Law orders and the remnants of law orders, in short, from Fu Qian's point of view, they are all forms of power similar to halo.
And it feels like in this form of confrontation, rank determines almost everything.
Considering that he is now a genuine demigod, a genuine third-level transcendent.
So what level does the moon above your head come from?
Feeling his body getting heavier, Fu Qian let out a heartfelt sigh.
That's right, in Fu Qian's judgment, the source of these marks on his body and the discomfort caused by them is not the ubiquitous shadow, but the moon in the sky.
The reason is very simple. First of all, when I went from upstairs to downstairs, I didn't feel too strange.
If there really was something hiding in the shadows, it would have obviously started at that time.
On the contrary, in this moment, after swinging around at the intersection of light and shadow for a few times, various shapes appeared on his body, to the point where it was difficult to lift his arms.
Therefore, Fu Qian would rather believe that the glaring moonlight contains something similar to the residue of laws, which affects everything around him indiscriminately.
Does that mean staying in the shadows will be fine?
This is obviously a normal idea, but unfortunately it is not that simple.
I tried it just before paying, and even if I retreated into the shadows, the suppressed sluggish feeling didn't subside at all.
In other words, even if I hide in the shadows from now on, I won't be able to eliminate this negative impact.
It's really cruel. Isn't this welcome ceremony too grand?
But it's hard to imagine that Taylor, who lost his nightmare notebook, could come up with such a cruel thing.
Could there be someone else behind this trap?
A dignified vampire, it’s only been a few days since you confessed to your family? Do you want to give up so easily?
Regardless, it's obvious that I'm trapped in this place right now.
As you can imagine, someone will soon come to harvest the prey.
So the situation can be described as urgent.
Of course, the opponent definitely doesn't know that he has the ultimate magic to return to the city, but that will undoubtedly expose his trump card easily.
The prey that has fallen into the trap suddenly disappears. Even a fool can think that he has an escape method similar to teleportation.
Next time I come back, maybe there will be a targeted arrangement.
But at that time, I didn't even understand the situation clearly.
This kind of loss-making business cannot be done easily.
As for simply not coming back in the future?
Just kidding, it’s been less than a month since I took over the bookstore, and I failed to start the business halfway. That’s not my style.
Or next time there is a nearby mission, make a short trip to kill the Gullard family and save the country?
This is indeed an idea.
It's just a little too curvy.
…
After weighing the pros and cons, I even yawned in slow motion before paying.
Although it can be confirmed that all abilities are still there, this kind of resistance from a higher level is really difficult to adapt to.
If he really wants to take action later, he will obviously be a living target.
After thinking for a moment, Fu Qian finally touched his face and took off the messenger mask.
Facts have proved that the Grand Return to the City technique is not banned, and in the blink of an eye, a familiar warehouse appears in front of you.
At the same time as he escaped, Fu Qian felt a light touch on his body, and the strange sluggish feeling disappeared instantly.
However, in less than a second, he put the mask back on without even getting a new prop.
…
Under the bright moonlight, the shadow on the street corner stretched into a long line.
Suddenly, the shadow squirmed, and a denser black mass condensed into a human shape. Two huge bat wings were faintly visible behind it.
However, even the facial features have not yet been formed, and the shadow explodes again.
At the same time, about ten meters away, there was another movement in the shadow of the corner across the street, and the same figure appeared.
With this short jump, it perfectly avoided the moonlight overhead.
And after doing this several times, the humanoid shadow had already entered the small bookstore on the street.
This time it didn't jump again. Even with a burst of shaking, the outline of the shadow became slightly clearer, and a pair of blood-red eyes emerged from the face.
But when this person tried to observe the inside of the bookstore, he was stunned for the next moment.
The door of the bookstore was wide open, and in the open space in front of the store, a lounge chair was placed there.
The young bookstore owner was lying on it in an extremely stretched posture, looking up at the stars.
And on his body, you can see criss-crossing black patterns, even covering more than half of his face.
"It's so stupid."
After a brief moment of confusion, the black shadow spoke in a low voice.
"It goes well with that idiot Taylor."
…
As the review was completed, this person seemed to have made up his mind.
The next moment, the shadow beside it surged with all the speed before.
Silently, a black ray condensed and formed, then poured out from in front of it and went straight to Fu Qian who was sitting over there.
Faced with this sudden attack, the young bookstore owner was not slow to react.
Without trying to dodge, the next moment he moved his fingers, and a scarlet whip tore through the air, heading towards the ray.
As soon as the two came into contact, the black ray was instantly dispersed, and a silent roar appeared.
However, just like tangible matter, the rays did not disappear after the explosion. Instead, they scattered around piece by piece, forming a thinner black mass.
The next moment, a huge sharp claw protruded from the black mass, covering Fu Qian's entire upper body under the attack.
Facing this brutal blow, the recliner under Fu Qian's butt suddenly shattered, and he fell down completely.
As the blood splattered, the change in height allowed Fu Qian to dodge the vital point.
However, this is far from over, another claw almost follows him like a shadow.
Compared with the previous claw, this claw is obviously more solid.
The nails were as sharp as daggers, almost transparent in the moonlight, and the force from top to bottom was terrifying, vowing to nail Fu Qian to the ground.
"coming?"
Then at this critical moment, Fu Qian on the ground suddenly spoke.
At the same time, a shockingly heavy fist met the claw directly.
Click!
You can almost hear the sound of limbs breaking.
The deformed long claws retracted at the first touch, retreating faster than when they were released, and at the same time, the body quickly became insubstantial.
"Why are you leaving in such a hurry?"
Unfortunately, Fu Qian's movements were even faster than that. As he took a step forward, dozens of tangled tentacles exploded from his right hand.
With a groan of pain, the surging flesh and blood finally spurted out.
The semi-virtual body not only failed to achieve the expected damage reduction effect at all, but could no longer maintain it and rolled heavily to the ground.
"What do you call it?"
Dozens of tentacles intertwined into a cage, trapping the injured enemies and lifting them into the air. There was curiosity in Fu Qian's tone.