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Chapter 1748 Bitter Fruit (Thirty-seven)

Is this gone?

Before paying, I was quite sure that the other party was not pretending to be in hiding in this way, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

The aura belonging to the white-faced man was completely clean without any residue, as if it had never appeared before.

But just a moment ago, he looked like he was about to release his power and undergo a major transformation. The contrast was so strong that it was comparable to a warrior who was in full condition and fell off a cliff before he could even rush to the Demon King.

Why--

For a moment, even before paying, he sighed for the other party that his ambition was not fulfilled.

Of course, it is completely believed that Dr. Dorian's melancholy will not be any weaker at this moment.

The two hopes have been broken. If you want to trap yourself here, or even complete the treatment like other foreigners, the white-faced man seems to be the last character who can shoulder the important task. The result is such a regret.

Sure enough, you still put too much pressure on yourself?

After all, frankly speaking, Dorian has done a good job.

A pure, second-level combat character is quite sufficient in theory. It is hard to imagine how many outsiders can handle it.

Although for me, until the opponent died from overload, I didn't see anything that could be called amazing.

In any case, the reality is cruel.

On an independent cold night, I had no intention of going back to the church to talk about a few dollars before paying.

Now that we have seen all the prosperity and there is no reason to stay long, it is time to return to reality and have a good chat with Dr. Dorian, who is no longer working.



Sure enough, although the specifications are high, Dr. Dorian's dreams are indeed not very flexible.

After waiting quietly in the darkness again, at a certain moment, the light brightened again in front of me, and the watery eyes unique to the doll appeared.

Compared with last time, there is even an extra pair of eyes - not two pairs.

He moved his somewhat stiff neck and took a look around. In addition to the extra Hilaria doll, there was something that was not there originally next to Dorian, whose face was equally pale.

The man with long hair and high cheekbones is the fourth person I saw in the church just now.

But compared with other dolls, it has obvious differences.

Not to mention the slightly less exquisite level, at this moment from head to toe, whether it is the body or the clothes, there is a faint sense of decay as if thousands of years of funerary objects have first seen the light of day.

So much so that Fu Qian suspected that if he breathed harder, the doll would probably end up like the white-faced man just now, turning into a pile of dust.

"Your Mightiness……"

Even the next moment this suspicion was confirmed.

The gaze that swept over him obviously brought great psychological pressure to Dorian, so much so that his stiff body unconsciously adjusted his sitting posture.

However, with just this slight shock, the fourth doll collapsed on the spot and turned into dust.

So is this the price?

Looking at this scene not too strangely, what came to Fu Qian's mind was exactly the question he had thought about before.

The fourth person who directly made the Dark Night Butcher come true without his own cooperation. What miraculous ability could he use to do this?

Now at least the price has been laid here, and the result seems to be that it has become a disposable consumable.

No wonder I didn’t give myself this kind of intensity when I started.

"I thought you could do better."

While he quickly came to a conclusion, Fu Qian did not completely ignore Dorian, who had no merit but hard work, and nodded slightly to encourage him.



"I have a few questions. First, is he a foreigner?"

Although according to the previous exploration results, even if Dorian dies miserably here, it will not have any impact on him in "reality".

But I still don't mind before paying, take advantage of this uncompromising desire for survival.

And his first question was to gesture towards the pile of ashes.

"……yes."

The opponent took the initiative to cooperate with the home team, but he tried his best, but in the end only received a complete defeat. Dorian seemed to have no willpower to escape.

He held the holy sword in his hand and then loosened it, but after only a few seconds of mental struggle, he nodded and admitted.

"After the treatment was completed, they were left here in this way?"

Another suspicion about the fourth person was instantly confirmed. Fu Qian nodded with satisfaction and continued to ask.

This is also something I have been curious about before.

"Well……"

However, it seemed that this question was a bit too in-depth, and Dorian hesitated for a moment.

"Sorry, wait for me."

Not only did he not urge me before paying, he even seemed to remember something.

The next moment, with the other party's surprised gaze, he grabbed the head with one hand and gently took it off. At the same time, blood clots as thick as asphalt spewed out from the broken neck.

There is a reason for the stiffness in the neck. After staying in there for so long, the accumulation effect of the heart attack is terrible.



"Yes, that's what foreigners will become if they don't wake up from the treatment."

The work of activating blood circulation and removing blood stasis had just been completed, and when Fu Qian casually put his head back, Dorian finally remembered the answer to the question just now.

This serious illness had been shown to Fu Qian from the beginning, so it was naturally impossible for him to forget it.

The scene just now made Dorian's hidden hope finally completely shattered, and he gained the open-mindedness to know his destiny.

really.

I was satisfied with the attitude before paying.

"When did you realize you had this ability?"

"A long time ago...even earlier than the day this place was abandoned."

And Dorian, who took a deep breath, obviously fell into a vague recollection.

"I'm not sure how it happened. I just know that I am becoming different, and it is different in a good way... because I am already tired of the so-called belief."

"Dedicate yourself body and mind, place all your hopes on a pity after being pleased, a completely unpredictable gift? It is extremely boring and extremely stupid!"

"But this one is different. I can clearly feel that I am transforming into a different form, growing, and transcending...by controlling dreams."

"At first I just thought of it as a special dream, but I soon discovered that it was not that simple. It allowed me to observe Akons from another perspective, and at the same time, I could even bring other people in..."

"And if someone is completely immersed in it, not only will the dream grow stronger, but I will also get special gains."

Dorian said while looking at the scum of the fourth person.

"Is this how these came to be?"

He did not question or comment on the other party's attitude towards faith. He just gestured towards Hilaria and their dolls.

"No... I just need some help. After the dream grows stronger, the connection between me and Akons will become closer, and I can do some special things."

Dorian shook his head instantly.


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