Chapter 1872 Seedling Bed (Twenty-Two)

What is professionalism?

Even the weakest things have their value of exploitation.

If it weren't for the big cake of help that inspired Jill and her group's enthusiasm, the third Apocalypse Knight might not have appeared so quickly.

If the guess is true, the current situation is still relatively simple.

After realizing that it can be used as a condition for exchange, they can act together or separately. At least Ms. Jill came here to look for Lanina and opened the cell in front of her.

It's a pity that there was no harvest at that time, and the door was not closed properly in disappointment.

This will also explain why there is a feminine smell and why the door is open.

As for the wanderer in front of him, he did not lie. From this position, you can see that there is indeed a set of prison clothes and even matching imprisonment devices in the prison.

But not only can no corpses be seen, even the hatched scarlet angel is missing.

One situation that is easy to think of is that the wanderer knight, like the previous plague, also appeared with the scarlet angel as the anchor.

It's just that when Jill came to check, it was still in the process of transformation and no abnormality was found.

Although the little breath left after her departure played a catalytic role in a sense, helping him to meet the third knight faster.

Perhaps there will be doubts here, isn't it a bad thing for the third knight to appear too quickly?

After all, if there is another one, the mission will fail directly.

This is the benefit of being familiar with the theory of relativity. The possibility mentioned above is not non-existent, but given the performance of the first two knights, Fu Qian is more inclined to believe that they are not too involved with each other, that is, the speed of their arrival is relatively independent.

In this case, the third knight appeared faster, and the time interval between him and the fourth knight would be relatively longer, wouldn't it?

What is particularly gratifying is that so far this person does not seem to reject communication, and at the same time has a deep obsession.

"So what does your wife look like? Let me see if I have seen her."

After saying that he would not be bored enough to lock up the wanderer again, Fu Qian continued to ask casually.

...

"You haven't seen it."

However, although the wanderer knight does not reject communication, his thinking circuit is amazing.

"If you have seen her, you will know that I am looking for her."

Because of Fu Qian's words, he turned around and looked at her carefully, and then he shook his head.

Interesting statement, it even sounded somewhat understandable.

"Then the smell of the woman you smelled is definitely not your wife, because I have seen her."

Not minding this denial, Fu Qian even directly applied the other party's formula and gave a pessimistic answer.

Tsk--

After savoring the answer for about two seconds, with a strange sound, the Rogue Knight waved his arm without warning, and at the same time a pale and slender creature appeared on it.

It was shaped like a ghost claw, the color was like a floating corpse, and the speed was incredibly fast.

But the wound healed faster.

It passed through Fu Qian's chest, and it felt that the sharpness was not even inferior to Su Gao's classmate, so it easily left a wound.

But the next moment, the wound was firmly attached together.

Even Fu Qian deliberately slowed down, but it didn't stop too much.

That's right, this magical change did not come from the thug's self-healing ability, but the nature of the attack itself.

The wounds that appeared on the body seemed to heal in their essential properties.

Such contradictory means, Lu has been wandering in the martial arts world for many years, and he has really seen them.

That's right, the first time he felt this change, Fu Qian remembered a certain ring on his body.

Ashes.

The attack no longer destroyed the flesh and blood of the target, but instead allowed the deep to accumulate on the body, and after reaching a certain limit, it was directly exiled to the Unseen Hill.

Not only did it feel similar, but there was even some kind of accumulation.

While the wound healed, something almost spread throughout the body at the same time.

Even as strong as the Glorious Tyrant, he could clearly feel the violent depravity in it - even kind?

While experiencing it carefully, Fu Qian couldn't help but regret that he didn't swing the second claw up.

The reason was also very simple, he waved his hand at the same time.

The result was that the Rogue Knight flew out with half of his body in pieces.

...

"I now agree with what you said. That smell is not my wife."

Fu Qian did not chase, and the Rogue did not run.

On the contrary, after he stood firm, he actually walked up without hesitation, and acknowledged Fu Qian's previous statement with an attitude of knowing each other without fighting.

Along with this change, there was also a strange scene. His half-broken shoulder was healing rapidly at a speed that was no slower than Fu Qian's.

It was not the power of flesh and blood.

As an expert in this field, Fu Qian could easily make such a judgment.

It was not that the other party had more exaggerated flesh and blood activity than himself, but that the "pain" was escaping.

It radiated to the surroundings, and he recovered quickly.

It was not nonsense, the evidence was in front of him.

On the way back, the wanderer seemed to be rotting and deteriorating wherever he passed, and some kind of charred black was seeped out.

And as soon as he took the last step, the exaggerated wound had been completely healed.

And because he was too close, Fu Qian could clearly feel that part of the pain had radiated to himself, so that the sense of intimacy in front of him increased again.

As expected of the Apocalypse Knights, each of them has unique skills.

Fu Qian was amazed for a moment.

At first glance, this ability is even more outrageous than his own ashes-transmitting ring.

Any damage can be transmitted to others, and while the self recovers quickly, even the opponent will be forced to accept the damage caused by the self.

Although it is not certain what kind of changes will occur after the accumulated things in the body reach a certain level, this point alone is already exaggeratedly strong.

Of course, I didn't use the dimensional poison just now, so it's hard to say what it will be like in that situation.

And if I go all out and crush people into powder, I don't know if I can still transform them.

"You are very strong, and it is possible to get more clues in the killing process."

At this time, the wanderer did not forget to flatter each other. While the ghost claws on his hand flashed again, he gave considerable affirmation.

But the tone was serious and convincing, and this declaration of a sure kill seemed to have considerable confidence.

The previous judgment was correct. This person was indeed obsessed with it, and his execution was exaggerated in order to find his wife.

Fu Qian, who has always been good at exploiting others, knew very well what the wanderer meant by the following sentence.

Whether he knew the whereabouts of his wife or not, in the process of being forced to die, he might drop some valuable clues in various ways.

"How could you--"

However, the wanderer who was about to attack didn't strike with his second claw, and his tone fluctuated for the first time.