What I did just now was actually very simple - two consecutive lucid dreams.
The legendary Concord Temple was obviously not in vain. Compared with Amira and the others, the church lady who escorted him was much sharper.
After confirming that the opponent could detect even the slightest trace of the blood crusade, Fu Qian was not in a hurry to use Clear Dream.
Of course, there is no rush to perform violent operations.
This meeting was packed with guests. How could the overly simple and crude way of infiltration reflect the majesty of my Dark Moon?
In the end, this cooperation lasted all the way until he was escorted to the cell.
The moment the church lady finished taunting her and sealed the door, taking advantage of this joy and relaxation, Fu Qian finally quietly invited her to sleep.
The rules for ending the dream are also very simple - believe that the person in the cell is no longer there.
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Facts have proved that although this person was disdainful on the surface, he actually left a considerable psychological shadow because of his previous operations.
It didn't take a full minute, and it didn't even seem like she was trying to figure out a reasonable logic. The church lady already believed this conclusion.
After returning from the dreamland, this man undoubtedly hurriedly opened the door to confirm.
What greeted her was the remnants of the law coming towards her, and the clear dream that was opened up again by this impact.
Once you are on guard, it will obviously become more difficult to induce someone to fall asleep again, so I used the classic combination of reducing the mind and falling asleep.
With the previous foreshadowing, the visual impact of the leftovers of the law will obviously not be so abrupt.
Before payment, we didn’t even set any difficult ending rules for the other party, so we kept everything quiet and smooth to the maximum extent.
The final result was that the temple lady opened the locked cage made by the law with her own hands, and released the Dark Moon Apostles who were walking in nightmares.
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When Fu Qian stepped onto the first staircase, the church lady returned to reality for the second time.
And it did not disappoint, this one indeed maintained a certain degree of elegance.
There were no screams or frantic searches.
After being stunned for a few seconds, he gritted his teeth and "locked" the door. He ran like a gust of wind in a certain direction.
This treatment and response is undoubtedly reasonable. How can a character who can just sneak away in front of you be blindly searched and found again?
Locking the door to prevent the slightest possibility of being deceived, and then notifying the person in charge directly is the safest and most efficient response.
He is also brave enough to take responsibility.
After all, he is a noble and decent person.
With silent praise, Fu Qian walked up the stairs in the same style.
The wooden ladder that had gone through many years made no sound under his feet.
Even with every step he took, his body and face were quietly changing.
With bright red eyes and pale skin, by the time he finished walking up this flight of stairs, he already looked like Herbert.
His steps still continued, he quietly reached out his hand, took off a curtain with the color of the night sky, knotted it casually, and draped it over his body.
On the one hand, Hulbert's figure was taller, and Enke's formal attire no longer fit him that well.
On the other hand, Fu Qian's body suddenly expanded at the next moment, and the Brilliant Tyrant was activated.
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For a moment, the carpet seemed softer under my feet.
Fu Qian, who was aware of this change, didn't even lower his head to look down. He just adjusted his cloak and stepped onto another staircase without changing the rhythm of his steps, continuing upward.
Although the building is old, it is really tall.
As we go up, the surroundings become increasingly quiet.
But that doesn't mean it's harder to find.
As a believer in the stars, it is obvious that the higher places in the church symbolize the dignity of contact with the stars, so the few traces of human beings are obviously existences of the level of the church lady.
Therefore, what we are passing through now can be called the forbidden area of the religious order.
And even if they are not noticed now, I believe that after the news of the missing person is reported, they will work with others to guard the building, and it will be much more troublesome to come down again.
But that's not important.
On a full moon night, the top of the temple.
Be quite confident in your judgment of the meeting location before paying.
The tastes of those big bats who feel good about themselves are too easy to infer.
Apart from being the best, where else can give them the pleasure of being like ants?
The softer carpet seems to prove this.
Stepping up the stairs again, Fu Qian looked at the figure not far away in the corridor.
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"Herbert?"
His face was wrinkled, he was dressed in casual clothes, but he was wearing a unique hat.
Standing there quietly, it can be said that he is the oldest member of the cult that he has seen so far.
He even looked the wisest, actually shouting his name directly.
The door next to it was ajar, and this person was coming out of it.
It had even been a while. As early as when Fu Qian was on the floor below, this person seemed to have predicted something and went out to wait.
"Nice to meet you."
Being blocked without any warning, and having his identity revealed directly, another infiltrator might have directly activated the emergency plan and entered the retreat path.
However, he said hello with a smile and no hesitation in his steps.
Of course there is no acceleration at all.
As an apostle of the Dark Moon, even on the way to a banquet, how could he be in a hurry and disregard his manners.
And although he didn't say much, this reaction clearly reflected his attitude quite clearly.
So much so that when the tall-hatted elder opened his mouth again, instead of shouting, he spat out giant dandelions one after another.
Yes, this is the most appropriate description I can think of before paying.
The whole body is blood red, and the tails are all connected to slender branches. It looks like patterns and natural creatures, it is a group of thorns gathered together according to special rules.
The spikes arranged in a ball on the outermost layer were obviously extremely sharp, and there was even blood dripping on them - his own blood.
Since it was obviously forced out from the throat, you can even see the holes that were plowed out of the mouth.
And this ferocious creation, as the branches stretch and twist, really float in the air like a dandelion, lush and lush.
If you don't stop before paying, you will inevitably crash into it.
But it can be felt that it is not a simple needle prick, and ordinary physical resistance is probably meaningless.
Didn't stop before paying.
As he was steadily approaching, he just took off his cloak and threw it into the air.
The sleeve of his right hand, which was already in tatters, was completely torn in the next moment. A giant spiked arm made of countless cold crystals passed directly through the thorn bushes and tore half of the tall hat elder's body.
This is the result of the opponent trying his best to avoid it at the critical moment.
In addition to saving his own life, another change he brought about was that the thorn bush that was originally controlled by him degenerated and dissipated before Fu Qian's body came into contact.
The elder who casually caught the falling cloak and barely stood still in his field of vision did not make any new attack moves. Instead, his already damaged throat began to stir and let out a beast-like scream.
Shake people? Very decisive.
After a moment of appreciation, he opened his mouth and sent out a more violent gospel.
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This chapter has been completed!