Chapter 1736 Bitter Fruit (Twenty-five)
So that's it. It sounds like this person doesn't have much objection to Mr. Akons.
After Brother Chuitou finished describing his extraordinary life, Fu Qian also expressed his understanding for a moment as to why he was in such a mental state.
Compared to other people's fear of the dark, he has obviously had more experience, and has even witnessed the tragic end of his own kind.
Even though this sword doesn't have any horrifying distortions, and even has a sense of sanctity as mentioned before, it is reasonable to never want to use it again due to some psychological shadows.
In addition, this is actually something Brother Chuitou should be grateful for. After sitting with such a thing for so long, just change it to something with an evil point of difference, and it will be less important to grow more parts on the body.
"Sorry for causing such trouble, it looks like I should have come earlier."
Facing the excited interviewee, while Fu Qian was calming him down, he directly grabbed the sword in his hand and looked at it carefully.
Uh...
His anger froze instantly, and it was obvious that this move still irritated the original owner to some extent.
However, Brother Chuitou wanted to say something but hesitated, and finally did not stop him.
"Whatever you want, I'm finally free——"
The next moment, he seemed to have lost all strength and slumped directly in his seat.
But this relaxation didn't last even for a second, and then he jumped up and looked in the direction of the window.
Even the heavy curtains were unable to block it, and strands of light were pouring in from all corners, making the lights on the table dim as yellow as beans.
It's dawn.
……
This is too dramatic.
As for the changes happening outside, Fu Qian is naturally quicker to notice.
Although this does not mean that he sensed something in advance and then reached out to create the illusion of destiny.
Just like when darkness falls, it disappears without warning and cannot be caught.
As for whether it was really destiny, and holding the sword in his hand caused this change, Fu Qian didn't think there was a direct relationship.
The sword is indeed not an ordinary thing. The moment you hold it, the feeling of invincibility emerges in your heart.
The level of power contained in it was obviously higher than the tip of the weaver's limb he sent out.
However, that's all. Fu Qian didn't feel that it had any more resonance with him. It was nothing more than a magic weapon.
In fact, this should be the reason why Brother Chuitou and his colleagues can use it normally.
As long as there is a little more activity or special effects, this kind of ordinary person may not be instantly transformed into something similar to a sword slave. How can Brother Chuitou still make such a generous act of giving it away.
All in all, the dawn was more like a pure coincidence.
"If it were really your sword, that's fine... would you kill me?"
Although Fu Qian made an objective evaluation here, it is obvious that the person involved does not know how he feels about using it. In addition, the visually impressive glass on the table makes it impossible not to connect this natural phenomenon.
Brother Chuitou, who finally recovered his language ability, had a look of relief and self-mockery on his face at that moment.
"What do you think?"
Although the response to him was more obvious ridicule.
Without even bothering to say a word, Fu Qian gestured in the direction of the door, then stood up directly.
And until Fu Qian came outside and closed the door again, Brother Chuotou didn't say another word.
It was obvious that the latter had already reacted to the meaning of the other party's last action - why should he wait until now if he really wanted to kill someone and take the sword?
This kind of door, which was obviously impossible to protect, the other party knocked patiently three times.
……
Sure enough, patience is still necessary. Not only did he gain a magical weapon, he even had a matching origin.
Fu Qian, who left decisively, was also very satisfied with the trip.
As we all know, if something wants to be sold at a high price, quality is one aspect, and more importantly, it must tell a good story.
Now it seems that I can take it with me and have a good chat with Dorian.
In fact, this is also the greatest significance of this harvest.
Yes, although the thing is powerful, Fu Qian never thought of it as a game of collecting equipment to defeat the devil.
My working environment has never been so simple and beautiful.
After realizing that there was such an item in Brother Chuitou's room, Fu Qian's only purpose was to treat it as a special collection.
Just like the doll in my hand.
The old lady's reaction after seeing her face was strange as never before.
Fu Qian has never been blindly optimistic. It is difficult to simply classify it as Dorian's improvisation in a dream as mentioned before.
What if the old lady really saw herself?
She has forgotten now, as if she has never interacted with herself, so is she the only exception?
For example, Ms. Sara, the droopy brother behind her, or Dorian... If I go and come back after a while, what kind of scene will I see, and what will be their reaction?
I believe I can get a certain answer to this question after meeting the doctor later.
But before that, I don’t mind making more preparations before paying.
For example, pick up some extraordinary souvenirs from places you have visited.
I was very curious before paying whether this would have an impact on my situation or become a special anchor.
After mentioning that he had been holding it until now, he looked at the doll that belonged to Hilaria, and after confirming that there was no damage, he put it into the hand holding the sword.
Chi...
With his free hand flying flexibly, he pulled out three clots of coagulated blood from his body and threw them away. Fu Qian then posed with a sword in one hand and a puppet in the other.
Combined with the blood stains on his body, he looks a bit like an evil priest.
……
The sky was indeed bright.
Although there was no one to guide him this time, it was still too easy for Fu Qian to remember the places he had already visited.
And walking on the streets that have regained light, although there is still no one, you can still feel the excitement brewing in the building.
Going out for a walk at dawn seems to be engraved in human genes.
In addition, because the night ended suddenly, I believe that the old lady who left earlier would not have much chance to continue the search.
And on this first night, after all, I failed to meet that "it" that cannot be named.
Boom!
Without deliberately keeping a low profile, Fu Qian rushed back to the original clinic with considerable efficiency.
It's not too surprising that the latter's door is closed. After all, according to what was said along the way, this person's business is currently very average.
Fu Qian also upheld the politeness he had been doing all the way and raised his hand to knock on the door.
There was no response, but there were obvious footsteps walking behind the door step by step, and then a pair of eyes looked out through the unclear glass.
"You - this doll is well done."
And almost instantly, the other party's eyes fell on the Hilaria doll.
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