When he said uncomfortable, Fu Qian was certainly not referring to Simon's injuries.
It is suspected that the "abandoned son" after his transformation has an exaggerated visual impact, but is far less difficult to deal with than before.
Simon looked miserable, but he didn't suffer many serious injuries, and it could be seen from his reaction that it was a routine work-related injury.
The reason why I ask this question is because he seems to be "sick".
The eyes that looked over were still cold, but there was a hint of turbid blood color.
It's like being infected by something.
To be honest, this is a bit strange.
From the previous joint actions, we can know that it is normal for there to be something unclean in nightmares, but generally speaking, this person should not be the first to be affected.
Both in terms of strength and will, he is obviously stronger than Amira.
Why?
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Fu Qian has always been used to asking questions with answers, so at this moment, he seems to have vaguely guessed the price of the taboo laws mastered by the legendary hunter.
The overly keen insight into filth may not be due to the fact that it is a test strip.
A certain kind of special star law not only did not help the blessed to be invulnerable to fire and water, it even turned the hunters into the most exaggerated susceptible group.
This should be one of the reasons why he appeared downstairs so early. The effect of collecting infections is good enough if he is close enough.
It is indeed taboo. I was still confused before. Even if it is similar to the gun of death, to be honest, it is just an exaggerated killing method. It should not prevent me from joining the temple.
And if this is the case, it seems understandable why the two hunters we met have such a style of painting.
In the course of recovering from infection again and again, the will may be strong, but the human nature may be severely worn.
"You seem a little more uncomfortable."
What is gratifying is that there are still some residues. For example, in the face of the previous concern, Brother Simon responded with a classic reply of "You are the only one who is sick."
"Well said, if I don't go to hell, who will?"
Unfortunately, what he received was an even more unexpected response.
Before paying, he raised his head and looked up at the sky, sighing.
"When all sentient beings are saved, nightmares become empty, and no one goes astray, how can he be called a shepherd?"
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Even Simon was silent for a while.
"The moment when the sun comes out is the most painful moment, right?"
However, Fu Qian did not let him go. He was condescending and looked pitiful.
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Simon still didn't answer, but he didn't deny it either.
"Because the stars disappeared at that moment?"
Qian Fu was very satisfied with the response and continued.
"This statement is a little loose. After all, strictly speaking, the sun is one of the stars. I still understand a little bit of your teachings."
"But most people still like to meditate at night. The overly dazzling sun is still considered a bit unbalanced, right?"
As time went by, the sun became a bit dazzling, so Fu Qian finally looked away.
"So at the critical moment when it rises, the filth in the air becomes clear, and pollution accumulates on the body at an unprecedented rate? It's really easy to imagine the discomfort."
"For every hunter, this is the most holy gift from the stars."
Faced with his continuous questions, Simon finally responded, still firm and indifferent.
really not bad!
Things like tone are not important. This answer undoubtedly confirms too many things.
So much so that he did not deny Simon's statement before paying.
It is true that not everyone has such an opportunity to sacrifice for the purity of their faith, let alone such a chosen opportunity.
"Understandable, it looks like you will have many opportunities to feel the blessings today."
Without even asking further, Fu Qian ended the conversation with amazing efficiency and moved on.
"If you have more to share, you are welcome to come to my church."
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The remains of the "abandoned child" on the ground have almost lost their activity.
However, the moment Fu Qian approached, he still struggled hard to get away.
This overly oppressive scene was naturally seen by all three people behind him.
So much so that he didn't make any move to stop him. He just watched the burly figure from the corner of his eye as he walked step by step towards the steeple of the church.
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The square in front of the church finally became a little livelier.
Even the arrival of Fu Qian caused a little commotion.
On the contrary, facing the dozen or so figures sitting or standing, Fu Qian expressed his deep satisfaction.
Morning exercise may be a good habit, but from the time I left until now, the increase in staff has been too efficient.
And that thing that just broke out.
As time goes by, the glorious tyrant's tear on the illusory world in front of him continues to intensify.
It is obvious that the hosts of Nightmare accepted this urging.
They learned to race against time, to fight against this tear and at the same time embody the original intention of this nightmare as quickly as possible.
All you have to do next is go back to the church and wait for your visitors.
Illusory cracks were still emerging around him. As he walked forward, the shape of wings that had once appeared on the top of the Winslow mansion was pulled out again.
The audience, who did not dare to look directly at him, were naturally attracted by this scene and were dazzled, except for one of them.
Before paying, he stopped by the bench where the pigeons were fed. The old lady who once provided peas for breakfast was still sitting in the same posture and position.
Even the peas in her hand were not finished, and the pigeons just now had already disappeared.
"Too many people seem to scare them away. If you are interested, you can come and sit in my church."
A casual reminder before paying.
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Without making a sound, the old lady raised her head and looked over for the first time.
The lips are thin, the bridge of the nose is high, and there are small scars around the empty eye sockets.
Judging from the shape, it looks like it was picked out by a sharp beak.
After just one glance, Fu Qian continued on without saying anything and opened the door of the chapel again.
The chants and moans were more intense than before, and they were instantly mixed with heat.
He didn't mind, just like taking a leisurely stroll to avoid the bodily fluids dripping from his head. He walked all the way to the pulpit and sat on it calmly.
The cracks of constant disillusionment also spread to the holy symbol behind his back, bringing a sense of desolation and blasphemy.
And this scene was undoubtedly admired by many pairs of eyes outside the door.
But as they watched stiffly and fearfully, a rickety figure stepped up the front steps step by step.
Guided by the special voice, the old lady's visit was obviously not difficult.
Of course, once you arrive at your destination, it becomes a bit noisy.
Quiet.
When the old lady found a chair that hadn't fallen down and sat down, she put her head forward and locked her head, and fired a gospel blast.
The numerous naked bodies were instantly shaken like an electric shock, trembling wildly.