In the bookstore, Serana was holding a ball in her hand, her expression was dull, and she looked like she couldn't turn her head around.
"Your ancestor."
Before paying, he didn't even raise his head, concentrating on playing with his left arm.
The moment he escaped from there, the activity of his flesh and blood recovered, and now there were pink granulations protruding from the wound.
But even so, it will take some time to get back to normal.
"I know it's the ancestor, but why is there only one person?"
Serana's condition wasn't much better, and the wound on her back was still bloody.
However, this person obviously didn't seem to be in the mood to pay attention to this, and murmured to himself in front of the previous answer.
Halfway through her words, she noticed a strange look in Fu Qian's eyes.
"So you admit that that is indeed your ancestor?"
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Under the ruthless reminder before paying, Serana stood there dumbfounded for five seconds.
But in the end, she stabilized her mind and accepted the reality with her will that had been tempered for hundreds of years.
"Yes, although it is quite unexpected, looking at it all the way, it is indeed the old image of the ancestor."
Taking a deep breath, Serana said slowly.
It's not easy to admit this, but unfortunately Fu Qian seemed completely indifferent to her inner struggle, and he was already behind the counter.
"So it's still the same question. The ancestor was obviously going to meet someone, but why was there only one person in the room? And then she was still talking to someone."
How could Serana be someone who gives up so easily? She immediately asked relentlessly.
Very good and persistent.
Fu Qian looked appreciative and gestured for her to sit down.
The only problem is that real persistence should be to force yourself to use your brain to think about the reasons, rather than keep asking others - although we can indeed think of some explanation.
"Don't be so rigid in your mind, he is a future god."
"Then what?"
Serana couldn't keep up with his train of thought.
"Will such a chosen person not be restricted by a mere dimension?"
Fu Qian said while pointing at Serana and himself.
"You mean the ancestors discovered us a long time ago and deliberately found an opportunity to try to interact with us?"
Serana finally understood Fu Qian's meaning at this moment, but this alternative interpretation made her feel faintly frightened.
"As far as my personal feeling is concerned, she is essentially just an afterimage from ancient memories. At least I can't detect the aura of the ancestor from her. Can such an existence really do that?"
However, she was obviously quite serious and quickly put forward a rebuttal point.
"And if the ancestors had discovered us a long time ago, why did they go to so much trouble? Even specially closed the door?"
"That's right, I'm finally willing to use my brain."
Facing this well-founded rebuttal, Fu Qian looked pleased.
"But you can definitely be more open-minded - the last question does cross latitudes, but it may not necessarily be asked of us."
"Is it possible that the question points to herself in another category?"
Facing Serana's bright eyes, Fu Qian continued.
"Annalise sealed her self before she became a god in a special way. Let's not talk about the specific purpose for now. After becoming your ancestor, will she occasionally visit her once young and dull self and reflect on her past hesitation?
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"And constantly repeating the day when she learns that she will be the reincarnation of a god, will Annalize be confused about the future?"
"Will there be some desire for communication between the two of them?"
"So she is talking to herself after becoming a god... This is indeed more reasonable. Of course a god has a way to answer her, especially if he knows that this thing exists, and the scope is originally very small..."
Serana let out a long sigh and agreed with the previous guess.
"Unfortunately, it looks like she hasn't received a response in a while."
I added one sentence before paying.
Um.
Serana nodded, remembering Annalise's last sigh, and seemed to have a better understanding of the emotions in it.
But this time there was something different. The person in front of him ignored his own obstruction and forced the door open, which was obviously a response.
"Anyway, thank you very much. Without your help this time, I think it would be difficult to gain anything."
Serana could tell the difference between good and bad. Although she didn't necessarily like the result, she still thanked her seriously.
"It's hard for Mr. Fang to continue to keep things like this for me."
She even handed over the old memories without any intention of taking them back.
"I will teach you the complete escape method in a moment."
"Easy to do."
Before paying, he made a pun and accepted it unceremoniously.
This thing is indeed interesting, and he doesn't mind keeping it for a while.
In addition, he deserved Serana's thanks.
Although there was an element of luck, if I hadn't followed him this time, and with this person's straightforward thinking, I might have had to try for another hundred and eighty years before I could see the gossip between the First Ancestor and the First Blood Clan.
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As dusk fell, Serana quickly said goodbye and left.
But the figure's back in the darkness was even more lonely than last time.
There are some things that may not be a good thing to know.
However, for Fu Qian, although no specific information about Hong Yue was found, the rise of the ancestor of the blood clan was worth the price of admission in his opinion.
First of all, it seems that something happened to Luna before that long night, and the reasons are worth exploring.
At the same time, where did the oracle about Annalise come from?
It is not easy for a group of devout believers to believe this.
What’s behind all this is really mind-blowing!
With emotion, Fu Qian came upstairs and changed his clothes.
Judging from the recovery speed, the one-armed hero will still be able to do it for a while, there is no need to go back so soon to scare Young Master Qin and the others.
Continuing with the previous plan to scare Miss Wen is undoubtedly a very suitable choice.
I threw the ancient memories into the warehouse, packed up the crystallized teardrops, and left the bookstore before paying.
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"What are you..."
Not long after, facing Fu Qian with a fluttering sleeve, Wen Li looked suspicious of life.
Because of the special identification mechanism, there was no doubt about her identity before the attack.
It was precisely because of this that she was startled.
How could Jiang En or Taylor possibly cause harm to Mr.!
For her, Fu Qian was just a matter of going out in the morning and returning from trouble as the King of Universiade. She really couldn't help but associate these things together.
"It's a small thing, I just lost an arm, but Serana's precious faith has collapsed!"
Fu Qian's words were full of depth and he glanced down.
With pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and various masks, this person is actually recreating the facial makeup of King Yun Ming.