While talking to himself, arrows whizzed out.

"Hmm...what can I do?"

Yuan Shan should have already made arrangements, right?

Fu Qian raised his hands and opened the blasphemous embrace again.

"It looks very grand. What kind of festival is it?"

"Theoretically, they are not so stupid, but the problem is that there was a big mess in Beijing..."

What the hell...

"Actually, there is a way."

I have to say that what Fu Qian mentioned is indeed a possibility.

"Hmm...my Templar appears again?"

"In addition to various items and materials, it also includes various ritual-related information."

Ways to help Huang Zhixun...

The Dark Moon Pope, an unknown beautiful girl from the universe.

"The vampires have accumulated a lot in promotion rituals, and their abilities are related to darkness."

Yuan Shan suddenly understood and her expression became twice as serious.

I don't know how long it has been, but a somewhat joking voice seemed to have established a connection with myself across countless time and space.

No matter what, it feels like the bridge is closed.

"Yes, they are just relatively able to display their specialties at night. After all, their abilities are related to darkness."

Fu Qian sat behind the counter of the bookstore and watched all this silently.

Yuan Shan confirmed his guess.

It was a familiar hall, with a witch wearing complicated robes and extremely gorgeous decorations leaning on an exquisite and gorgeous bench.

In the end, he closed the door to see off the guests and made an appointment with himself.

"...You want to say that if they are inspired by the vision and want to perform some kind of ceremony, it may not be to promote them to demigods?"

"On this day seven years ago, there was an eighth light in the night sky."

The witch's voice came slowly.

This is actually the case, I thought about it before paying.

"happy holidays."
Chapter completed!