Chapter 1297 The Fallen Temple

Stepping on one and holding one up is always a practical skill to ridicule.

It can be seen that Olintel does not want to be aroused by Fu Qian's words.

Unfortunately, this reaction itself already represents being mobilized.

It seems that the previous feeling is correct. Within the sect, the status of hunters is somewhat delicate.

Even my own people have somewhat complicated feelings towards them.

"As for what you said just now, can I understand that compared to the religious order, the vampires are a group that is more favored by the stars?"

After trying his best to calm down, Olintel finally spoke up.

"The honors and gifts that we are so proud of are actually so childish to you?"

"Roughly the same."

Be very accommodating before paying.

"Ha... It's a pity that except for the arrogant Qixingzhong in front of me, I can't see your so-called detachment at all."

Olintel obviously didn't want to accept this and sneered again and again.

"Yeah, you can't tell."

Continue to be elegant and easy-going before paying.

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"Are you trying to say that not even knowing your details is a sign of childishness?"

Sure enough, love can make people grow. At this moment, Olintel seems to have obviously increased his understanding.

"Don't be modest. Before I took the initiative to show up, you were not even sure whether the vampire clan existed, right?"

Fu Qian confirmed his statement and unceremoniously helped Brother Jacques and his family continue to engender hatred.

"Actually, I don't blame you. After all, my people don't even bother to look for superiority from you."

"When you are born with something that no one else can have in their lifetime, it will be difficult to move you with envy or jealousy."

This statement is essentially contrary to the facts. The mentality of Jacques and his tribe is obviously not yet cultivated to such a state.

Hiding one's identity is one thing, but they still secretly pursue a sense of superiority. The so-called integrity of the body is just an elegant twist in front.

However, considering the friendship between them during the joint consultation, Fu Qian still gave them moderate compliments to help them deepen their hatred.

"for example?"

As expected, the effect was remarkable. Olintel immediately sneered and wanted to explain his understanding.

"Forbidden law, that's what you call it, right?"

Of course, it is not difficult to pay the price in advance and learn and sell in an instant.

"Unfortunately, every vampire has mastered the standards of your so-called saints since birth. We call it the meeting ceremony of the stars."

"And because of the purity of its own existence, there is no need to pay any price even when using it."

"I will believe you if you tell me -"

Olintel did not finish his words, because in his field of vision, a spear made of tangled blood patterns was slowly stretching into shape.

"The gun of death."

Fu Qian's movements looked relaxed and leisurely, plagiarizing Brother Jacques' lines.

"The target hit by it will enter apoptosis that cannot be prevented by any means."

"But don't be too nervous. Even for vampires, the proportion that can be mastered is not high."

"You're talking nonsense. I can't feel any order from above."

As the target of the spear, Olintel felt uncomfortable and gritted his teeth to question.

"Yeah, you can't feel it."

It's a pity that the other party had no intention of defending at all, and even agreed.

…

However, this light sentence made Olintel recall the previous examples where he could not feel the vampire's detachment.

Under the two confirmations, this man's eyes flickered for a moment, and he was not so confident.

Of course, his judgment was actually correct.

Although I have tried my best to restore it, the best I can do is imitate the appearance of the 50% to 60% fatal gun.

The material used is undoubtedly one's own flesh and blood, and the effect is not to mention completely absent.

But this is not important. Nuclear deterrence does not need to be thrown out.

He didn't even give Olintel any more chance to pay his respects, and he quickly gathered the spear in his hand.

"I only show this because it is more intuitive. In addition, I can also reveal that I actually walked in all the way just now, and your people even opened the door for me. You can confirm it later."

Facing Olintel's unhappy expression, Fu Qian became more and more complacent.

"Unlike the Spear of Life and Death, almost every Vampire has mastered this move."

"In fact, this is why I appreciate hunters more. In my opinion, they are obviously more similar to us."

"Every hunter is a saint, and they should have become members of the Concord Temple."

Faced with the element of recognition mentioned twice before, Olintel, who was hit hard, couldn't help but be proud of you for a moment, with a half-face solemn.

"It's a pity that the taboo laws they control are too special."

"Compared to the effect of experiencing filth, there is a different kind of price."

"Of course even so, in my opinion, they are far more noble than you guys who feel good about themselves."

"You're right, our vampires are like this. We look high and mighty, but we're actually very dirty."

In the face of accusations, Fu Qian was so self-deprecating that he had no psychological burden.

Fallen Temple?

I have to say that the information provided by Olintel is quite interesting.

The hunters' sense of smell indeed stems from some very special, high-level laws.

Even hearing this, it is still in permanent status and cannot be canceled.

In fact, I mentioned it repeatedly just now because of similar speculations.

Fortunately, after some innuendo, Brother Olintel was still very cooperative.

It seems that we need to find an opportunity to have some in-depth exchanges with the Fallen Temples.

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"So you're not going to kill me?"

I originally thought that the other party was pretending, but seeing that Fu Qianzhen was not in a hurry at all, Olintel finally lost his composure.

"It's just a follow-up visit, why do we want to kill the patient?"

After being reminded, Fu Qian looked at the lantern that was subconsciously blocked behind him and shook his head slightly.

It was obvious that this person was not so content with death.

"Very good...but I don't mind reminding them that they will still come over to check on my status at certain intervals."

"You may want to consider what to do with your lantern next."

"That makes sense, thanks for the reminder."

Fu Qian listened carefully and nodded in thanks.

Examining the lantern in his hand, he stretched out his hand and opened the lampshade directly, exposing the light inside.

What does this guy want to do?

Looking at the scene in front of him, Olintel felt as if he was petrified for a moment.

[San value minus 10]

It's a pity that Fu Qian obviously didn't mean to explain. He looked at the dancing flames and started the pseudo-god transformation in the next moment.

Along with the sudden rise in rank, a strange feeling came, and the resonance between myself and the lights seemed to be out of touch for a moment.

call--

With the horrified eyes in Olintel's eyes, he took a deep breath and blew it towards the flickering lights. (End of chapter)