Men are inferior to women

Chapter 439. 438. Could It Be a Split Personality?

Ask yourself, since Ark entered this world, although he has encountered many dangers, either being chased by monsters or being hammered by monsters, none of them were fatal enough to be completely handled with his strength.

What's more, the time given by Chang Kong is one month, and he easily completed the task on the second day after entering this world, and then patted his ass back, so it would be better not to come in the first place.

"This is not what I'm looking for. What I'm looking for should be the other half of this sword."

Fang Zhou said firmly, and then sucked the black broken sword into the gourd.

He asked Yeshu: "Do you know where the other half of the broken sword is?"

Yeshu thought for a while and replied: "It should be lost in the Fortress of Faran. I only know one possible place where it may be lost. If not, I really don't know where it is."

He paused, showing hesitation on his face: "Fran Fortress is very dangerous, much more dangerous than Losric City, do you really want to go?"

"Of course, that's why I'm here."

Fang Zhou showed a confident smile to Yeshu: "Don't worry, I'm still good at saving my life. I may not be able to defeat those dangerous monsters you mentioned, but I should be able to escape by running."

Yeshu remembered the deep pit left by the Ark in front, so he didn't say anything more.

The two returned the same way, left the place of prayer, and came outside the cathedral.

Standing in the courtyard, you can clearly see the Fortress of Fran on the mountainside.

The area of ​​the Fortress of Farland may be smaller than that of Lothric City, but it is still a magnificent city.

"Please bring me here yourself."

Fang Zhou turned to Yeshu and said, "Tell me the place where it might be lost, and then I can go by myself. I can't let you accompany me on adventures anymore."

Ye Shu opened his mouth, and didn't insist on following along, but just told Fang Zhou where the other half of the broken sword might have been left.

The Night Rat gave a detailed account, including a map of the road, and the traps and monsters that may be encountered along the way.

Fang Zhou listened quietly, keeping all these firmly in his heart.

After the Yeshu finished speaking, Fang Zhou took out the gourd and smiled at him: "It was agreed before that I will send you some water when things are done. I am an honest and trustworthy person, and if I don't know what to say, I don't count."

Yeshu deliberately wanted to refuse, after all, he ran with Fang Zhou all night and most of the day, but what he found was not what Fang Zhou wanted.

But when he thought of the pure aura contained in Jianhu water, Ye Shu's eyes flashed with longing, and he closed his mouth very guilty.

He found a clay pot in the cathedral to serve as a container, and Fang Zhou filled the pot directly with a gourd.

No impurities can be seen in the pure water of Jianhu Lake. There is a shimmer of light on the surface of the water, and high-quality and high-concentration pure aura emanates from the water.

Yeshu took a big breath greedily, then closed his eyes to feel it, his pale cheeks were flushed, and he looked extremely refreshed.

When he opened his eyes again, his mouth was already full of saliva.

Yeshu couldn't control himself anymore, he directly picked up the clay pot, looked up and poured it into his mouth.

Fang Zhou heard a clear thump, thud, and saw Yeshu's Adam's apple constantly sliding up and down.

He drank very carefully and refused to waste a single drop. Even so, he drank a large jar of Jianhu water quickly.

After drinking, Yeshu put down the clay pot, and his pale face returned to rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"How many years, how many years have I not absorbed such pure aura again."

Yeshu closed his eyes to enjoy the aura entering his body, a tear suddenly leaked from the corner of his eye, and slid down his cheek.

He quickly wiped away his tears with his hand, and apologized to Fang Zhou: "Sorry, I made you laugh."

Fang Zhou shook his head, picked up the gourd, refilled the clay pot, and said at the same time: "When I find the other half of the broken sword, do you want to go back with me?"

Yeshu originally wanted to thank Fang Zhou for giving him another can, but fell silent after hearing Fang Zhou's words.

After a long time, he shook his head firmly but slowly: "No, I have already forgotten everything over there, and I am used to everything here, besides..."

He looked up at the city on the top of Black Soul Mountain: "I still have something left there, I have to get it back."

Fang Zhou didn't ask Yeshu what he left behind, just as Yeshu didn't ask him what he was going to do to find the broken sword. Both sides kept silent on this point tactfully.

Yeshu maintained the posture of raising his head, as if lost in memory.

After a while, he suddenly came back to his senses as if waking up, stretched out his hand and grabbed Fang Zhou's arm, and spoke quickly: "Don't go to Fort Farland?"

Fang Zhou looked at him in surprise: "What do you mean?"

Yeshu became excited and blushed: "Don't go, it's too dangerous there, if you go, you will die, there is still time to go back now!!"

He dragged the ark to go back, but he didn't.

Fang Zhou was very puzzled by Yeshu's change, but he slowly took his arm away: "Thank you for your concern, but I have to go."

Yeshu also came back to his senses, and withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

He rubbed his head with both hands, and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I lost my temper."

"It's ok."

Fang Zhou smiled, but was very surprised in his heart. Just now, Yeshu seemed to be a different person, and his demeanor, manner and tone were very different from before.

His sword lake water doesn't have alcohol, no matter how much he drinks, he can't get drunk. Could it be that this guy has split personality disorder?

It was still half a day at this time, and Fang Zhou didn't want to waste any more time, so he said goodbye to Yeshu and planned to leave as soon as possible.

Yeshu hid the jar of Jianhu water in the courtyard, and said to Ark, "I'll take you out of the city, it will be faster."

Fang Zhou nodded. With the Night Rat leading the way, he could avoid monsters along the way and save a lot of effort and time.

After leaving the deep church, the night mouse took the ark to move along the small roads in the city, and the ridges and walls were all movable paths.

There are a lot of monsters during the day, not as few as at night, and even the night rats can't avoid them all. Occasionally, they can't be avoided, so Ark quickly solves them and attracts more.

The Nether Church was not far from the gate of Losric City, and the two of them walked for several hours, and finally came to the edge of the towering city wall.

Ark asked the other side to eliminate several nearby anti-aircraft towers, and then flew up the city wall with the night mouse.

Looking out from the city walls, it is possible to see the whole picture of Faran Fortress more clearly, and at the same time, it is possible to see this vast and rugged jungle between the two cities.

According to Yeshu's explanation, this dense forest is called the Illuzier Valley, also known as the Cold Valley. It was once the last battlefield between humans and the army of the King of Dark Souls.

On the battlefield, there are often soldiers and heroic spirits who cannot rest in peace after death, and there are also a large number of monster lairs in the dense forest.

If the ark wanted to pass through the cold valley, it had to travel during the day, because most of the heroic spirits came out at night, which was very dangerous.

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