Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Each one is weirder than the other!

Looking at the lady talking in the void, Fu Qian shook her head, and then walked forward without hesitation.

He has red hair and brown eyes, and has good facial features, but the traces of time can already be seen on his face. He should be nearly middle-aged.

The chest of the dark dress is pulled lower, making the skin whiter and more delicate.

Even though Fu Qian stood beside her, she still didn't notice anything and was chatting casually with the "person in front of her".

The red-haired lady's expression was so natural when she spoke that one couldn't help but wonder if there was really an invisible person there.

Not in a hurry to interrupt, Fu Qian listened quietly for a while.

From the lady's words, it can be known that the man in front of her is named Knight, who lost his only son half a year ago and has been immersed in pain all day long.

And she has been advising the deceased that they are dead and should look forward and enjoy life.

"In fact, you have looked much better recently. Drinking alcohol in moderation is good for you!"

At the end of the sentence, the man looked up and down at Void seriously, and his tone was quite pleased.

"You're right."

At this moment, Fu Qian took the opportunity to step forward and stood next to the red-haired lady. He also spoke to the air and even raised his glass.

“Wine is the cure.”

After observing this strange performance, Fu Qian had the idea to conduct further tests to see how these actors could "wake up" from their performances.

However, even though she joined the topic so naturally, the red-haired lady still didn't react at all. She seemed completely unaware that there was someone else around her and continued her conversation with Knight.

Sure enough?

Fu Qian nodded without surprise, but did not give up.

After thinking for a moment, he directly picked up the wine glass and put it into the red-haired lady's hand.

"Here comes your drink ma'am."

…

Facing the wine glass that was suddenly thrust into her hand, the woman looked obviously resistant and seemed to want to throw it away subconsciously.

At the same time, she still ignored Fu Qian's words.

However, Fu Qian would not let her go like this. He directly and rudely held this person's hand from the outside and asked her to hold the wine glass firmly.

"I was a little thirsty and took a sip just now. I hope you won't mind."

Let this person look at the wine glass with only the remaining liquid left, and then continue talking.

…

Forced to stare at the wine glass in her hand, the red-haired lady was stunned for about ten seconds before the expression on her face finally changed, taking on a hint of hatred and disgust.

ah!

The next moment, this man suddenly opened his mouth, let out a scream, and then violently shook off Fu Qian's hand.

Bang!

The delicate wine glass was thrown to the smooth ground and instantly shattered into pieces.

The next moment, this crisp sound seemed to wake up everyone in the room.

The guests who originally turned a blind eye looked at him almost at the same time.

Is this "woke"?

Fu Qian glanced at everyone who finally responded, then looked down at his hands, recalling the experience just now.

Normally, it is impossible for an ordinary person to throw away his hand.

The reason why the red-haired lady was able to do this just now was not because she suddenly had magical power, but because at that moment, her power seemed to be weakened.

That's right, just when this person made the move to throw away his hand, Fuzen realized that he seemed to have degraded to the level of an ordinary person.

Although there is still a huge disparity in power, it is no longer the same gap between gods and humans before.

This strange phenomenon made him curious for a moment, and he let go of his hand.

Looking at the red-haired lady who jumped to the side, Fu Qian confirmed that the current status of these "actors" was really unusual.

"Don't worry, Ms. Grace."

At this moment, Dean Collins's voice came from the crowd.

"My people have noticed him a long time ago. This assassin sneaked into our banquet and tried to poison us."

As he spoke, Collins walked forward through the crowd and said with great certainty.

"I have already prepared a gift for him."

After speaking, Collins directly picked up something from the side.

Fu Qian recognized it at a glance. It was a crossbow that had been strung.

I still feel like I haven’t woken up yet!

Being aimed at the crossbow with a cold light, his immediate attention was not on it. Instead, he was carefully observing the guests surrounding him.

The faces of this group of people still had that strange, holy and dirty expression, giving people the feeling that they were still in a drama.

Just changed the script.

Blinking before paying, he naturally couldn't believe Collins's prepared words, and the poisoning of assassins was even more nonsense.

What this person said was more like he made up a story and wrote himself into it.

So now I am a prop in a drama?

Fu Qian seemed to understand his situation.

The next moment, without a chance to say his lines before payment, Collins directly pulled the trigger.

Cold light flickered.

This kind of attack poses no threat at all when dealt with normally.

After breaking away from contact with Grace, his abilities were restored instantly.

With his speed, it would be easy to dodge this crossbow mark.

The next moment, blood splattered.

Fu Qian looked at the hole in his palm, and blood was gurgling from it.

Yes, he didn't hide.

It's not that he was careless, but he did it on purpose.

After looking at the direction of the crossbow mark, Fu Qian first avoided the vital point, and then directly faced it with his hand.

Because he was curious about what would happen if he was shot.

Normally, this kind of weapon should not even be able to pierce your own skin.

However, this time it shot directly through the palm, leaving a huge bloody hole.

It's like shooting into the hands of ordinary people.

magic!

Not only that, but the area around the wound seemed to be affected by a special force, and the healing speed was much slower than usual.

It seems that he knows how Hrom died.

Before paying, he lowered his head and muttered to himself.

The actors in this drama seem to have been under a kind of wonderful shelter, able to ignore extraordinary forces.

In front of them, even those who are as powerful as demigods will be injured like ordinary people.

If Hrom was accidentally hit by similar means without knowing it...

So it is really not impossible for a majestic demigod to fall into the hands of a group of ordinary people.

The only pity is that we still don't know where his body is.

"catch him."

Looking at the injured Fu Qian, Collins snorted and led everyone around him.

"Where is Hrom's body?"

The next moment, Fu Qian looked at everyone calmly and suddenly asked.

"Give up the struggle, you have no way to escape!"

As expected, Collins ignored his questions and continued to read his lines from the trial.

Sure enough, things that have nothing to do with their "script" will be naturally filtered out.

Confirmed his guess before paying.

Thanks to Brother Fenfen for the reward, thank you all!