Chapter 1736 Bitter Fruit (Twenty-Five)

So that's how it is. It sounds like this guy doesn't have much of an opinion about Lord Akons.

As Brother Chui Tou finished telling about his extraordinary life, Fu Qian also understood why he was in such a mental state.

Compared to other people's fear of darkness, he obviously had more experience, and even witnessed the tragic end of his kind.

Even though there was no terrible distortion on this sword, and even as mentioned earlier, there was a sense of sacredness, it was reasonable that he didn't want to use it again because of some psychological shadows.

In addition, this is actually something that Brother Chui Tou should be grateful for. After sitting with such a thing for so long, if he just changed to a more evil thing, at least he would grow more parts on his body.

"I'm sorry for causing such trouble. It seems that I should have come earlier."

Facing the excited interviewee, Fu Qian comforted him casually and actually grabbed the sword in his hand and looked at it carefully.

Uh...

The anger froze instantly. It can be seen that this action has stimulated the original owner to some extent.

However, Brother Chui Tou hesitated for a while and finally did not stop it.

"Whatever you want, I'm finally free--"

The next moment, he seemed to lose his strength and collapsed in his seat.

But this relaxation didn't even last for a second, and then he jumped up and looked at the window.

Even the heavy curtains could not block the light, which was pouring in from every hole, making the lights on the table dim like beans.

It was dawn.

...

This is too dramatic.

Fu Qian was naturally quicker to notice the changes outside.

Although this does not mean that he had sensed something in advance and reached out to create the illusion of destiny.

Just like when darkness fell, it disappeared without a sign and could not be grasped.

As for whether it was really destiny, and whether it was caused by his hand holding the sword that led to this change, Fu Qian did not think there was a direct relationship between them.

The sword was indeed not an ordinary item. The moment he held it, only the feeling of indestructibility emerged in his heart.

The power level contained in it is obviously higher than the Weaver's limb tip that he gave away.

However, that's all. Fu Qian didn't think it resonated with himself. It was nothing more than a magic weapon.

In fact, this should be the reason why Brother Chui Tou and his colleagues can use it normally.

If it had a little more activity or special effect, ordinary people would be instantly transformed into sword slaves. Brother Chui Tou would never be so generous as to give it away.

In short, dawn was more like a pure coincidence.

"If it's really your sword, it's okay... Will you kill me?"

Although Fu Qian made an objective evaluation here, it was obvious that the person involved didn't know his experience of using it. Coupled with the cup of visual impact on the table, it was impossible not to connect this natural phenomenon.

Brother Chui Tou, who finally regained his ability to speak, had a relieved self-deprecation on his face at that moment.

"What do you think?"

Although the response to him was more obvious ridicule.

Not even bothering to say a word, Fu Qian gestured in the direction of the door and then stood up directly.

Until Fu Qian came outside and closed the door again, Brother Chui Tou didn't say another word.

It was obvious that the latter had already reacted to the meaning of the other party's last action - if he really wanted to kill someone and get the sword, why wait until now?

This door that obviously couldn't provide protection, the other party knocked patiently three times.

...

Patience is indeed necessary.

Not only did he gain a magic weapon, but he also got the origin of the weapon.

Fu Qian, who said goodbye decisively, was also very satisfied with this trip.

As we all know, if something wants to sell at a high price, quality is one aspect, but more importantly, it is important to tell a good story.

Now it seems that he can take it with him and have a good chat with Dorian.

In fact, this is the greatest significance of this harvest.

Yes, although the thing is powerful, Fu Qian never thought of treating it as a game of collecting equipment to fight the devil.

His own working environment has never been so simple and beautiful.

After realizing that there was such a thing in Brother Chui Tou's room, Fu Qian's only purpose was to treat it as a special collection.

Just like the doll in his hand.

The reaction of the old lady after seeing his face made people feel unprecedentedly strange.

Fu Qian has never been blindly optimistic. It is difficult to simply classify it as Dorian's improvisation in a dream as mentioned above.

What if the old lady really saw me?

She has forgotten now, just like she has never had any intersection with me, so is she the only exception?

For example, Ms. Sarah, the drooping brother behind him, and Dorian... What kind of scene will I see when I return after a while, and how will they react?

I believe I can get a certain answer to this question after meeting the doctor later.

Before that, Fu Qian doesn't mind making more preparations.

For example, take some extraordinary souvenirs from the places I have visited.

Fu Qian is very curious whether this will affect his situation or become a special anchor point.

After mentioning it until now, the doll belonging to Hilaria looked at it and confirmed that there was no damage, and then he put it all in the hand holding the sword.

Tsk...

The free hand flew flexibly, pulling out three coagulated blood clots from the body and throwing them away. Fu Qian then posed with a sword in one hand and a puppet in the other.

With the blood stains on his body, he looked like an evil priest.

…

The sky was bright indeed.

Although there was no one to lead the way this time, it was still too easy for Fu Qian to remember the places he had been to.

While walking on the streets that had regained light, although there was still no one, he could still feel the restlessness brewing in the buildings.

Going out for a walk at dawn seemed to be engraved in human genes.

In addition, because the night ended suddenly, I believe that the old lady who left earlier should not have much chance to continue searching.

And on this first night, I was ultimately unable to meet the "it" that could not be named.

Dongdong!

Without deliberately keeping a low profile, Fu Qian rushed back to the original clinic with considerable efficiency.

It was not too surprising that the door of the latter was closed. After all, according to what he had said along the way, this person's business was currently very average.

Fu Qian also followed his politeness all the way and knocked on the door.

There was no response, but there were obvious footsteps step by step to the back of the door, and then a pair of eyes looked out through the unclear glass.

"You-this doll is well made."

Almost instantly, the other party's eyes fell on the Hilaria doll.

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