Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

The terms are very favorable and especially presented before making a decision.

Rather than saying it was for myself, it was better to say it was for the Rebirth Club.

Ji Liushuang looked at Ji Tong with a dull expression.

It was obvious that this man was expecting a happy outcome.

It seems that the hidden dangers in Ji Ping's ability have been removed, and Ji Tong is obviously inclined to keep it as a good combat power and specimen.

The condition of exchange is control of the gospel group.

It is conceivable that there will be little resistance within the Ji family.

Because essentially it is consistent with the original plan, it just changed from a fake rebirth club to a real rebirth club.

This should be the reason why Ji Tong dared to make such conditions directly.

The only concern may be with myself.

After all, I have always been subconsciously excluded from family affairs, but now the aura of the Saint of the Rebirth Club should be able to offset this.

After Fu Qian left, Ji Liushuang, who was at the center of his gaze, stared thoughtfully, without any trace of stage fright, and was not in a hurry to answer.

The next moment, her eyes fell on Ji Ping's hand and her words were shocking.

"This is a dead man's hand."

"... Its original owner should indeed be dead."

Ji Ping obviously didn't expect the topic to come to this, so he resisted the urge to withdraw his hand and explained with a forced smile.

"It's not supposed to be, you know."

Ji Liushuang shook his head and looked at Ji Xun and the others.

"You know that too."

"I have never seen the process, but I can still think of some possibilities for how the magical effect is achieved after it is connected."

"This hand comes from the corpse of a dead Ji clan member who has a bloodline talent and can activate the ashes."

Her eyes swept across everyone's faces in turn.

"You can all guess this, it's just tacit."

……

If this is the legendary tactic of luring the enemy deep, the opponent must cooperate with it.

In the Silver Mist Manor, Fu Qian's figure flickered and appeared, walking quickly through the quiet scenery.

With the help of blood conquest, even the security of the top families is useless at this moment.

Following the traces of the thread of concern in his perception, Fu Qian confirmed that he was quickly approaching the target, and also confirmed that he had already traveled a considerable distance.

At this moment, he had already passed the point where he and Ji Liushuang turned back last night, and the goal seemed not far away.

when!when!
The next moment, he flicked forward with his fingers, knocking away two spikes that seemed to protrude from the void.

White but not shining, the two spikes are more like bone than metal, and the tentacles are surprisingly powerful.

snort!
The closer you get to the target, the easier it is for people to become anxious. It’s a good time for a sneak attack. You think we don’t know?

However, this insidious and covert sneak attack was easily blocked by Fu Qian, without even using Blood Conquest to dodge it.

Of course, the price of ease is that those two fingers have turned into blood mist.

While the fingers were rapidly reborn, Fu Qian's speed did not slow down even a little, making him a ruthless pursuit machine.

Lu wanted to run away after offending him.

After today, the whole world will know the consequences of going against my Rebirth Club.

Five seconds later, this death-like attack finally ended on a blue wave.

The figure stopped suddenly and stood on the stone platform that was almost flush with the water. Fu Qian stepped on it without hesitation.

boom!
As if a bomb had been detonated, the stone platform and the deep lake water exploded in all directions at the same time. In the center of the terrifying waves, even the fine rocks on the bottom of the lake could be seen again.

"Demigod Lu, as you get older, you shouldn't be so angry..."

The next moment, an unknown voice came from a giant cocoon floating in the air.

The golden flame on the surface of the translucent cocoon seemed to have become more brilliant due to premature exposure to the sun.

Even as the thing inside struggled violently, it was still moving into strange patterns.

This thing seems a bit unadapted to the outside environment, so is it parasitic in Ashfall?

Before paying, he silently summarized his observations and then shouted.

"Malfoy?"

"How do you know the name Malfoy?" The voice on the other side was immediately stunned.

"Is your name really Malfoy?"

I was a little surprised before I paid.

"No, my name is Malka..."

"What about Malfoy?"

"I'm Malfoy..."

The next moment, a ghostly voice sounded from behind, followed by two spikes from different angles.

when!when!
Two more crackles.

The two fingers that had just grown before Fu turned into blood mist again, and the spikes that had been injured twice were finally overwhelmed and both shattered.

A figure more than two meters tall and as thin as a hemp pole also appeared in the void.

And from the long and narrow horse face, Fu Qian actually saw the shadow of Brother Marco again.

Are they still three brothers?

One sect and two demi-gods, the name of the parents is useless?

Such a talented family was actually caught by the Native Council?

"Mr. Lu really deserves his reputation."

The man who called himself Malfoy first praised him after he appeared, and at the same time lowered his head to look at it.

The spikes that were crushed by the first two attacks just now were actually the tops of his two long and narrow arms.

It wasn't the fingers, but the entire arm that was twisted and curled up like that.

At this moment, it is also recovering automatically.

Of course, compared with before payment, the efficiency is still far behind.

"It's a pity that we were still a little short of that and didn't beat that loser Malka to death."

"Don't worry, isn't it here?"

Ignoring Malka's cry of "I won't die even if you die", Fu Qian's restored fingers directly turned into sharp claws.

"Are you really planning to kill us all one against two?"

Malfoy finally looked a little surprised.

"You seem to have some deep prejudices against the Parliament!"

"what?"

I was also surprised before paying.

"Aren't you pretending to be my Rebirth Club just to lure me out to compete, not only to differentiate between superior and inferior, but also to decide life and death?"

"...That is indeed one of the plans."

Malfoy looked at him deeply.

"But I wasn't too sure about whether you would come at first."

"I understand, so the ideal situation is for everything to go smoothly and to easily control the gospel group, thereby successfully penetrating the influence of the parliament into the forces dominated by ordinary people."

He rubbed the lower edge of the mask in front of him, thoughtfully.

"Yes."

"Even if it doesn't work, if you are unlucky enough to be discovered by the Ji family, or targeted by the Ye Zhi people, can you still help the Rebirth Club to arouse the hatred of the two major forces at the same time?"

"Yes."

It sounded like Malfoy appreciated the clarity of his thinking before dealing with it.

"So now it's the third situation. We were directly approached during the operation. What are you going to do?"

"of course."

Facing the problem at hand, Malfoy let out a strange laugh, but before he could express his emotions, Malka on the other side took the lead.

"Of course... lure them out and kill them."

The one with only one face left, his voice was full of ferocity and madness.

"What do you think we are doing now? Even if there is a slight possibility, we will be fully prepared."

"You may not be afraid of the two demigods, but what about the god?"