musicians of old

Chapter 59 Distortion
Joan wiped away tears and looked in disbelief at Fanning, sitting next to the interpreter, holding a revolver.

She tried to recall the scene a few seconds ago, but couldn't remember exactly how Fanning got there.

"You are. Fanning? You are the Mendeleev just now, Mendeleev is you? Unexpectedly, you turned out to be a person with knowledge. You can see the illusion coming in from the outside. You are also the 'candle' of the study No wonder, no wonder." The translator, who had just exploded emotionally, now seems to have stabilized again, and his tone of voice tended to be flatter.

Only then did Joan finally realize that Mr. Mendeleev was Fanning.

"No wonder I was so confused when I heard his voice, no wonder he gave me a bottle of [-]% pure brilliance spiritual liquid so generously in a few words."

But it was Fanning's turn to wonder.

"Why does the translator know me?"

"Why is it no wonder?"

"I knew I shouldn't have thrown the mask away when I just walked out of the party, but why?"

Doubts are doubts, but the killing intent in Fan Ning's heart is even stronger now.

He tried to keep his tone as calm as possible: "Mr. Translator, don't you think your behavior is disgusting? Purple Bean Cake gave you all the samples of the secret atmosphere, and promised that you will temporarily use half of the samples for the next transaction." The formula can be exchanged for the brilliance spirit liquid, I really didn't expect you to use such a dirty trick."

On the surface, Fanning is still communicating with the other party on a reasonable level.

But he knew in his heart that today's matter might not end well.

On the one hand, the dark side of this "translator" has been revealed. On the other hand, as participants in the underground party, Fanning and Joan's faces have been completely exposed. Moreover, this person can match his name and face. No.

I'm afraid he knows his identity clearly.

The "translator" twitched imperceptibly twice: "I've always wondered why you would be so generous to others at the party, so you know each other, hehehe But Fanning, it's useless for you to point a gun at me. If not, you want to bet with me that your bullet will kill me first, or mine will kill Miss Purple Bean Cake first?"

Fan Ning gave a comforting look to Joan, who was crying like pear blossoms and rain, and then looked back at the "translator", jokingly said: "So you want to negotiate with me?"

"You're wasting my time." The translator's voice turned cold suddenly, "I don't understand why you bet her life against just a day's delay, but unfortunately my patience is almost exhausted."

Anyway, the end of my own failure is death, and that way may be more painful.

"Fanning, let me count to ten. If you don't disappear in front of my eyes, I will make her disappear from this world. Don't think that you can threaten me with a gun. You can try if we can pull the gun at the same time." trigger."

"One or two." The figure of the man in the old-fashioned dress became tighter and tighter.

Hearing this, Fan Ning smiled easily.

He shook his head: "Are you so sure that you are pointing a gun at Miss Purple Bean Cake?"

The expression of the "translator" behind the black mask changed.

A vortex appeared in the middle of the speeding car scene, and the lines of various scenes twisted and rotated, constantly kneading into the center of the vortex.

When the vortex stretched in the opposite direction again, various details changed, and things returned to their original appearance.

In the alley at night, the carriage did not move, it was parked at the side of the road, and the driver fell unconscious.

In the carriage, Fan Ning pointed a gun at the "translator", and the "translator" was aiming at Joan. It was a piece of wood that he didn't know where it came from.

The scene is unavoidably funny.

And his pistol, which was actually loaded with ammunition, happened to be placed on the table in front of the sofa.

For this "translator" who also studies the aspect of "candle", the "light of first knowledge" is an illusion.

Very strong ability, once the opponent is tricked, it can be shot and killed without difficulty, and it is also quite practical to achieve some other purposes in non-combat situations.

It's a pity that the Fan Ning he met was already a third-level sage, and his inspiration was infinitely close to the middle level.

Not only was his illusion useless to Fanning, but Fanning had wrapped himself in it.

"So, why do you know me, Mr. Translator." Fanning calmly picked up the other revolver on the table.

With a snap, the wood in the "translator"'s hand fell to the ground.

"Would you mind telling me who you are? Or... want me to do it myself?"

"Help me." The translator's old voice suddenly became crying.

Fanning stared at him in amazement.

"Why don't you kill me?" He changed into a tone of intoxication and enjoyment again, and the whole person was like a marionette again, mechanically twitching to one side a few times, "Hehehe, there is something on your face. So many holes"

"Stop, don't come over here." Seeing this weird situation, a creepy body sensation crawled from Fanning's tailbone to his vest.

Under the spiritual sense, he saw dense green light spots emerging from the opponent's original golden ether body.

Fanning was nervously eyeing the revolver, pulling away a little while his other hand fumbled behind him, preparing to unlatch the curtain of the front door.

"Sorry, I misread it. It's you. You have so many faces." The translator stood up.

"You'll help me, won't you?" Green mucus began to overflow from his mouth and nose, dripping down the edge of the mask.

"Ah!!!" Joan on the other side suddenly screamed, "Caroun, there seems to be something sticking out from the back of his neck!"

These words reminded the "translator" himself. He stretched out his hand to touch the back of his neck, but he touched a bump like a face with facial features. Then he turned sideways slightly in a daze, trying to turn his head to see the situation clearly.

"Damn." This scene made Fan Ning really a little bit uncontrollable, and he shot the "translator" in the head.

"boom!--"

The smell of gunpowder wafted out, bullets passed through the mask, and blood burst from the tip of his nose.

The whole face seemed to be more brittle than normal, and this shot easily opened the thick wound on the wrist.

Several thick bulges appeared on the surface of the "Translator"'s body, running under the skin like a snake. With a puff, several pale heads one size smaller than the normal size came out of the wound, and "Translator" The original head was nearly split in two.

"What the hell is this?" Fanning turned pale with shock, and fired several times until the magazine was empty.

The paper-like head and neck of the "translator" were almost torn apart by these bullets, but the upper part of his body seemed to be filled with foaming agent, with various parts that violated the normal shape of organs, with The green mucus was continuously "pulled out" from the inside out.

"Wow!!!!"

The sharp howling sound pierced the eardrums, and the intact lower body, which was still wearing a shiny belt and wearing trousers, suddenly jumped towards Fan Ning. The speed was so fast that people were caught off guard!
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