Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

"That was just now..."

In the bookstore, Serana held the ball in her hand, with a dull expression, as if she couldn't turn her mind.

"Your ancestor."

Fu Qian didn't even raise his head, concentrating on playing with his left arm.

The moment he got out from there, the vitality of the flesh and blood recovered, and pink granulation had already protruded from the wound.

But even so, it will take time for things to return to normal.

"I know it's the ancestor, but why is there only one person."

Serana's condition is not much better, the wound on her back is still bloody.

But this guy seemed obviously not in the mood to pay attention to this, and muttered to himself in front of Fu Qian's answer.

And halfway through, she noticed some strange eyes in Fu Qian's eyes.

"So you admit that it is indeed your ancestor?"

……

Under Fu Qian's ruthless reminder, Serana stood there in a daze for five seconds.

But in the end, she stabilized her mind with the will that has been tempered for hundreds of years, and accepted the reality.

"That's right, although it was quite unexpected, but looking all the way, it is indeed the old image of the ancestor."

Taking a deep breath, Serana said slowly.

It's not easy to admit this, but it's a pity that Fu Qian seemed completely indifferent to her inner struggle, he had already gone behind the counter.

"So it's still the same problem. The ancestor was obviously going to meet someone, so why was there only one person in the room? And she was still talking to someone."

Serana is such a person who gives up so easily, she immediately asked relentlessly.

Very good and persistent.

Fu Qian expressed his appreciation, gestured for her to sit down and said.

The only problem, the real persistence should be to force yourself to use your brain to think about the reason, not to keep asking others - although we can indeed think of some kind of explanation.

"Don't be so rigid, that's a future god."

"and then?"

Serana couldn't keep up with his train of thought.

"Will such a chosen person not be restricted by a mere dimension?"

Fu Qian said while pointing at Serana and himself.

"You mean that the ancestors discovered us a long time ago, and then deliberately found an opportunity to try to interact with us?"

Serana finally understood Fu Qian's meaning at this moment, but this alternative interpretation made her faintly palpitate.

"As far as I personally feel, she is essentially just an afterimage in an ancient memory. At least I can't detect the breath of the ancestor from her. Can such an existence really do that?"

However, she was obviously more serious, and quickly put forward a rebuttal point of view.

"And if the ancestors had discovered us a long time ago, why did they bother? They even closed the door specially?"

"That's right, I'm finally willing to use my brain."

Facing this well-founded rebuttal, Fu Qian was relieved.

"But it can be more open-minded-the last question is indeed across latitudes, but it doesn't necessarily have to be about us."

"Is it possible that what the question points to is her self in another category?"

Facing Serana's bright eyes, Fu Qian continued.

"Annaris sealed up her self before becoming a god in a special way. Let's not talk about the specific purpose for now. After becoming your ancestor, will she occasionally watch her once green and dull self, and reminisce about her previous hesitation? "

"And keep repeating that on the day when she learns that she will be the reincarnation of a god, will Annalize be confused about the future?"

"Will there be some desire to communicate between these two?"

"So she is talking to herself after becoming a god... This is indeed more reasonable. Of course a god has a way to answer her, especially knowing that this thing exists, and the scope is very small..."

Serana let out a long sigh, expressing her approval for the previous guess.

"Unfortunately, it looks like she hasn't heard back for a long time."

Added a sentence before paying.

Ok.

Serana nodded, remembering Annalize's last sigh, and seemed to have a better understanding of the emotions in it.

But this time it was a little different. The person in front of him ignored his own resistance and pushed the door open, which was obviously a response.

"In short, thank you very much. Without your help this time, I think it would be difficult to gain anything."

Serana could tell the difference between good and bad, although she didn't necessarily like the result, she still thanked her seriously.

"It's up to Mr. Fang to continue to keep things like this for me."

She even handed over the ancient memories, without any intention of taking the opportunity to take them back.

"I'll teach you the complete escape method in a moment."

"Hands up."

Fu Qian made a pun and accepted it bluntly.

This thing is really interesting, and he doesn't mind keeping it for a while.

In addition, he deserved Serana's thanks.

Although there is an element of luck, but this time if I didn't follow along, with this straightforward thinking, I'm afraid it would take another 80 or [-] years to see the gossip between the ancestor and the first blood family.

……

As dusk approached, Serana quickly bid farewell and left.

However, the figure of this person in the darkness was even more lonely than last time.

Some things, knowing it may not be a good thing.

But for Fu Qian, although he didn't find any specific information about Hongyue, the experience of the rise of the ancestor of the blood race was worth the fare in his opinion.

First of all, it seems that something happened to Luna before that long night, and the reasons for it are worth exploring.

Meanwhile, where did the oracle about Annalize come from?
Convincing a group of devout believers to believe this is not an easy task.

Behind all this, it is really exciting!
With emotion, Fu Qian went upstairs and changed his clothes.

From the perspective of recovery speed, the one-armed hero still has to do it for a while, there is no need to go back so soon to scare First Young Master Qin and the others.

It is undoubtedly a very suitable choice to continue the previous plan to scare Miss Wen.

After throwing the ancient memories into the warehouse and packing the crystalized teardrops, Fu Qian left the bookstore.

……

"You are..."

Not long after, facing Fu Qian with a dangling sleeve, Wen Li looked skeptical about life.

Because of the special identification mechanism, she didn't have any doubts about the identity of the former.

That's why she was taken aback.

Whether it's Jiang En or Taylor, how can it be possible to cause harm to Mister!

To her, Fu Qian just went out in the morning and came back to make trouble as King of Universiade, and there was really no way not to associate these together.

"It's a small matter, I just lost an arm, but Serana's precious faith has collapsed!"

Fu Qian's words were full of deepness, and he glanced down.

Pens, inks, papers and inkstones, masks of various colors, this one is actually re-engraving the face of King Ming of Universiade.