Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 141 Disorder (Eleven)

Although he often talks nonsense in full view, Fu Qian has always regarded himself as an honest person.

In many cases, he has a strange earnestness.

For example, the reason why he came to different conclusions just now is the result of his repeated consideration and notarized comparison.

It is by no means casual talk.

The wonderful image just now, in Fu Qian's view, is the ultimate embodiment of the beauty of life.

And the lady in front of her, although her body is slender and thin, and she is tightly hidden in a large burqa, still has an indescribable temptation.

It is a kind of charm that skips the evaluation criteria in the ordinary sense and directly instills the concept of beauty into consciousness.

Not only that, even in this dark underground, where there are many deformed corpses, this one still maintains a different kind of elegance.

Hearing Fu Qian's evaluation, the pointed hat lady was obviously a little surprised.

"You have a pair of eyes."

After staring at him for a while, she commented on the previous comments.

Obviously, the content of this review also does not know what modesty is.

"Everyone says so."

Before paying this, he nodded confidently.

Of course, Fu Qian's so-called everyone is only one or two people in total.

In fact, even Young Master Qin and the others are often surprised by his unique aesthetics.

Without asking what the influence just now represented, Fu Qian sat down directly beside him.

The other party didn't intend to stand up at all, and the hat on his head was so big that speaking in that posture just now was undoubtedly very awkward.

"What's your name?"

Looking at Fu Qian's actions, the lady with a pointed hat asked with her chin in her hand.

"Before paying."

Before paying?

The pointed hat lady repeated Fu Qian's name, her eyebrows furrowed.

This was the first time her expression changed.

After thinking for a long time, this man bowed his head and muttered to himself.

"interesting!"

Is it funny to comment on your own name?
The reaction of the lady with the pointed hat moved Fu Qian's heart.

It sounded like the words of the girls who flirted with him.

That's right, although he has a bad personality and an inhuman temperament.

But thanks to his good external image, Fu Qian still encountered a certain amount of strike-ups.

Of course, the final reactions of those girls were all—"My mother really lost her mind at that time!"

The person in front of me, Fu Qian certainly wouldn't regard her as that kind of little girl who doesn't know the dangers in the world.

So in this way, this evaluation is even more intriguing.

"What about you?"

After thinking about it, Fu Qian asked back.

"My name?"

The lady in the pointed hat let out a low laugh.

"Have you figured it out? Knowing my name is not a good thing."

"Especially for you, I am an absolute filthy daughter!"

"If you just want a code name for conversation, you can call me a witch. In fact, this is indeed an appropriate title."

Witch?This self-evaluation is not easy!

Fu Qian didn't worry about whether his real name was real, what he noticed was another problem, this one just said a word - especially for you.

Fu Qian thought about it, and pointed to the texture on his body.

"Do you mean this?"

"Yes."

The witch looked at the dark place with blurred eyes, with a half-smile on her face.

"Your faith gives you strength, it's not good to be desecrated by me."

"My strength is bestowed by appetite, and has nothing to do with belief."

Before paying, he casually said.

"It's serious blasphemy for you to say such things!"

The witch looked up at Fu Qian again.

"Actually, your power is pretty good, what about the legendary Dragon of Time, hehe..."

Without adding hehe, your compliment is still a bit convincing.

Fu Qian glanced at her.

"It's okay, a person like me who deserves to go to hell never expects to be sheltered—"

Before the words fell, Fu Qian found that the other party stretched out a hand.

"There's something very interesting about you."

The next moment, Fu Qian found that the pus stone in his pocket ran out by himself and slowly floated over.

The Countess really knew something, that's why she asked herself to come down here!
Fu Qian didn't try to grab the pustule back, but thought of something quickly.

He deliberately didn't take out the pustule just now. On the one hand, he found it novel and wanted to chat with this mysterious being for a while.

On the other hand, I want to see if this person can perceive the pus stone on his body.

It turns out that the Witch is quite sensitive to the presence of pustulites.

"Has it reached this level?"

The witch stared at the pus stone in her hand, and sighed after a while.

"Where did you find this?"

"A prison, in the mouth of a skeleton."

Fu Qian pointed up.

"So you were locked in there before? It's true... there are signs of discoloration on your body."

This one is talking about fading?
Fu Qian raised his eyebrows.

"What the hell is this?"

"what……"

The witch thought for a while, and suddenly smiled.

The next moment, the hard pus melted quickly in her hands, turning into a pool of red and black liquid.

The liquid with the color of an oil film suddenly swelled into an illusory faucet.

Different from the dragon head that Fu Qian breathed out, this one was extremely ferocious, full of corruption and depravity.

The next moment, the dragon's head opened, spraying out a purple-brown cone-shaped cloud.

The smell of stench and corruption permeated the entire underground in an instant, and the visibility dropped rapidly.

By the time the breath ended, the pus stone in the witch's hand had been completely consumed.

"Are you trying to tell me that this thing and my power are essentially the same thing?"

The first time he realized that there was no way to avoid it, Fu Qian stood where he was and gave up struggling.

Seeing the person stop at this moment, he simply asked a question directly.

"It's not you, it's you."

"It's a remnant of human ichor, a product of the corruption of your faith. You can basically understand it as the opposite of fading."

"So you have to be careful, maybe it will find you."

The witch looked at Fu Qian with a half-smile, and suddenly thought of something, and reached out her hand again.

"There is actually something interesting!"

The next moment, Fu Qian watched helplessly as he opened his pocket again, and a rusty key flew out - the one that was turned out of the jailer at that time.

After catching the key, the witch flipped through it twice with great interest, and then a cluster of twinkling stars appeared on her fingertips.

The next moment, the rust on the key disappeared in an instant, and the crystal light shrouded the surface, making the latter look like a skyrocketing one.

"It has the breath of the starry sky on it, and it seems to be able to open a mysterious place."

What do you think of me as a three-year-old child?

Fu Qian looked at this nonsense expressionlessly.

Breath of starry air...An idiot can tell that this key only changed after you touched it!

"All right."

The witch raised her hand, and the transformed key slowly flew back to Fu Qian's hand.

"Take the key of starlight and go to fulfill your duties."

"The Blasphemer."

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