Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1959 Mathematical Bliss (XV)

Perhaps I have no choice but to embark on this path of society, but since I have already realized that I will not have a good ending, I might as well be more free and easy.

If you are not passionate, can you still be called a young person?

Knowingly he had become a prisoner, he had no awareness of his fate and even spread lies to mislead the public. Fu Qian had undoubtedly succeeded in making his image even worse.

His extraordinary demeanor seemed to have frightened the stalker so much that at that moment she couldn't keep her expression on her face and remained stiff and silent.

"It seems... there is no need to go back."

But it was a leadership style after all. The collective silence for a moment was finally broken by the voice of Brother Brow.

Even while speaking, he gestured to the two people next to Fu Qian to wait a moment.

"After all, this place is most suitable for people to learn to repent."

After saying this, he walked up to him step by step, even with a flashing weapon in his hand.

The silver blade with a gold handle is slightly shorter than the forearm, and its cold glow makes people feel scared at the sight of it - but it is not sharpened.

That’s right. As a semi-professional in cold weapons, Fu Qian only needs to take a glance to see that this knife is more like a ceremonial weapon, with more symbolic significance than practicality.

But that’s exactly the problem.

With his own efforts, Brother Thick Eyebrows' violent emotions gradually became more intense.

Even if the essence is for everyone to act together, it is not ruled out that some blood-drawing skills will be used in this situation.

And if you really use this kind of knife to make three cuts and six holes, the pain will probably be more than doubled.

"What? If you have the guts, just kill me here and continue being stupid and cowardly."

In view of this, Fu Qian sneered and increased the intensity of the stimulation.

As a gangster, it doesn't matter if I get bloody. How can I lose the game?

What the hell...

At that moment, from the corner of my eye, I felt that the old priest was almost unable to hold back.

It was obviously hard for him to believe that such a perfect skill of fanning the flame came from a player who had been practicing under his nose for nearly two and a half years.

"Everyone——"

But the rapidly deteriorating situation seemed to have finally made him feel that he should make a statement under such circumstances.

"Shut up!"

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by a loud shout.

However, it was not directed at him, a respected elder, but at Fu Qian, who had been acting eccentrically all the way.

With lightning speed, a figure rushed up with a loud shout, and his target was obviously the gang traitor who had a look of "Who dares to kill me" on his face.

It can be seen that there are righteous people in the brotherhood, and they couldn't help themselves in the face of the opponent.

In his hand was a flash of cold light that was far more powerful than the weapon used by Brother Nongmei. It made people's hearts palpitate and stabbed straight into the chest and abdomen - and successfully hit the arm.

……

Even though this body was younger and more agile, Fu Qian was not so arrogant as to use his flesh and blood that were still adapting to the new environment to snatch the blade from a killer who was attacking with a blade.

It's not impossible, but the success rate is not guaranteed.

So after comprehensive consideration, Fu Qian chose the safest approach at that moment and turned sideways and used one arm as a shield.

In severe pain, he grabbed the sharp blade that pierced his muscles and stepped back. Only then did he see the attacker's face clearly.

Curly hair, narrow eyes, no more than thirty years old.

Although he looks so young, it is not certain how many reincarnations he has gone through.

But judging from the attire around him, I feel that he must have entered the paradise quite early.

At this time, the charm of the "eternal self" was reflected. Even after so many years, his temper was still hot. Faced with the gang traitor who was spreading rumors, he was the first to be provoked to lose his mind and commit impulsive killing.

It's not surprising, as Fu has seen too many similar examples in the extraordinary world outside.

The material base determines the superstructure, and this principle is actually reflected on many levels.

Some people always think that after living for hundreds of years with the help of supernatural powers, men and women should become shrewd and wise, or have a weathered look.

The human spirit is actually not that simple. Many times, some "maturity" actually appears together with the aging of the body.

For a man who seems to remain virtually forever young, his mental aging curve is likely to be counterintuitive.

A shopaholic named Yuan is a vivid example.

All in all, Fu Qian was not surprised at all that such impulsive behavior would occur among a group of wise elders. He was even prepared to deal with it - after all, the previous series of actions were just for this scene.

Of course, the opponent's limitations did not exceed expectations. His murderous intent was completely consumed by this knife. The person being attacked remained calm in the face of the attack and did not even keep up with Fu Qian's retreating speed. He had already let go of his hand and stood there in a daze.

what a pity.

Faced with such a scene, Fu Qian did not say a word. He watched silently and casually pulled out the murder weapon.

It is indeed much sharper than the one on Brother Thick Eyebrows' hand, so the wound looks smooth and beautiful.

Apart from that, I'm lucky that this arm has not lost its ability to move.

"Horen, you should wait for my order."

Before Fu Qian could really express his emotions, it was Brother Nongmei who broke the silence first and scolded the unstable swordsman.

However, on the surface he was warning the young man named Hollen, but the tone of his words was threatening, and he even stared at Fu Qian's face while speaking.

"Yes, what is the crime for disobeying orders and acting on one's own?"

Although everyone has different positions, as people in the same industry, they obviously have consensus on certain concepts.

The next moment, Fu Qian actually nodded, wiped the bloody weapon in his hand on his clothes, and questioned the person who stabbed him in a cold voice.

you……

The person involved had calmed down a little and was humbly accepting guidance, but Fu Qian also intervened and his emotions were obviously unstable again.

Turning his head and staring at Fu Qian, He Lun didn't know what emotion to express.

"Deserves punishment."

In response to this, Fu Qian showed his magnanimous side and did not make things difficult for the other party.

With a slight wave of his arm, a flash of cold light flashed across Hollen's raised neck.

……

A good knife indeed.

It didn't take much effort, but it was easy to tear the flesh and absorb blood.

With precise control, a cloud of blood mist gushed out instantly, dyeing the floor of the church and several nearby faces all hideous.

Fu Qian, who was facing each other, was naturally the first to bear the brunt of the attack. He did not dodge or evade the whole time, allowing the hot blood to rush towards him. The next moment, he just wiped the dagger on a clean part of his clothes again.

"There's something I just said that I agree with very much. This is a place for confession."

While playing with a cold light in his hand, Fu Qian looked at the Brotherhood elites, and his voice was even more creepy.

"I wonder if you believe it now, but I have found the true wisdom and the true path to salvation here?"

I'm sorry that it's the first time I go back to my hometown for the New Year in several years. I have a lot of things to do, so I estimate that I can only update once during the holiday. Revolver will try to update more often whenever I can.