Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Are you surprised or surprised?

When the old gentleman was stunned, Fu Qian, who was forced to reveal his true face, raised the corners of his mouth and made a kind smile.

It is indeed a top-level confrontation mission. You can meet players of this level even while drinking coffee.

There is no doubt that this crazy scene in the cafe was caused by the man in front of him.

And this person is not only an extraordinary person, but his rank is quite high. It feels like he can reach the fourth level.

Of course, precisely because of this, the old gentleman was obviously frightened at the moment.

The gap of one level, the loss of the mask's cover, and the fact that Fu Qian no longer deliberately concealed it, the old gentleman should be able to feel a hint of divinity.

"Name?"

The next moment, Fu Qian blinked and asked a question very softly.

It's a pity that the old gentleman who was full of surprises obviously didn't want to communicate.

The moment he came back to his senses, his first reaction was to open his mouth wide and let out a silent scream.

This scream was obviously aimed only at Fu Qian, and a storm instantly blew up in Fu Qian's mind, tearing and beating his consciousness.

It's a pretty powerful mental attack.

Fu Qian sighed in admiration, not surprised by this method.

It can be seen from the plague-like carnival that this old gentleman is obviously good at this, in short - a spiritual player.

Although this move was powerful, the old gentleman was obviously not prepared to really use it to knock down a demigod, but he just wanted to use it to delay time and gain a chance to escape.

Therefore, after the scream, this man ran away without hesitation, trying to get out of this unexpected danger with a little advantage.

His body was quickly enveloped in a faint brilliance, and his sense of presence became extremely low for a moment, and then he rushed towards the entrance of the cafe with agility.

Unfortunately, just when the old gentleman's hand was only ten centimeters away from the door of freedom, he found that he could no longer move forward.

Immediately afterwards, a huge force came from behind, and the body was pulled involuntarily and flew up.

In horror, the man looked down at his body and found several black and red tentacles tightly wrapped around his waist and legs.

"impossible!"

The next moment he looked at the overly young face that appeared in front of him under the mask, he squeezed out a sigh from his throat.

"Even a demigod cannot have no reaction to my soul blast!"

"Soul blast, that's it?"

What responded to him was a look of contempt from the young man.

"Sorry, I've seen much more explosive stuff than this."

This is not nonsense.

After Wen Li left yesterday, he spent a lot of effort to deal with the spiritual imprint that Liliana left on his consciousness.

You must know that it is the last consciousness of survival left by a demigod in infinite despair.

Compared with the soul blast of the old gentleman, it is already the difference between R18 and SpongeBob SquarePants.

Isn’t there a saying that it’s difficult to adjust to a heavy tongue, which means that once a person tries a heavy tongue, it will be difficult to adjust back.

Of course, this does not mean that my mental resistance has increased significantly because of this experience.

If it were really that easy to increase mental resistance, the extraordinary beings in this world would have hired people to fight against them long ago.

Fu Qian's special experience actually increased his tolerance.

For example, mental shock is like a sharp knife. When the knife comes, it will hurt as much or as little as it should be stabbed.

The promotion before payment is actually commonplace for being stabbed with a knife.

While in pain, it didn't affect him and he slapped him back with his backhand.

Therefore, the escape technique that the old man was proud of not only failed to win him any chance, but even caused him to be poisoned faster if the strategy was wrong.

"What exactly are you? A night-keeper?"

The old gentleman looked at the tentacles emerging from the opponent's sleeves, and his mood was quite unstable.

"I know very well that there is no demigod like you in the team of night bearers in Dunis!"

At this moment, this person just feels that this world is extremely absurd.

He obviously had everything under control, so how could he lift the mask and reveal a demigod? There were no signs before the critical moment.

"It is said that as people get older, they become more mature and steady."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian did not answer his questions.

"Would you like to think again about what you should say now?"

…

"Camus, my name is Camus!"

In less than two seconds, the old gentleman deeply reflected on his current situation and shouted hastily.

"Very good, age?"

"...175."

"Are you sure you didn't report your height? What about your gender?"

"Isn't it obvious...Male!"

"Hobby?"

"Symphony and Painting."

After a few questions, Mr. Camus was obviously much more cooperative.

"That's right! What are you doing here?"

…

"My patience is limited."

Seeing that Mr. Camus was obviously hesitant, he added with a smile.

"I received a convening notice from the parliament...required to arrive here before tonight. What I will do is not yet confirmed."

This person is instantly at ease with others.

parliament……

This word made Fu Qian thoughtful for a moment.

"Native Parliament?"

"……Yes."

"Then I can understand why you are wary of the Night Keeper."

"So you were here just now?"

"I'm on the night watchman's wanted list, and my whereabouts were exposed when I entered the city. I need to find a way to cause some trouble to escape."

After quickly answering the question, Camus continued.

"I believe that when a person like you appears here, there must be many secrets. I don't want to have too much dealings with the Night Keeper."

"And I can responsibly tell you that the area here has been controlled by the night watchers. It won't be long before troublesome people come over. If we continue this stalemate, we will all be in trouble."

"That seems to make sense."

Fu Qian nodded and acknowledged Camus' words.

"So where is the address where you're meeting?"

…

Seeing that this mysterious demigod was not in a hurry, Camus was desperate for a moment and quickly reported an address.

"I've told you everything you want to know, can you let me go now?"

the man asked cautiously.

"you guess?"

Fu Qian asked with a smile.

"I think your gesture is already obvious, but I still guess... you will..."

Facing the current question, Camus' tone suddenly became profound.

And following his words, the tentacles wrapped around Fu Qian's body actually loosened little by little.

Not only that, there were even gaps on the tentacles, revealing black eyeballs of different sizes.

"I don't know what you are, but young people always have arrogance."

The next moment, Camus's voice sounded directly in Fu Qian's mind.

"Why do you think that an extraordinary person who has lived for 175 years will not have the means to protect himself?"

"Even against a demigod."