I really dare to speak!

Yuan Fang's fierce "request" made Fu Qian deeply admire him.

The content is indeed simple, but the matter is not simple.

"Your demigods seem to have acted once, but in terms of performance, it is difficult to give people confidence."

Fu Qian did not hide his doubts.

"I understand what you mean."

Yuan Fang naturally realized that he was not active before paying, so he quickly explained.

"I did not give much advice on Ballard's previous actions, it can only be regarded as their stressful self-protection."

"The news I provide is that Joan and the Lord are indeed dead."

"Organizing manpower, collecting clues, and actions are all their own operations."

Click!

While talking, Yuan Fang took out a metal lighter and lit a cigarette for himself.

"In fact, even if I give advice, they may not listen to me."

"After all, I'm not their leader, I'm just a consultant at most."

Take a deep sip and the man closed his eyes and looked intoxicated.

"You should see that I'm not even a demigod."

Why do the riddle people you meet look like the teacher’s style?

Bookstore owner Bernard also keeps smoking and drinking.

The scene in front of you made Fu Qian unable to help but think of an elusive old friend.

"My understanding of your words is that you are not ready to participate in the next great action."

While feeling moved, Fu Qian gave a sharp interpretation of Yuan Fang's words.

"That's certain."

The latter opened his eyes when he heard this and admitted without hesitation.

"I'm too weak compared to any of you, but I'm just a bit of fortune telling talent."

“So you can really predict the future?”

Fu Qian was quite interested in this regard.

"You can see a little bit, but it's very chaotic and full of uncertainty, especially if there is an influence from outsiders."

As a charlatan, Yuan Fang is quite modest.

“There are often people from outside here?”

"It's not often, because it's just as dangerous for foreigners, and I can't take out the harvest."

"Except for fire."

I'll add a sentence before paying.

"Yes, except for fire."

After sucking a cigarette in three mouthfuls, Yuan Fang threw the cigarette butt and stared at Fu Qian.

"But the creation of fire is devastating to this place."

"I thought this place was immortal? It could be destroyed?"

Fu Qian said aloud.

"First of all, it's really immortal."

Yuan Fang pointed at his head.

"With the special connection with this place, I'm extremely sure of this."

"No one knows when this place originated, and no one even knows how they came here, including Ballard and others, everyone has been there since they have the sanity."

"Secondly, the people here are not immortal."

"It's like the clown dies many times, and every time I forget something."

Although he looked at Fu Qian, Yuan Fang seemed to be talking about another person.

"You can know again, but it's essentially an irreversible process, and everyone is the same."

"Although the future of this group of people is destined, I still hope that this process can be maintained longer."

"I understand, there is no need to die as intensely as they are, they are lost all the time?"

Fu Qian stroked his chin and remembered the previous metaphor of the gears.

If death only makes people lose themselves step by step, then for the demigods, just acting carefully is not completely desperate.

It seems like a gear. As long as it rotates, wear is always going on, but it is not that obvious.

Their only destiny is their destiny.

"Yes, so I want to ask for your help, at least avoid the most intense way."

Yuan Fang sighed.

I see.

Fu Qian nodded slightly.

It was not a waste of time to work hard, but Prophet Yuan still revealed a lot of information, especially about the birth of fire.

Initially, it is very consistent with Xiu Meng's statement and seems to be able to confirm each other.

But there is a very important question here - if flames were born in the process of the demise of divine creatures, what was your mission?

After so much effort in cultivating, he even killed two demigods. He felt so distressed when using the talisman. There was a place where the flames were so big that they needed to be extinguished?

I always feel that Brother Prophet seems to have reservations about the state of this place.

"Whatever you should call it, you are undoubtedly a special existence now."

Seeing that Fu Qian didn't say anything for a moment, Yuan Fang continued to be sincere.

"If you want, you will be the savior of this world."

Savior, how come this word feels so deaf?

It would be fine if it didn't mean it, but when Yuan Fang spoke, Fu Qian felt even more and more strange.

There seems to be too much familiar and weird information in this world.

“If you’re willing to participate, I have a plan.”

Yuan Fang continued.

This word has a stronger sense of déjà vu...

"Speak and listen."

Suppress the desire to complain and don’t comment.

"Come with me."

Fu Qian's mouth was looser, and Yuan Fang was obviously excited and signaled him to follow him to the balcony.

"Did you see it?"

The next moment he pointed out the window.

Fu Qian looked over and saw that in the distance, there was a quiet lake.

The waves are as flat as a mirror, and under the dim sky, it feels particularly dark and deep.

"I can't tell, you're still a lake view room!"

Fu Qian exclaimed.

"It's okay...so how do you feel when you see this lake?"

Fu Qian's strange observation points almost made Yuan Fang forget his words.

"round."

Seeing that Yuan Fang didn't really want to discuss the location issue, Fu Qian did not force it.

The saying of round is not nonsense. Although the lake outside is not large in area, it still looks like a perfect circle.

“…and what else?”

“There is something in it.”

"Very good, that's annihilation...or flame."

Seeing Fu Qian finally speaking, Yuan Fang looked relieved.
To be continued...