Chapter 598 Noisy (Twenty-Two)

"Okay."

Looking at Marco's smug face under the hood, he responded uncertainly.

It was obvious that the two people behind him came all the way, not to rob the family, but to be entrusted by others.

This was not unexpected, because he had already encountered a similar scene on the way to the old seminary, and he was still curious at the time.

It was not such a coincidence that two groups of people in a row were interested in the old man.

In fact, this is why Fu Qian chose to lead people all the way here after discovering this situation again.

However, the mastermind behind the scenes is actually Marco. This conclusion is still a bit shocking and painful.

Because judging from this person's previous behavior, Fu Qian can almost guess what his motives are.

"It does look good. Crowfeather has already treated you? I was wondering if it would affect my actions."

Hearing Fu Qian's answer, Marco showed an exaggerated smile.

Frankly speaking, when this person doesn't make an expression, he still looks more like a human being.

Unfortunately, whenever it moves, it is easy for people to doubt whether there is something hidden under the human skin.

"Don't worry, it's a piece of cake."

The tone before paying was full of confidence.

“Not only have I stepped on everything, I’ve even been influenced by art.”

"You mean Phoenix Palace?"

Marco's smile became even more exaggerated.

"I'm afraid you went to other places besides there?"

"Oh, where?"

I don't know whether to live or die, and I'm still pretending to be stupid.

Marco sneered when he saw this.

"Old Seminary, do you need me to remind you more?"

"Can you tell me, after confirming the action plan, you ran to a place heavily guarded by night guards. What was your purpose?"

"you……"

There was finally a hint of shock in Fu Qian's tone.

"It's too unprofessional!"

"Keep an eye on your colleagues the whole time. Are you doing your job well? Your work attitude is very successful -"

Whoosh!

Before Fu Qian could finish speaking, a black shadow suddenly passed in front of him with an extremely fierce sound.

But he reluctantly turned his head, avoiding the fate of the mask being pulled off his face.

This is somewhat interesting.

Fu Qian saw it very clearly. The thing that was thrown over was a powerful long whip, as thick as an arm. Well, it was made of an arm.

This fourth-level transcendent from the original parliament is actually a flesh-and-blood power player.

Looking at the long whip that missed the blow and slowly retracted it, Fu Qian felt a sense of intimacy for a moment.

"Don't you want to take off your mask so much?"

Marco was not too disappointed and continued to laugh weirdly.

"I knew something was wrong with you."

"Hunted by the Night Master, forced to activate the divine blood curse, a mask that can block prying eyes, and even made up a demigod's will in the mask..."

"Such a loophole-filled lie may be able to deceive others, but do you think you can deceive me?"

"You are not Camus at all, but an undercover agent sent by the Night Guard. Camus may have died in your hands long ago and was forced to confess some things."

By the end of the sentence, Marco was filled with murderous intent.

"Sorry to bother you."

Fu Qian's tone was filled with shock.

"So are you trying to avenge your colleagues?"

"Revenge haha...are you kidding me!"

Marco smiled strangely again.

"Believe me, no one is more happy to see that guy die than me, but that doesn't mean I have a good impression of you."

"In fact, the feeling you give me is even more annoying than that guy!"

"Do you know how I confirmed your itinerary? It couldn't be simpler, just spend some money."

Marco didn't say anything for a moment before meeting him. Marco looked proud and pointed in the direction where the two energetic young men left.

"You find a bunch of young people who have nothing to do and they're happy to make some extra money for a small price."

"Then with a little synthesis, it's easy to piece together your course of action."

"Sometimes, ordinary people are more useful than extraordinary people."

"So you are planning to capture me alone now? Isn't it too risky? After all, the Night Bearer has too many manpower now. I might be a demigod in disguise."

Fu Qian nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

"No need to bluff! Let a demigod take the initiative to be infected with the divine blood curse for a little information? No matter how strong the Night Bearer is, he will never be so extravagant."

"And as a demigod, I don't think I will lose to anyone. Speaking of which, you picked a pretty good place for yourself."

Marco looked around, and at the same time, his body under the clothes began to undulate violently.

"I'm actually even a little grateful to you. After all, I've always wanted to kill Camus myself. If I don't have a chance, it would be a good idea to kill the impostor."

What is this? This is.

After hearing Marco's death announcement, Fu Qian rubbed his temples and looked at his face as if there were countless tiny worms crawling under his skin.

Facts have proven that not only the brain on sperm but also the brain on any worm can seriously affect IQ.

"Do you want to play games?"

The next moment before paying, I suddenly asked a question.

What?

"In some games, there are often various forces. When taking action, you need to comprehensively analyze the pros and cons, carefully maintain a balance between them, and ultimately maximize your benefits, just like stepping on a tightrope."

"What do you mean?"

Marco, who was originally on guard, was a little confused for a moment.

"You really don't want to play? In fact, to be fair, it's quite interesting."

Fu Qian didn't answer him, shook his head and continued.

"But there is a phenomenon that when you are alone in danger, entering and exiting seven times, relying on the wisdom of the task force, maintaining the balance like a genius, and finally getting a fruitful day, you will often develop a special kind of irritability. .”

"This kind of irritability will give you the urge to breathe into the mud of that group of people and be too lazy to listen to their nonsense."

"Then at this moment, a monster that leaks blood bar suddenly appears in front of you without saying a word. Imagine what it feels like..."

Fu Qian's tone seemed to be a little intoxicated.

"It even follows you to a place where it won't disturb the guards before taking action."

"Go to hell!"

Although it was like hearing from heaven, Fu Qian's tone still made Marco's face twitch, and he didn't want this guy to continue talking for a second.

Amidst the whistling sound, both of his hands were extended into whips, and he swung them forward one after another with greater power than before.

Seeing that the attack was about to hit Fu Qian, there was a flash of blood, and the nails on each finger flew out, cutting Fu Qian's body from all directions.

interesting!

Faced with such a fierce attack, Fu Qian twisted his body quickly and continuously dodged with incredible movements. At the same time, he flicked his fingers and fired out several air bullets.

This operation obviously shocked Marco, but the sense of crisis it brought made him more emotionally unstable.

The next moment, the weird squirming under his skin became extremely violent, and it successfully found an outlet in the nail wound.

With a tearing sound that made people feel sour, a long whip made of ten red flukes instantly enveloped Fu Qian.

That's it? I thought I could learn something interesting!

Fu Qian couldn't help but feel disappointed after witnessing this scene.

Is this your ultimate move? How different is this from a bug spraying your guts?

Not to mention the power, the visual effects are far behind ours.

"What the hell are you-"

The next moment, Marco looked horrified, and a giant arm composed of countless black and red tentacles exploded.

And the strong body that he was proud of was like paper in the face of such an impact, instantly falling apart. After a few seconds, no more fragments larger than a fingernail could be found.

And when the dust settled, after finishing all this, Fu Qian snorted and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

The beasts can change and deceive so much that they only increase their laughter!