To be honest, Yarel's test is quite good and his acting skills are also quite good.

It turns out that the person who can control his emotions is a good actor!

It’s a pity that we are also familiar with the self-cultivation of actors.

He put away his "mercy" and snorted for a long time.

Language is not efficient in conveying information. Even if it is not deliberately deceiving, it may contain various interference items, such as emotions, cognitive limitations, misleading others, etc.

In the view of Fu Qian, after hearing any sentence, it is the basic quality of a tasker to automatically analyze and cut, filter valuable information, and judge credibility.

So even if he didn't know the details of Yarel, he would never believe it all in the performance just now.

There is more than one possibility that this person will make such a move.

Not to mention that Fu Qian has a good understanding of Yarel's background and knows that everything he has served "purpose".

For such goods, I really can't think of a reason to be an undercover agent before paying.

Even if he takes a step back, he will definitely take action directly and never talk nonsense when he really stands on the side of Zhiye Man to deal with him.

This person has no psychological appeal and can think that the purpose of saying anything is to let himself hear these words.

He wanted to believe that he was facing a mortal situation, so as to cheat his true attitude towards the plan and confirm the threat.

What a pity, the word "cautious" has never been in our dictionary.

So, Fu Qian chose to make a decision.

...

But the facts proved that no matter what Yarrell said, he obviously didn't want to make too much noise.

It is highly likely that this point was confirmed before paying, and he should hope that the plan will go smoothly.

This is a good thing, which means you don’t have to think about the way to kill a messenger in advance.

That was a very laborious job, and if you really did that, it would probably cause a lot of noise.

"So, did this beast turn into a disease? Did you and Crow Feather make it?"

Fu Qian looked at Yarel who was jumping repeatedly, with a tone of considering risks.

"First of all, it's not me."

Yarel seemed to have expected his questions and answered with a smile.

"But this plan was originally from the Crow Feather Organization, I'm not sure if it's in his control."

Is this a hint that there is no need to worry too much about the current situation getting out of control, everything is under control?

Fu Qian nodded and continued to interpret the information he had obtained.

"Actually, I don't care what you are, which one of Camus or the sage has the upper hand, and whether you are ready to fight to become a demigod. My only requirement is that there cannot be variables in the plan."

However, the next moment, Yarel's smile was restrained and his voice no longer contained any emotions.

"Do you understand if you do your own thing?"

This is full of pressure from the superiors, suggestion and intimidation?

It should be to make yourself pinch the talisman in Phoenix Palace without rushing to help.

Don't want to make trouble on your own?

"This is the best way, I will only do some of the work within my ability, and I don't ask for more."

Fu Qian nodded, as if he had finally made up his mind.

"very good."

Seeing this, Yarel praised him with satisfaction, and then sat back on the chair the next moment, returning to his original posture.

"I wish us a smooth move."

This tone was obviously giving an order to expel guests.

When he witnessed this scene, Fu Qian did not say anything and followed the flow of good deeds.

...

If one day the whole world becomes this kind of thing, I wonder what the situation will be?

Walking easily through the ancient seminary, Fu Qian was leisurely imagining in his heart.

There is no doubt that the confrontation just now seemed simple and freehand, but in fact it was full of crises.

There was a problem with any point in the middle, which made Yarrell think that the threat to the action was too great, and he might have to start the combat option in an instant.

Unfortunately, under our extreme operation, we not only bypassed a battle that would have negative impacts, but we even got some valuable information from the elite monsters.

I was in a good mood for a while.

When he left, he also followed the supporting actor just now.

"...I can't figure out what the meaning of letting us do this here... Isn't it better to have the police help block it, anyway, there is no problem in name... By the way, this group of people has really got a trick in their brains, and they do something every day!"

Judging from the complaints from there, the Ye Ye man was normal and had no impression of what had just happened.

This is not surprising. After all, Yareer has done the same operation in Shangjing.

The secretary Xiao Ming, who was even inferior to Yuan Shan, was completely crushed when facing a divine envoy.

But when it comes to this point, I felt strange last time. Is the type of power that Yarel embodies is a bit messy?

Judging from the true god who came to this person last time, if his promotion route, the corresponding upper god is really the legendary sun, then the power should not be pure and purified, and at most it can be vaporized?

This unconscious brainwashing and psychological suggestion, especially the misleading of myself just now, always feels a little distorted.

The gods in this world feel that the problem is a bit big.

...

It's really undercurrents!

After leaving the old seminary, Fu Qian turned around and looked at the giant creature and sighed.

Of course, the crowds were also surging.

It was already early morning, and there were still people coming and going on the streets, and from time to time there were people singing loudly, full of the atmosphere before the festival came.

But it is good to be lively, but it often brings problems at the same time, such as the number of people who should be slept at the same time.

Even after paying Qian came out for a short while, he found that he was being followed.

Two young men who are no more than twenty years old are sneaky and far away.

What kind of world is this!

Our social terrorist person who is dressed in a simple old man and who doesn’t show his face will be targeted by criminals?

No matter how you look at it, there is nothing valuable in your body - well, the Lord of the Rings is a little bit eye-catching.

Touching his fingers, Fu Qian sighed while moving forward as if nothing had happened, admiring the night scenery of the sea city.

Let's just go here.

Not long after, Fu Qian stopped on a slightly longer arch bridge, admiring the winding water flow under his feet, and quietly approaching the two people following him, observing himself with a vigilant look.

Starry nights and arch bridges were once such a familiar scene!

Recalling the glorious years of the past, Fu Qian looked at the other side of the arch bridge.

In the darkness, a familiar figure was coming step by step.

"Camu Greeda."

The visitor was already speaking as he walked, and his tone was a bit proud.

"fine?"

It's actually Brother Marco.

Fu Qian nodded as if nothing had happened, and at the same time noticed that the two energetic young men behind him had quietly withdrawn.

Then I realized that the wolf was pretending to sleep before, so that it could lure the enemy.
Chapter completed!