Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

So, everything has its value.

Fu Qianshunlai's watch is just an ordinary item.

However, at this delicate moment, the sudden alarm changed the atmosphere instantly.

For a moment, not only Fu Qian fell into deep thought, but even Paqi, who was opposite, was staring at his hand, with a half-smile on his face.

"Looks like you quite like this stuff!"

"That's right, a mechanical watch is standard equipment for successful people!"

Fu Qian was talking nonsense while thinking.

First of all, I set the alarm clock by myself. In the race against time, I will not do any boring things, so there must be a purpose.

In terms of time, I have always calculated accurately and do not need additional reminders.

When setting the alarm clock, for me, I will face an extremely high-ranking existence who knows little about it and takes pleasure in deception.

Even in the opponent's home court.

Therefore, the purpose of doing this kind of thing by myself is most likely to keep a back-up player in a targeted manner.

To sum up, the meaning of the alarm clock is not to remind, but to correct errors.

This is the information I left for myself at that time, to correct any adverse effects that may have been received during the fight.

At this moment, I remembered to set the alarm clock, but the motivation for setting it was hard to recall, so I had to rethink it. This has actually confirmed that I was indeed affected.

So this backhand makes sense.

In the case of already being affected by cognition, a single time will hardly have any effect.

It was impossible for me not to consider this at the time.

Therefore, this time itself needs to be able to derive a sufficient concept of information, completely independent of others, because others are no longer reliable.

Even this concept of information must be simple and intuitive to oneself.

So seven fifty, or nineteen fifty... what special meaning does this time have?
Wait a minute, fifty—

For a moment, Fu Qian looked up at Patch.

"Just a boring toy."

This guy is commenting on his answer.

"It is blasphemy to waste precious cognitive ability on such things without exploring the joys of life and will!"

"Understood, it can be seen that you are more inclined to ascend with flesh and blood."

Fu Qian nodded knowingly.

"It's a coincidence that we are too."

Before he finished speaking, hundreds of tentacles exploded from his body.

At that moment just now, he understood the meaning of that time.

The focus is only on the second half, fifty has arrived—noon has arrived.

This message tells me that I should do my best next time, just use the big second.

Just a number, or even just the second half of time.

What a simple, crude and wonderful information carrier.

As expected of me!

While boasting, although the cognition in his head told him that he had to kill Gao Ya after eight o'clock to complete the task, Fu Qian still did not hesitate to make a move.

He has always been a confident person, even to his past self.

Compared with just now, the overwhelming tentacles are even different in appearance.

It is no longer the black and red biomass in the past, but now the tentacles show almost nothing black, like wounds that have been torn apart in space.

Dots of starlight are connected in series to form a line, dotted in the black interior, making it more psychedelic at first glance.

This is the mythical form after being promoted to the Sage of Original Sin. It was used once to maximize the damage when Hamadus was killed last time.

Unlike most demigods, since Fu Qian's usual fighting form is relatively inhuman, the transformation of the mythical form is actually not much different in appearance or fighting style.

For this form, Fuzen feels more about further releasing the shackles.

Free from the shackles of the body or even the will, the comfort of a complete burst of power.

In the past, considering the rank limit, maintaining this state may have the risk of losing San, so I didn't use it much before paying.

This time he opened fire without hesitation.

"Calm down, jokes should be done in moderation!"

As the target of attack, Paqi finally showed the strength of a demigod.

In the seemingly inevitable net, the next moment he crossed the space in an incomprehensible way, and appeared intact in the gap between the tentacles.

He could even persuade Fu Qian to calm down in a victim's tone.

It's a pity that a blood mist erupted on his body immediately after.

Just kidding, I'm talking about full firepower, so it's natural to use big and small moves together.

After Fu Qian launched the attack, he concealed a few air bullets in it, and after Patch walked continuously, he finally hit him head-on.

"Interesting! You actually made a move right now... I've definitely changed your mind."

After being injured, Paqi's tone finally cooled down.

"You do change."

Fuqian controlled the tentacles all over the sky, letting them aim at Patch like javelins, mixed with air bullets from time to time, making the opponent play a barrage game.

"I have to say that the strategy you chose is reasonable and effective."

"After confirming that I have decided to kill, you did not try to reverse this point, but chose to start from the side and quietly change my concept of time. This is undoubtedly much less difficult."

"Until just now, I thought my plan was to wait until the screaming ended before killing you. I didn't realize that it was different from the original purpose."

"In retrospect, when you talked to me in their faces, you deliberately mentioned the time point, and the induction started from that time."

"A very clever method, moistening things silently."

"Unfortunately, I set an alarm clock."

"Cold, rigid, uninteresting, but with it comes reliability, mechanical beauty, nothing less."

"And the only message it conveyed to me is that this moment is your time to die."

"I know it goes against what's in my head, but that's how confident we are."

"asshole!"

While speaking, under the cover of the tentacle spear and air bullets, Patch has been repeatedly injured.

Theoretically speaking, this person's ability is really mysterious and unpredictable. As a demigod, he didn't realize when his thoughts were distorted at all.

If it wasn't for the alarm, I might just sit there until eight o'clock, and then fail the task in confusion.

But at the same time, he is clearly not a hand-to-hand player.

Once it is really done, the ability to face-to-face confrontation is really far behind.

Of course, he may not be that weak, but who makes us invincible!

A few seconds later, Patch's body couldn't move anymore, and he was directly nailed to the wall by the tentacles.

"You know, it doesn't make a difference to me."

Brother Paqi, who was covered with scars, remained calm.

"I look forward to our meeting again."

"And given what you've done, I won't be so polite then."

"I look forward to it."

Nod before paying.

"But is it interesting to say this at this time? Dr. Gao Ya."

Following Fu Qian's last address, "Patch" was taken aback for a moment, and then a strange expression appeared on his face.

It's a pity that before he could express any emotion, the mythical biochemical arm formed by dozens of tentacles directly crushed his head.

[The current task has been completed, and the number 2-155 has been contained successfully]