Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 857 Ignition (29)

This fire is poisonous!
Returning to the unseen hill, in the beautifully decorated carriage, Fuqian expressed his heartfelt emotion.

This mission failed a little weirdly.

Operating all the way, step by step, no matter whether it is the aborigines or the hunting team, it can be said that I have squeezed out the information to the maximum extent.

However, the seemingly most valuable one among them, the moment of trying led to the failure of the mission.

From this point of view, fortunately, I didn't grab a flame spell directly before, otherwise I'm afraid it would have been reopened long ago.

It's really dangerous every step of the way, worthy of a first-class item.

For a while, Fuqian gave a silent admiration.

Although it was dropped and reopened, he never felt that failure after a lot of hard work was worthless.

Do not forget the original intention, you need to enjoy the task in order to complete the task.

And wrong information is information.

So the question is, what conclusions can be drawn from the previous wrong information?
……

First of all, the task did not fail before he came into contact with the flame.

That is to say, at that time, there is still the possibility of completing the task.

Even if it is forced to integrate into the unseen hill, the difficulty of killing the saint is gradually increasing.

Although it is not yet possible to determine why contamination with flames directly leads to failure.

But only based on the results, his best choice seemed to be the hunting team's blitzkrieg strategy.

Hit fast, and go straight to the target with the least degree of infection to complete the kill.

If necessary, you can even consider turning on the pseudo-deity to weaken the impact.

……

While thinking, Fu Qian calculated the time and moved to the side.

Still not wearing a mask, but compared to the first time, he moved in the opposite direction this time.

Boom!

The next moment there was a loud noise, a heavy billboard fell from the sky, and the gorgeous carriage became open again.

Hahaha……

Crazy and hearty laughter sounded overhead, and Brother Clown made his debut.

When Fu Qian threw aside the billboard on his body, the clown had already taken a leap of faith, and the soup overflowed and fell in front of him.

With Fu Qian's cooperation, he hit the target this time, so he didn't drop the second billboard.

Of course, the scene that appeared in front of him the next moment made this excitement stagnant.

"Ballard?"

Staring at Fu Qian among the debris everywhere, the clown's puzzled tone was filled with undisguised disgust.

The reason for this reaction is also very simple - Fu Qian didn't wear a mask, but chose to transform into a black mirror armor.

"Shouldn't it ruin your grand debut?"

Under the helmet, Fu Qian let out a series of low-pitched laughter, and asked the clown back.

"You're not Ballard."

The distaste for the defenders of order made the clown obviously very familiar with Ballard, and he made a judgment immediately.

Because Fu Qian didn't even imitate the voice.

"So I'm not Ballard, is this news making you happy? Or is it not?"

Before paying, he was noncommittal and asked again.

"You're not Ballard, but you're waiting for me on purpose?"

The clown with good intelligence immediately knew the meaning of the string song, and thought of the possibility of some kind of conspiracy.

"Waiting for me to disrupt order, or even get myself hit on purpose, and then bring me to justice? When will this city have another justice envoy?"

"Of course I have to say, your style is much more flexible than Ballard's!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

Fu Qian didn't seem to mind the allegations of phishing enforcement at all.

"I think so too, that guy is kind of boring—"

"You too."

It's a pity that the clown didn't sound appreciative, and coldly interrupted Fu Qian's comment.

"Even more tedious, any idea why?"

"I know, you hate the feeling of being designed."

Fu Qian nodded and said the classic line again.

"Human nature needs chaos, otherwise it would be too boring."

"Don't worry, you'll get it soon."

Before he finished speaking, a black armor arm grabbed the clown's head.

"As you said, I am far more flexible than Ballard."

Put your fingers together before you speak.

While the juice was overflowing, Fu Qian's body was still spotless, and he left the clown's body casually.

It can be seen that the black viscous liquid that I have seen before is still trying to repair the damaged brain.

It's a pity that several air bullets were fired in the next moment, which directly made this effort futile.

No way, I'm in a hurry.

It is definitely not possible to go directly, but there is a hunting team staring at him in the dark.

And after this operation, the audience should have seen enough.

……

Standing up straight, Fu Qian looked at the two figures approaching one after the other.

Still the baby-faced demigod Aiko and Xiu Meng's puppet demigod.

On the face of the former, there is still an expression that everything is under control.

It's not difficult to understand, the conversation I had with the clown just now must have been hidden from them.

And the content really shows that he is an aboriginal demigod.

That's enough. As for whether the means are ruthless or not, it doesn't make any sense to the hunters.

"Outlander?"

Of course, for the former, this time the difference is big, because he knows the details of this group of people.

So without any bullshit, he got straight to the point.

……

This fortune-telling-level inference undoubtedly shocked Aike demigod deeply.

The smile on her face disappeared, she stopped in an instant, and looked Fu Qian up and down.

"On you..."

However, Fu Qian looked more carefully than her.

"Sure enough, hahaha..."

In the next moment, Fuqian let out a series of laughter.

"It should have been like this a long time ago, it really wasn't my illusion!"

"What do you mean?"

At first, she showed up to hunt with confidence, but the prey suddenly went mad, and the content of the key words became more and more weird, and Aike finally couldn't listen to it.

"This tiresome place is long overdue for burning, like this carriage."

Fu Qian ignored her and continued to express his emotions, even inheriting the will of the clown.

"Smooth, steady, never-ending, represents the most boring side of the place..."

"What's your name?"

Ai Ke's demigod obviously doesn't like passive characters, and after repeated frustrations, he chooses to question indifferently and speak threateningly.

"Are you looking for flames? Like this on you?"

It's a pity that Fu Qian's next question made her pupils dilate instantly.

"Come with me, I know where there will be, and the number far exceeds your hunting."

Before she could say anything, Fu Qian shook his head again.

"Okay where, can we both come?"

With a stiff expression, Aike forced a smile and pointed at the demigod puppet.

"It's all right, you four."

No emotion could be heard in Fu Qian's tone. With a light tap of his finger on the visor, the lenses bloomed around like flowers.

"Just call me Andil."

(End of this chapter)