output just now had brought him into a good mood.

But the melancholy and tension in those eyes could not be hidden.

"But sister, you won't go on stage with me, right?" He remembered the decision that Cheng An had made on the spur of the moment.

Although the conversation was interrupted by Black Swan, it was probably just her angry words when she learned about his plan, in order to scare him and teach him a lesson. But just in case, he still asked for confirmation.

The girl pretended to be regretful when she heard that: "Well, I have something else to do, so I can't go on stage with you." Are you kidding! Didn't you hear her say that if she was stopped, she would lose? Was she not going on stage with him because she wanted to time her entrance?

You have to wait until Huang Quan is ready to mourn for the deceased before rushing out to throw the music box. Otherwise, what if she doesn't draw her sword or shows mercy when she sees an acquaintance appearing in front of her?

Cheng An: "I know this is your mission, but even so, betting on a grand death is still a very psychologically challenging thing."

"I hope you won't put your life on the gambling table again, gold dust. I can't stop you this time, but that doesn't mean you can be lucky and think there will be a next time."

Only noticing that she would not join in the adventure, Shajin readily agreed, looking extremely satisfied.

When performing something like "death", it is enough for him to be the only one on stage. If he wins, he will have a pass to the next gambling game. If he loses, everything will be in vain. He dares to go all in relying on his good luck, but he will not dare to drag Cheng An to go all in with him.

As long as he doesn't get involved with others, his forward momentum is invincible.

"Don't worry, sister. I have never lost before, and I won't lose this time." Sha Jin looked at the red curtain in front of him, and his voice echoed faintly in the empty backstage.

"But you still look a little nervous." A familiar child's voice suddenly sounded, startling the two of them, but after realizing who it was, they turned back in surprise.

Little Kakavasya stood obediently behind the two of them, with a round head and a squinting smile. They were also illusions, and the little child was much more likable than the so-called "future gold dust".

No one asked why he appeared. Everyone was in a dream and had seen similar hallucinations before, so all the weird things didn't seem strange to them anymore.

"Would you like to fight? With the Mother Goddess's blessing, you'll be able to relax." The blond child uttered the name that they hadn't mentioned for a long time - Mother Goddess.

"This is really a very distant memory." Sha Jin couldn't help but sigh.

That night in the desert, Cheng An's confession once shook the boy's faith. Although he was not very devout originally, good luck had always been on his side.

If the Mother Goddess really existed, why did she turn a blind eye to their suffering? But if she didn't exist, then whose grace was it that brought him good fortune?

Difficult to understand problems are puzzling, but fortunately, these problems do not affect your life.

Therefore, he gradually let it go. It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, after all, people still have to live their lives.

If the Mother Goddess who once carried Evikin's hopes could bring him a little comfort at this moment, then their devotion to Her would not be in vain.

So Shajin squatted down, stretched out his big gloved hand to face Kakavasa's small hand: "Okay."

Cheng An wanted to quietly move aside to give the two of them space to talk, but the little child stretched out his other hand to her and said, "Sister Cheng An, you can come too. The Mother Goddess will bless you too."

The girl raised her eyebrows calmly. Could it be that the little shadow had also seen her plan?

But it was impossible for her to admit it, so she had to pretend to follow the mood and extended her hand with a gentle smile that said "I really can't do anything about you".

Kakavasia held one hand towards the gold dust and the other towards Cheng An. He was so vivid that he didn't seem like a mere phantom. The prayer sealed deep in Evikin's memory was naturally recited by the two men, one big and one small:

"May the Mother Goddess close your eyes three times..."

"Let your blood flow forever..."

"The journey is always safe..."

"The trick never fails."

The last time the Dust Gold fought was in Tsaganya, on the eve of Kakawa Day, when my sister fought him. At that time, the entire Evikin planned a trap, hoping to use their recovered strength to fight Kartika to the death, and my sister didn't want him to be involved.

The girl had light blonde hair similar to her brother's. In the rain, she told little Kakavasya to protect himself. She said that he was a child blessed by the Mother Goddess and that he should survive and was most likely to survive.

The melee on the second day was full of danger. The surrounding Kartika people were ready to make a move. Cheng An's move would surely bring them great encouragement and the possibility of victory. Therefore, as a child, the safest way for Kakavasa was to leave the center of the war and wait for the storm to subside.

As expected, although it took some twists and turns, the child finally returned to his family and has been there until today.

Following the whispering of the child's voice, Sha Jin closed his eyes and fell into distant memories. When the strength in his hands dissipated unconsciously, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The little figure was no longer in the empty backstage. Only Cheng An's hand was waving in front of him, asking him if he had come back to his senses.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said.

The young man, who was not very tall, stood up and faced the red curtain. "Okay, the actors are in place, it's time for the show to begin."

Cheng An looked at the back of this man who already felt that he was going to "die" gloriously, and couldn't help but smile.

Forgive her for not being sad enough at the moment, but she couldn't help but laugh when she thought about what she was going to do next.

Gold Dust: "This performance is dedicated to you. I hope it can leave you with unforgettable memories, Kakavasya." He murmured in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself.

Cheng An was unexpectedly calm, and the girl, knowing the ending, was not nervous at all.

She looked at Sha Jin's back as he lifted the curtain and walked forward, and couldn't help thinking: Don't worry, I don't know if Kakavasa will have unforgettable memories, but you will soon.