Chapter 1217 Stick Insects in the Night Holy City (Twenty-Three)
“What a lively night!”
Wearing yellow clothes, something evil hit his nostrils. Watching Su Gao disappear, Fu Qian looked up with a sigh.
Indeed, as Su Gao said, the scorching ring that brings endless oppression is clearly hanging in the sky, but it is so close that it seems to fall on the straight church steeple.
It is indeed not surprising that the night watcher reacted instantly to such a strange sight.
Of course, before paying, they could be less nervous.
At least so far, the biggest significance of this thing should be to attract attention.
From "Welcome to the Holy City of the Night" to now, the methods of the Rainbow of Change are obviously very targeted, and he is his only target.
Unless necessary, the forces of the Night Guards will never be introduced to increase variables. After all, the opponent still has a first-level presence and is as high-level as the clouds.
Yes, Fu Qian was quite sure that the timing of the Searing Ring's appearance was no coincidence.
Just like the divine envoy did not realize that he and Su Gao had a small probability.
And the First Order, whose means are unknown, have not been found here either.
Ever since Su Gao confirmed that "the sky is purple", Fu Qian's action rhythm has suddenly changed, and his extreme efficiency has suddenly turned into a grand walk.
However, what followed was that not only did the artificial obstacles that were almost breathless completely dissipated, but the entire journey became as smooth as if someone was clearing the way.
The exaggerated contrast suddenly reached its limit when Su Gao tried to lure Ye Ren over - a strange and extremely oppressive existence appeared, attracting all the attention.
Not to mention this strange existence, which looks like a strange sun.
Mr. Henry once mentioned that in the mythical age, the powers of the Rainbow of Change and the ancient Sun God were intertwined.
With such a clear stance, it looks more and more like the overall situation has been decided and the network has entered the closing stage.
Fu Qian withdrew his gaze and did not go to the place where faith gathered to join in the fun. Instead, he straightened his robe and walked on the much quieter Casino Avenue.
And his direction was exactly the largest casino that had suffered losses not long ago.
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Not even the hesitating figure of Mr. Henry was seen.
Soon the casino was in sight, but Fu Qian, who felt the local customs and customs along the way, once again expressed his sincere sigh for the smoothness of the trip.
Not only did they not meet any other high-level players, there was not even a trace of Mr. Henry who had been persevering before.
Is this the feeling of being valued? No wonder I always hear the saying "I just want an attitude"!
"Want to see how your luck is?"
The next moment, when Fu Qian was lamenting that he had gained another rare experience in his life, a magnetic voice sounded.
Stopping and looking around, I saw a roadside hut with the door open.
Wearing a blue and green striped headscarf, a gold and red shoulderless skirt, and straight black hair that hangs down to her waist, she calls herself a woman whose age is hard to tell.
Whether it is the chiseled face or the exposed arms, they all show a healthy bronze color and are quite exotic.
At this moment, she was sitting at a wooden table, looking at this side with a smile, as if she was soliciting business.
The words just now coupled with the layout of the room undoubtedly indicate that this person is engaged in the divination industry.
Although the appearance is not solemn, but considering that it is in a casino, it is quite normal.
The only problem is that in the small street shop, which is not too big, the brilliant light and rain are spinning like a disco, blazing and psychedelic.
Not to mention that compared to those religious places for praying for good luck, even the casino seems more solemn.
"Actually, I originally planned to go there to try my luck."
However, Fu Qian did not refuse. He walked directly into the shop and sat down, comparing his original destination.
"The casino is not a place to see your luck, it is a place to verify your luck."
“When you go in without confidence, you’ve already lost.”
The other party seemed very satisfied with the reaction before dealing with it, and immediately explained with a serious look on his face.
"You can call it a casino if you're sure you can walk in?"
Fu Qian frowned slightly and had some objections to this magic stick's meaningful warning.
"It does sound like something you would say."
The woman's smile faded slightly, and a unique sense of inhumanity emerged from it, making the act of looking directly at her seem full of great resistance.
"Of course you can treat everything like a casino, as long as you don't avoid facing the consequences."
"Don't worry, I will never run away."
Fu Qian looked at his spread hands on the table, which were illuminated colorfully by the light.
But he had already observed when he entered the door that there were actually no lights in this small shop.
"What do you call me? I can see that you don't really want to be known by your name."
The next moment he sighed.
That's right, besides the ancient god who cared so much about him, who else could he be in front of him?
Doing fortune telling in a casino, this business sense is worthy of the wisdom of a superior.
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"Thank you for keeping the confidentiality. As for the title, it's completely arbitrary. For example...Indigo Witch?"
In the field of vision, the woman's mouth was raised, her words were joking, and she did not deny anything.
As expected, the murderous intention was determined, and there was no room for change.
Of course, this could not be the other party's real name. It was obviously referring to the exchange between him and Su Gao just now.
Even communication in clear dreams.
Not only did he not shy away from admitting that he was being monitored in all directions, he even faced a dying person and still refused to disclose any information that was truly related to him.
The stance could not be clearer.
Fu Qian shook his head in his mind.
"Actually, you don't have to go too far into the role. I'm very receptive. I never thought about how lively a senior person who has lived for who knows how many years would be."
"Indeed... you have shown this more than once."
The suggestion before paying seemed instantly accepted.
As she spoke, that sense of inhumanity had spread, and the Indigo Witch no longer acted as the fortune teller of the Night Holy City.
"But compared to what you said, your body seems a little tense."
The next moment she pointed at the ring on her hand.
"This method of forcibly raising your rank obviously has a limited duration. Are you sure you want to activate it now?"
"No matter how you look at it, this will only make you completely passive."
"Whether you believe it or not, it's actually a little while before I receive my hospitality, but we just want to chat in advance."
Of course I believe it.
Facing what the Indigo Witch said, Fu Qian thought to himself.
The other party's vision was naturally accurate. Even before he came in, the pseudo-god transformation had already started.
In view of the fact that a certain buffer is required in the middle and cannot be opened continuously, as the other party said, I will be very passive by then.
But so what?
Fu Qian looked directly into those deep, emotionless eyes. Although it was still an incomplete projection, the divinity that was no longer restrained still gave people a clear feeling of being looked down upon.
"It doesn't matter, I will try to add another hour when the time is up."
The next moment he touched the ring in his hand, indicating not to worry.