In this way, Vir, Kaido Pirates and others drank in the cave during the day, and when they were really bored, they went out to stroll.

Weir is waiting for the Golden Emperor, while Kaido is trying to guard the gold on the island.

If the gold you have gained with great effort is left like this, then if other strong enemies come, wouldn’t it be a waste of money?

Two days soon passed.

It was morning, and when Weir was sleeping, he suddenly felt someone calling his name.

I opened my eyes a little hazy and saw the nearby Bakara.

"Well, wake up, have you forgotten what day it was?"

Weir looked at Bakara in confusion.

"What day is your boss coming in two days, and even if he comes, he may not be able to rescue you. How happy are you?"

Bakara sighed, not arguing with Vir, and that was the case.

"It's not this. Have you forgotten what I told you before that the luck of helping you bless you is not permanent. It only takes three days. In three days, you will have two hours of luck."

Bakara's reminder reminded Vir that it seemed that this was really the case.

But what if you are unlucky? It's just some trivial troubles that can be fully endured with his strength.

"Do you want to stand up with your strength? It's useless. That's the power of fate. My boss used to think of you. At that time, he almost died because he was too confident."

Weir was shocked. What a bad thing that could almost kill the Golden Emperor. Although that guy's strength is not top-notch, he is still not weak.

"Why haven't you heard you have this kind of sequelae before? You won't really cheat me, Bakara."

Bakara shook her head quickly.

"No, I've told you in detail before. Really, how dare I lie to you?"

Bakala took two steps back, looking like she was about to run at any time.

"I really said it? Why can't I remember it clearly?"

"Hey~, it was when I helped you to bless you with luck, don't care about these things. Now the most important thing is how to spend these two hours safely."

Weir did not pursue Bakara either. After all, blessing luck helped him defeat many enemies, and everything had relative risks.

"You're about an hour away and you're going to be in trouble. It's better to leave this cave first, it's not safe here."

Weir's heart sinks again.

"It's really that dangerous? Even if the entire cave collapses, I can't do anything to me."

"No," Bakara said anxiously. "It's not your personal safety, but it will affect other people in the cave. During those two hours, you will be unlucky wherever you go, so it's better to find an open place."

Doesn’t this mean that in those two hours, he was the moving disaster star?

After Vier got up, washed up and felt much more refreshed.

Weir wore that dragon leather windbreaker. Usually, during the battle, Weir would take off the dragon leather windbreaker. He didn't want to damage this dress. This windbreaker is very commemorative.

"I probably understand. Let's go, let's find an empty place."

As he said that, Weir walked out.

"I'm going too?" Bakara pointed at herself.

"What do you think? Miss Bakara, if you are reluctant, don't go."

Without stopping, Vill continued to walk out, as if he really didn't care about Bakara.

"No, no, I do, why would I not? Please take me with me."

Bakala quickly followed and walked behind Vill.

"Pika, go out with me."

Hearing Vir's greeting, Pika, who was beside him, also stood up and followed Vir silently.

Soon, Ville left the cave and came to an empty snow.

"It's okay, right? It won't be that the entire island will sink because of me."

Weir's domineering aura began to perceive the surroundings. He was a little afraid of the power of fate in Bakara's mouth.

"It won't be that exaggerated, but it's also very risky, but with your strength, you will definitely be safe and sound."

The corners of Weir's mouth twitched, looking at Bakara, who was at least a few hundred meters away from him.

"If it's really not dangerous, just stand in for me."

Bakara laughed twice and stepped back a little.

Unlike Bakara, Pika has always stood near Ville, like a stone sculpture, giving people the feeling of perseverance.

"Tsk, let me see the so-called power of fate."

Weir stood there with his eyes closed, sensing the movements of Feng Shui and grass around him.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, one hour~.

An hour later, Weir's body began to tighten slightly, and it was already the so-called unlucky time.

However, after ten minutes, there was nothing abnormal around except the cold wind blew the snowflakes.

There is no abnormality in the body, and there is no danger coming from all around me. Whether it is the domineering perception of seeing, hearing, or intuition, it is the same.

Just as Vill was about to ask Bakara if she remembered the wrong time, a strong wind suddenly blew around her.

After feeling the strong wind, Weir's body was tense and ready to face the danger that would come at any time.

But the strong wind quickly passed, and there was nothing abnormal except for the large snow.

Weir smiled bitterly, he became a little nervous because of the power of fate that Bakara mentioned.

Whether it is space, time, or destiny, it is a very powerful force, so Weir is very vigilant.

Weir strengthened his perception, but there was nothing unusual, he just felt a wet feeling coming from his nose.

It was the snow that had been blown by the strong wind just now that it was melted by his body temperature.

Weir didn't think much, but subconsciously wiped his nose.

But for some reason, his nose felt a little uncomfortable today. Not only was itchy on the outside, but itchy inside.

Weir took a few quick sips of the cold air, and a feeling of sneezing came.

"Ah~, ah~, ah!"

A sneeze came out, and Weir felt much more comfortable in his nose.

But because of his sneezing, his body leaned forward.

Something unexpected happened to him, and he actually slipped under his feet and threw himself forward.

Weir himself couldn't believe that he would actually slide on the snow. You know, it was just snow, not ice.

But this is not a big deal. With his balance, he can immediately stabilize his body.

Just as Vill was about to move, a sharp pain suddenly came from his chest. Because of the slip, the wound he had suffered on the battlefield had cracked again.

The severe pain affected Weir's next move, and he actually rushed forward.

It’s nothing to fall, it’s just a little embarrassed, and it’s still in the snow and won’t be hurt.

While Vial was rushing forward, the domineering spirit suddenly felt a very dangerous feeling.
Chapter completed!