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Joan wiped her tears and looked in disbelief at Fanning, who was sitting next to the translator, holding a revolver.

She tried to recall the scene a few seconds ago, but she couldn't remember how Fan Ning sat there.

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"Are you Fan Ning? You are Mendeleev just now, Mendeleev is you? Unexpectedly, you are actually a knowledgeable person who can see the illusion coming in from the outside, and you are also a 'candle' of study? No wonder "No wonder." The translator, who had just had an emotional outburst, now seems to have stabilized and his tone of voice has become calmer.

At this time, Qiong finally realized that Mr. Mendeleev was Fan Ning.

"No wonder I was so confused when I heard his voice. No wonder he generously gave me a bottle of 100% pure radiant spirit liquid in just a few words."

But it was Fanning's turn to wonder.

"Why does the translator know me?"

"Why is it no wonder?"

"I knew I shouldn't have thrown away my mask when I just walked out of the party, but why?"

Doubts remain doubts, but the murderous intention in Fan Ning's heart is now even stronger.

He tried to keep his tone calm: "Mr. Translator, don't you think your behavior is disgusting? Zidou Gao gave you all the samples of the secret atmosphere, and promised you to use half of them temporarily in the next transaction. You can change the formula with the radiant spirit liquid, I really didn’t expect you to use such a dirty trick.”

Fan Ning was still communicating with the other party on a reasonable level.

But he actually knew in his heart that it would be difficult for this matter to end well today.

On the one hand, the dark side of this "translator" has been revealed. On the other hand, as participants of underground gatherings, Fan Ning and Joan's faces have been completely exposed. Moreover, this person can actually match his name and face. Number.

I'm afraid he knows his identity clearly.

The "translator" twitched twice more subtly: "I've always wondered why you would be so generous to others at parties. It turns out you know each other, hahaha, but it's no use to Fan Ning. It's useless for you to point a gun at me. Isn't it possible?" "Why don't you make a bet with me that your bullet will kill me first, or my bullet will kill Miss Purple Bean Cake first?"

Fan Ning gave a comforting look to Qiong, who was crying, then looked back at the "translator" and said jokingly: "So you want to negotiate with me?"

"You are wasting my time." The translator's tone suddenly turned cold. "I don't understand why you want to gamble with her life and just delaying one day, but unfortunately my patience is running out."

Anyway, the outcome of his failure would be death, and that way might be more painful.

"Fan Ning, let me count to ten. If you don't disappear in front of my eyes, I will let her disappear from this world. Don't think that you can threaten me with a gun. You can try to see if we can pull the trigger at the same time. trigger."

"One Two" The figure of the man in the old-fashioned dress became tighter and tighter.

Hearing this, Fan Ning smiled easily.

He shook his head: "Are you so sure that you are pointing a gun at Miss Purple Bean Cake now?"

The expression behind the black mask of the "Translator" changed.

A vortex appears in the middle of the scene of the fast-moving carriage, and the lines of various scenes twist and rotate, constantly rubbing into the center of the vortex.

When the vortex stretched and restored in the opposite direction again, various details changed and things returned to their original appearance.

In the alley at night, the carriage did not move forward, but kept parked on the side of the road. The driver fell unconscious beside him.

In the carriage, Fan Ning pointed his gun at the "translator", and the "translator" used a piece of wood to aim at Qiong.

The scene is somewhat comical.

And his pistol, which was actually loaded with ammunition, was resting on the table in front of the sofa.

For this "translator" who also studied the aspects of the "candle", the "light of first acquaintance" was to arrange the illusion.

It has a very strong ability. Once the opponent is hit, it can be shot without any difficulty. It is also quite practical to achieve some other purposes in non-combat situations.

Unfortunately, the Fan Ning he met was already a third-level sage, and his inspiration was infinitely close to the middle level.

Not only was his illusion useless to Fan Ning, Fan Ning also entangled the man himself.

"So, why do you know me, Mr. Translator?" Fan Ning calmly picked up the other revolver on the table.

With a snap, the wood in the "translator's" hand fell to the ground.

"Mind telling me who you are? Or do you want me to do it myself?"

"Please help me." The translator's old voice suddenly sounded crying.

Fan Ning stared at him in surprise.

"How about you beat me to death?" He changed to a tone of intoxication and enjoyment, and his whole body was like a puppet on a string, mechanically whipping to one side several times, "Hey hey hey, you have something on your face. So many holes.”

"Stop, don't come over." Seeing this weird situation, a creepy feeling crawled from Fan Ning's tailbone to his vest.

Under his spiritual awareness, he saw dense green spots of light appearing on the opponent's originally golden etheric body.

Fan Ning nervously glanced at the revolver, pulled away a little, and fumbled behind him with his other hand, preparing to unlatch the curtain of the front door.

"I'm sorry, I saw it wrong. It's you. You have so many faces," the translator stood up.

"You will help me, right?" Green mucus began to overflow from his mouth and nose, dripping down the edge of the mask.

"Ah!!!" Joan on the other side suddenly screamed, "Carolon, there seems to be something digging out from the back of his neck!"

This reminded the "Translator" himself. He reached out to touch the back of his neck, but felt a bulge that looked like a face with facial features. Then he turned slightly sideways in confusion, trying to turn his head to see the situation clearly.

"Fuck." This scene really made Fan Ning unable to control himself, and he shot the "Translator" in the head.

"Bang!——"

The smell of gunpowder wafted out, the bullet penetrated the mask, and blood burst from the tip of the nose.

The whole face seemed to be more fragile than normal, and this shot easily pierced a wound as thick as a wrist.

Several thick bulges appeared on the surface of the "Translator's" body, like a snake moving under the skin. With a puff, several pale heads that were one size smaller than normal emerged from the wound, almost splitting the "Translator's" original head in half.

"What the hell is this?" Fan Ning was shocked and fired several shots in succession until the magazine was empty.

The paper-like head and neck of the "Translator" were almost shattered by the bullets, but his upper body was like a foaming agent, and various parts that did not conform to the normal organ shape were "taken out" from the inside out with green mucus.

"Wow!!!!"

The sharp howl broke the eardrum, and the intact lower body, still wearing a shiny belt and trousers, suddenly jumped towards Fanning, so fast that it caught people off guard!