"No! No attack! If you touch it, you will...!" Accompanied by the anxious voice of the **** pistols, several bullets hit the stone sculpture and knocked it off the track.

At the same time, Misda arrived in time.

"Quickly run down! Bugarati! You can't touch that "rolling stone"! If you touch it, you will die! I will analyze the detailed situation later! "

After speaking, Misda saw "Rolling Stone" hitting Bugarati again, so he hurried forward and hugged him in his arms, but before he could continue to say anything, he found "Rolling Stone" "It melted into the ground, and then it seeped like a liquid from the stairs above Bugarati's head, and smashed it towards the top of Bugarati's head.

This scene made Misda's horrified gaze, but before he could say anything in the next second, he was horrified to see Bugarati reaching out and grabbing the "rolling stone" falling towards him, but. ..

But nothing happened!

"Asshole! Was that guy fooled?" Mista slammed the ground when he saw this scene, and said angrily.

However, Bugarati’s answer is...

"No, maybe the person who told Misda you this news didn't lie to you." Bugarati carefully put down the rolling stone, "I did feel the palpitating breath from this stone sculpture before, and It makes me feel that no matter where I escape, this thing will catch up to me, but at the last moment the breath suddenly disappeared, and..."

With that, Bugarati made the front of the stone sculpture face Misda.

At this time, Mista discovered that the Bugarati image that was originally carved on the "rolling stone" had disappeared and turned back into a round stone.

"Is the ability invalid?" Bugarati frowned. Such ability is indeed very dangerous. He must be stared at an almost mortal ending, unless he never sleeps.

"No, your "destiny" has been changed..." A scared and unbelievable voice sounded behind Bugarati. Bugarati turned his head and found that it was a man with his hands hanging on his side. He was looking at Bugarati in horror at the man who kept bleeding blood.

"Who are you? Obviously we are all..."Slaves of Fate"! "

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Chapter 128

Slave of Destiny? After listening to the sculptor's explanation, Bugarati suddenly became a little concerned.

According to the sculptor, the death of the target targeted by his substitute "Rolling Stone" is doomed. Even if he didn't touch the Rolling Stone, he would die in a few days or months.

At the same time, he also learned the reason why the florist's daughter would die.

It is precisely because she saw her father’s internal organs disease on the Rolling Stone. If she wants to be treated, she will need to replace her internal organs, and she herself will die in a car accident, so instead of waiting to die in pain, it’s better for her. His father died.

So she accepted the Rolling Stone, which allowed her to die without pain and was able to completely preserve the visceral cells.

For this bizarre statement, Bugarati didn't believe it for the first time, but the results obtained after the florist went to the hospital for an examination made him have to believe that the sculptor's statement was correct.

His fate has been changed?

Is everyone a slave to fate?

He was not sure about the first question, but the second question was obviously wrong.

Now that the rolling stone has revealed the cause of death of the flower shop owner, it has been changed because of his daughter's self-sacrifice.

so...

No one is a slave to fate!

The man named Bruno Bugarati thought so, and then went back to the restaurant where they used to be an office with his friends.

In the process, he went to a toilet, but when he opened the door to return to the dining table, he found strangely that he had come to a strange place after opening the door.

Not a familiar restaurant, but a strange cafe, and the only two people in it are still eating hot pot.

Stand-in attack? !

This is Bugarati's reaction in his mind the next second after he perceives his own situation.

but...

"Ah... I didn't expect a visitor."

Bugarati saw the young man with hair regretfully put down his chopsticks, and then looked at him curiously.

"Now guests may have a lot of doubts in your mind, but if you don't mind..." Jon took out a new set of tableware and invited, "Would you like to be together?"

...

After a while, Bugarati sat at the dining table with a thoughtful expression on his face.

In his eyes, the two people in front of him look like ordinary people, especially the bald head staring at the meat eaten next to him. If he saw him elsewhere, Bugarati would subconsciously think that the other person is just a poor person. Ordinary person, but the existence of this room makes him very concerned.

Here, he found that he couldn't even summon his own stand-in, as if the steel chain fingers were suppressed by some force in his body.

But it was obviously a weird place that made him lose all resistance, but it didn't bring him any sense of danger. This intuition was as if he had voluntarily given up avoiding the "Rolling Stone" in that apartment before.

Is this also fate?

Perhaps because of the "Rolling Stone" substitute, Bugarati was a little concerned about the things that happened around him recently, so he didn't leave this strange place for the first time.

Although the decoration looks very warm, but the strange thing is that if you look at the window, you can always see a gray area outside, as if the coffee shop is the whole world.

Bugarati knew very well that he could say nothing was done when facing "Rolling Stone", but his destiny was like the florist owner was changed. That is to say, the reason why his destiny was changed was For other reasons.

Is it related to this?

Regarding the topic of his own destiny, Bugarati did not say anything, but calmly began to think about what the man who claimed to be the manager here had said.

A firm responsible for fulfilling the wishes of clients?

To be honest, Bugarati didn't believe it.

It's not that he doesn't trust the other party's strength. After all, the steel chain fingers that were suppressed in his body after he stepped in here have proved that the two people in front of him are not simple.

The reason why I didn't believe it was mainly because the two people in front of me ate hot pot in the coffee shop and called the coffee shop an office.

Although the two people did not have any hostility towards him, the relationship of trust was obviously not established so easily.

but...

"It's true!"

Another voice reached Bugarati's ears, and then he saw that the bald man who had been eating from the beginning finally put down his chopsticks and looked at him with his eyes hanging.

"Jon is surprisingly talented in this area..."

Although it seemed to be trying to persuade him, neither his expression nor his tone of voice were unexpectedly persuasive.

And even if it was true, he was not going to do it.