Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

The trapped man was obviously unwilling to surrender. Not only did he not answer Fu Qian's questions, but he struggled violently in the tentacles.

Unfortunately, the blow that had been lying in wait for a long time obviously caused unbearable damage to it.

Dripping with blood, the body in the cage tore and swelled, revealing flesh and blood textures that shone with strange beauty.

However, the tenacity of the tentacles was beyond imagination. The body that expanded several times in an instant only opened the ferocious cage a little, and the exposed gap was far from enough for it to escape.

Seeing a stalemate, the swollen body exploded in the next moment, splattering into pieces of flesh and blood less than the size of a fist.

The moment these flesh and blood exploded, they quickly squirmed and twisted into bats in the air.

The bats flapped their wings and swarmed out of the gaps between their tentacles.

This is the real means of escape.

clever!

With such a method, I couldn't help but praise him before I paid.

These little bats are extremely fast. After emerging from the gaps between their tentacles, they quickly fly in all directions.

Each bat's route is erratic, but the common point is that they never look back. They have obviously given up fighting and are focused on running away.

In this case, it is extremely difficult to keep them.

Unfortunately, the next moment, all these desires for freedom crashed into a larger network.

Sorry, we are also experts in things like instantaneous explosion.

Fu Qian controlled the already hundreds of tentacles, slowly shrinking toward the center, forming an airtight web of flesh and blood.

How could one be so cautious about an assassin-type opponent who was proficient in ambush and sneak attacks?

Most of these hundreds of tentacles exploded from Fu Qian's upper body.

It was almost the same time as this inflated body was preparing to self-destruct.

At this moment, you can feel countless bats in the net biting and flapping, trying to find a way out.

Unfortunately, thanks to Fu Qian's careful weaving, the cage composed of tentacles has turned into a black-red cocoon, as deadly as the Juehu Net.

Not to mention the size of a fist, you can't get out even if it's the size of a turtle's head.

And this is not over yet, as time goes by, this cocoon is still shrinking steadily inch by inch.

Soon the bats' movements became powerless because the space for movement had been greatly reduced.

And with the feeling of crushing the soup dumplings, one after another, the bodies of the bats burst under the heavy pressure.

"Can you answer my question now?"

When the cocoon was controlled to shrink to almost 0.05 cubic meters in volume, Fu Qian paused and asked the question again.

"You... why... it's impossible! What on earth are you?"

After waiting patiently for three seconds, a voice full of doubts about life came from inside the cocoon.

"Answer the question, your question period hasn't come yet."

Fu Qian gave an expressionless reminder, and he reacted the next moment.

This voice sounds like a woman?

hiss!

Fu Qian took a breath and looked up at the cocoon in mid-air.

In the mix of black and red, hundreds of tentacles are extending from above, which is spectacular.

So... now I am using a bunch of tentacles to trap a female Power Warrior and lift her into the air?

This style of painting is not quite right!

"Come down and have a chat?"

I thought about it before paying and decided to end this look as soon as possible to avoid being broadcast.

"good!"

The response inside was more urgent than expected, and Fu Qian chose to interpret it as a simple desire for freedom.

The next moment, the tentacles were pulled out one by one from the perfectly woven long cocoon and quickly gathered on Fu Qian's body.

Soon before paying, I saw what was wrapped inside.

It was a humanoid creature with hands and feet, slender and vague in outline.

At this moment, this man was holding his knees with his hands and burying his head between his legs.

The so-called rounded lumps.

And at the moment when the cocoon completely disintegrated, the ball suddenly became as soft as silk, and the whole thing fell to the ground.

…

For a while, he didn't make any move, he just looked at the puddle on the ground silently.

Fortunately, the latter stretched out quickly after landing, and then supported the ground with his almost translucent arms, and took two long breaths.

After taking two breaths, the body of this person quickly became colored, and the skin on the surface became dazzlingly white, quickly covering up the organs, flesh and blood.

And as a pair of wide wing membranes stretched out from behind to wrap around the whole body, this person finally raised his head.

He has gray hair and red eyes, delicate but inhuman facial features, and a stern look on his face that shows no sense of prisoner consciousness.

"What...are you?"

As his condition recovered slightly, the man stood up and asked Fu Qian with a look of disbelief.

"You have one last chance to organize your words."

Fu Qian reminded him expressionlessly.

…

"Serana."

The wisdom of the vampires cannot be underestimated. After pondering for a few seconds, this man successfully recalled the question asked by Fu Qian and quickly answered it.

"Selana Goulard?"

"right."

"very good!"

Before paying, he expressed his relief that the communication could proceed normally.

"So it was Taylor-san who asked you to come?"

"How could that idiot order me?"

Upon hearing Fu Qian's question, Ms. Serana snorted, looking arrogant.

"Do you have the Abyss Notes in your hand?"

"Come for this?"

With curiosity in mind, he took out the previous harvest from his pocket after thinking about it.

"That's right."

Serana looked at what she took out before paying, and nodded silently.

"Can you locate it?"

Combining this person's reaction with what he just said, Fu Qian guessed a possibility.

"Yes, and not long ago, I suddenly lost my sense of it."

"It kind of surprised me and I approached Taylor who was supposed to be holding it and asked about it."

See, there's no harm in being cautious.

Before paying, I expressed satisfaction with my previous careful use.

"Then Taylor told you so honestly? I thought he would find a few reasons to stall for a while."

"Although Taylor is a idiot, one advantage he has is that he is greedy for life and afraid of death."

Serana's tone was calm but murderous.

"understood."

I understand instantly before paying.

"If this thing is so important, why would it be handed over to that person?"

"Of course that's because it's not that important anymore."

"In the final analysis, it's just a notepad with very limited usage."

Serana looked at the notes in Fu Qian's hand with a complicated expression.

"The reason why I pay more attention is that in my long life, there are only a few things that I can focus on and remember."

"That's how life is."

Feeling the vicissitudes of the other party's words, Fu Qian expressed his agreement.

At the same time, he realized something.

A long life...

"Your old Gui Geng?"

…

Serana didn't speak, but the air seemed to suddenly freeze.

You're already a vampire and you're still so sensitive to age?

Fu Qian said it was difficult to understand such reactions.

The problem is that even if you don't say it, it's very easy to verify this kind of thing.

Fu Qian shook his head and opened the note in his hand, took out another pen from his pocket, brushed it a few times, and left a sentence on the blank page.

[Serana is less than 500 years old]

The next moment, the writing quickly disappeared.