Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

"Mr. Eco."

Perhaps due to the consensus on the sense of urgency, the team's marching efficiency has been significantly improved compared to before.

Of course, in contrast, the atmosphere seems even more depressing.

This time, it was Fu Qian who tried to liven up the atmosphere. In fact, the first thing he did was to apologize to the Night Watcher Demigod.

"I'm sorry I had to do that just now. Are you feeling better now?"

"That's my duty. In fact, I should be the one expressing my gratitude."

It can be seen that this action surprised Eco a little, but after staring at Fu Qian for a while, she still commented on the essence of the incident fairly and indicated that there was no need to take it to heart.

"Also, don't worry. Although I seemed to have difficulty suppressing the animal-like frenzy deep in my soul when I was hit continuously just now, my will is now quite clear, and I am sure that I have not forgotten anything."

At the same time, Eco also described his own mental journey in great detail.

Of course, it is not to emphasize one's own contribution, but a way to express gratitude.

After all the dealings she had with him, how could she be so naive as to think that the other party really cared about her safety?

Everyone heard what this guy had just said to Li He.

It was obvious that both the old and the young seemed very interested in this special mental annihilation technique.

The purpose of this guy coming over at this moment is only to consult about his feelings as the person involved, so as to use it as a basis for subsequent judgment.

A demigod test subject, his reference value is very valuable no matter how you look at it.

But it doesn’t matter, the thanks I expressed earlier are always true.

The other party did help, and that is enough.

The frenzy deep in the soul.

It was impossible for him not to understand Mr. Eco's sincerity. On the one hand, Fu Qian listened attentively, and on the other hand, he naturally recalled the feeling of whipping himself with the whip.

"Just now I did notice that your skin had some peculiar changes during the process. This should be a manifestation of mania. There is a small problem..."

And the next moment he consulted in extraordinary detail.

"According to your judgment, if I am hit by the whip again next time, will I be resistant to this mutation, or will the situation become more serious?"

……

This time, Eco was much slower in thanking him.

Fu Qian's question seemed to have put her into some difficult self-examination.

However, her pride as a demigod obviously did not allow her to prevaricate about her promise of gratitude.

Fu Qian was very patient and didn't rush him. He just walked aside.

"I can't be sure, but intuitively... it seems like it will get more serious."

But he didn't have to wait too long. At one point, Eco finally made a decision, looked at him seriously and answered.

Resistance will not increase due to adaptation, but the barrier that restrains animal nature will become weaker.

The memory may not be lost, but the disappearance of a certain "self" does not seem so easy to recover.

  Or should it be called "human nature"?

Rubbing the dark red ring on his hand, Fu Qian naturally thought of the scarlet angel with a similar style, and a second-level god named Ariel.

Would that be the ultimate form of this elimination?

  The tyrant version of destroying the mind does not ultimately turn people into lunatics, but directly makes "people" cease to exist?

Is this the true meaning of the honorific title of the King of Abandoned Prison, "My soul is shattered because of you"?

It's really different.

And if that is the case, in addition to Mr. Stoss, Ms. Nefeli, who once had tea with him, seems to be worth talking about.

After all, it looked like Ariel was her creation.

Learning never ends!

Fu Qian felt that he had gained a lot and was in a very happy mood.

Of course, as the saying goes, happiness is better shared than happiness alone. Almost at the same time, the leader of the team, Lord Jining, suddenly stopped. …

When the long skirt was designed, it was obvious that the convenience of walking was not taken into consideration, so Lord Jining had to hold it in his hands and carry it gently.

At this moment, she had put down her right hand and reached into a cabinet to search.

Ornate and intricate, the wooden cabinet is of considerable size.

Coupled with the relatively serious degree of decay, it is obviously not an easy task to find something from it - Jining withdrew his hand, leaving behind an exquisite silver and blue object that was the length of his forearm.

It took less than half a minute from the time I stopped.

It was smooth and silky, as if it had known it was there.

Even including the route along the way, when I think back, I hardly took any extra steps.

"We seem to have found a second trace."

While she was praising, Lady Jining had already turned around and showed off her harvest.

It is easy to see that the short stick with extremely exquisite patterns and designs is actually a dagger with a sheath.

Judging from the style and size, it seems easy to imagine that this is also an item that "belongs" to Lord Jining, a makeup knife used to hurt others or oneself.

"what?"

Just when this thought naturally emerged, Jin Ning, the person involved, did not hesitate and had already held both ends in his hands and tried to open them.

However, as everyone watched, the seemingly slender short blade did not move at all in the demigod's hand.

"how come……"

After deftly groping up and down with his fingers and confirming that there was no special structure, Jining did not hide his confusion.

"Do you want to try someone else?"

Seeing that even Mr. Li frowned, Fu Qian took the initiative to offer a suggestion.

Substitution...

This suggestion, which seemed reasonable in every way, made Lady Jining hesitate, as if she did not want to share the item that belonged to her.

"I'll try it for a little longer. This thing... is really dangerous. Try to limit people's contact with it."

After a brief consideration, she finally shook her head and seemed to have made up her mind.

"Ok."

Feeling the sincerity in the other party's words, Fu Qian did not insist.

"Don't worry, I'm confident that this thing belongs to me. After all, even the pattern is the same as the clothes I'm wearing, isn't it?"

As if he felt that the team's morale was somewhat affected, Jin Ning turned around and was about to resume his journey, playing with the dagger in his hand and making a small joke.

……

At that moment, the air seemed to be stagnant, and more than one pair of eyes were staring between the dagger and Jin Ning.

They are indeed both full of noble style, but anyone with eyes can see that they are two completely different styles of luxury. Lord Jining's reason...

"The dagger is silver-blue."

At the same time, Fu Qian verified a guess in his mind, sighed and described the basic appearance of the second trace.

……

After hearing these words, Jining was stunned on the spot.

"Your Mightiness."

Fu Qian did not stop, but looked quietly into those lively and bright eyes.

"After putting on this dress, can you really still see?" (End of this chapter)