"So what if I don't?" the warmonger said in the mocking tone that was most likely to arouse boredom.
He obviously did it on purpose.
It is difficult to estimate any martyr using the common personality spectrum, but between looking for trouble and solving ordinary problems, a warmonger will choose the former out of professionalism.
It is impossible to anger the normal Ke Qier to this extent. Yi Cha did think so at first.
But soon the facts changed his view——
The angel's eyes widened like molten metal, and he maintained an awkward and trying posture. The fine white crystal light that was used to "separate" and "untie" (at least judging from the few experiences so far) condensed from his hands. Send out, shoot the warmongers.
Quiet to the point of being comical.
This time there was still no sound. However, Yi Cha has become accustomed to visual correction.
What happened before my eyes deserves a loud bang:
The warmonger seemed not to have expected this sudden change. He only paused and a large white light penetrated into his neck. The change in space caused by it tilted his wide-brimmed hat, revealing a pair of stunned dark yellow eyes.
The next second, it was as if a high-temperature boiler was suddenly pierced, and his head was surrounded by a stream of smoke like erupting steam.
The warmonger made an ear-piercing gurgling sound, staggered back, and stretched out two hands full of hard skin and scabs to grab at his neck——
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This time the situation worsened. It seemed that the effect of the noise solution quickly spread to his bloated body. The warmonger let out a horrifying and pitiful roar and fell backwards.
Ke Qier was stunned.
Yi Cha glanced at the warmonger - his edges were blurred, his face was blurred, he was struggling and rolling like a rat thrown into the stove, a broken scream escaped from his throat, covered in a layer of turbulence leaked by himself.
Ke Qier had already reacted at this time, his face twisted, and he rushed forward eagerly with both hands stretched out.
Green light spots began to flicker between his fingers - that was life energy, the power of healing.
"You're not going to save him again, are you?" Yi Cha took a look at the situation and said indifferently.
"I have sinned beyond forgiveness." Ke Qier said heartbrokenly.
He actually sat down next to the warmonger's blurred body, preparing to heal his opponent - the opponent's range of motion had decreased, and the steam flow around him had also decreased, like a charred corpse that was not so charred.
To see the magic symbol of the Manling Tribe lighting up in Keqier's hand.
"Fine."
Isaac ducked behind him and dragged the angel backwards like a sack. "Move back."
"Get up." He turned to the warmonger wrapped in "noise solution" and said.
Then he placed Ke Qier in a far corner and said, "You have been deceived."
The warmongers fell silent.
He stopped screaming and rolling, his body became clear, and he lay casually on the floor, with one arm pillowed under his head.
And then burst out with a laugh like the cacophony of a thousand crows——
The tragic situation just now was indeed faked by him.
"Is it better?" Yicha asked Ke Qier.
The angel turned pale and shook his head. "I just felt like I killed him."
"Just kill him. Perishing in a fight is in line with his philosophy."
Yi Cha casually replied that it would be better not to kill the warmonger just now, but there is a way to kill him.
Will truth stop functioning if there is no one missing?
And it’s not a big deal if the warmongers die.
What's more, Ke Qier didn't cause any fatal injuries to him at all - why couldn't he even see this level of disguise?
"Okay. Come on, cheer up."
He turned around coldly and walked to the transparent wall. The moonlight illuminated his figure blue. "Haven't you noticed yet? The fantasy of a home star has finally become a reality - such once-in-a-lifetime plane-level knowledge is proving itself before our eyes. We have a lot of things to do."
"Uh. But..."
"There is no 'but', we have to observe carefully now, the next time window is coming." Yi Cha waved.
"...Hmm." Ke Qier said softly.
Yi Cha glanced at him - this guy's face was pale, with streaks of gold on his face - and he was crying silently again.
Guilty Tears of an Angel is such an overly subjective act - from some perspectives, he clearly did nothing.
"If you keep doing this, he will really achieve his goal." Yicha said to Ke Qier.
Warmongers certainly don't pretend to be killed just for fun - humor does not factor into the estimation of a martyr's behavior.
All his actions are intended to create abnormalities.
Abnormalities can lead to irritability, self-consciousness, and poor judgment.
In the end, it's all about provoking a fight - different paths lead to the same goal, this is professionalism.
"Uh. Well." Ke Qier's tone was not very sure.
"I can forgive you," Icha said.
"That's not possible." Ke Qier said awkwardly. Maybe it's possible in theory, but the angel's heart can't accept it.
Yicha paused and felt that time continued to flow forward - this must be paid attention to at all times.
Thirty seconds.
Now you have thirty seconds.
"Okay. Then you. You forgive him."
Yi Cha walked sideways to the warmonger, who was admiring the moon like a puddle of tattered clothes, and kicked him in the leg.
"You're kidding me," the warmonger snarled.
"Oh, yes. I said it wrong. Pardon."
Yicha's face was expressionless. “Come and forgive this dead-headed angel next to me.
Say: 'I forgive you for the hurtful behavior you just did to me. You simply cannot kill other creatures. What just happened was just a stupid joke. '
Just tell him what I said and you can forgive him. "
"Hey..." Ke Qier said weakly.
The warmongers laughed harshly. "Why should I do this?"
"Then why are you responding to my words?"
"I will respond when I want to." The warmonger cocked his neck and opened and closed the two outermost mouths threateningly. "Just as I will destroy you when I want to destroy you."
"Wrong. You couldn't touch us just now, and you can't do it now. If you don't have the upper hand, otherwise no matter how lazy you are, you should have taken action when he attacked you just now."
Icha tapped one finger on the table. "Would you like me to be more clear? You killed the gambler and the Land Builder took back some of the permissions given to you. Guess where those permissions are now?"
This sentence has advantages and disadvantages——
The warmonger became visibly sullen, but Kezier's expression also worsened - it was a heavier burden for him to feel more kindness from the gamblers towards them.
"Oh..." The warmonger continued to make meaningful noises.
"5." Yi Cha jumped over and kicked his tentacles again.
"It's okay. I can." Ke Qier said, "You are right. We should focus on the matter in front of us - especially when the recorder is not around."
"Oh, that's good." Yi Cha blinked his eyes, stopped caring, and jumped away from the filthy warmonger.
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Click.
Click, click, click.
They both looked out at the same time.
