Chapter 83 Unknown Fate 9

[I said, why is the comic updated so frequently recently? It always gives me the feeling that it is going to throw out all the manuscripts in one go and run away]

[You really don’t have to say it, I feel the same way, it’s very weird]

[Who cares? There are so many updates, just read them!!! I don’t care about you, I’m just going to have fun first! ]

The cover of this comic is the back of a little black-haired doll, standing alone in a white temple, his hands hanging stiffly at his side, most of his face is covered by his hair, and his white feet are without shoes, just on the cold ground.

And a pair of huge hands stretched out from behind him, covered with blue veins and light golden lines. The injured, sharp dark green nails sank into the soft, white wings, mercilessly locking the iron chains on the wings that symbolize freedom.

The hands are so big that, from an upward perspective, it's like a passerby casually looking at an ant at his feet, giving people goosebumps. This cover looks so weird and so depressing.

[Is this Pence? 】

【Yeah, isn't this the little doll from back then】

【Oh my god, I just want to know why He and Carl have the same face now】

【I think the black hair should be his real face, and this face now should not be real, I feel like He just wants to trick Carl】

【Not necessarily, I feel like He might want to trick Lance】

【Didn't Burns stab Lance's godhood to pieces with one knife in the Falling God Chronicles? He should be able to record Lance's superpowers, right? So did He go to Carl because of Carl or because of Lance? 】

【Oh my god, the person above has come up with a new idea! 】

The comic opens with the three protagonists in a dark house. This scene does not have any dialogues, but instead shows this tense and exciting scene through continuous and tight pictures.

Carl didn't smile at all, his cold golden eyes were quite similar to Lance's metallic eyes. Inside the house were the agile Lima and Tatarina, who were tumbling, running and jumping on some dull and boring furniture, throwing a piece of clothing in their left hand and a coat in their right hand in the air, with fruits and vegetables flying over them from time to time.

According to the nature of comics, this scene should be presented in a Q-version cartoon style to show the knowing smile and relaxed moments after the tension, but this time, such an artistic technique was not used. On the contrary, it seemed to be to set off the sense of oppression on the eve of war and crisis, and the whole comic used a very dark and depressing tone.

The cool color temperature reflected on everyone's face was a blue-purple light, which made everyone look anxious and anxious. Those who didn't know would think it was the packing of boxes before a □□ transaction, especially when they heard the sound outside the house and Karl moved the curtain with his finger. Tatarina and Lima quickly stood still and raised their heads, revealing a murderous look in their eyes.

The close-ups of the three people's eyes were put together from top to bottom, and when the reader's finger slid down and brushed to the corners of the mouth in the next frame, the barrage could not be stopped.

[woc, woc! ??? ???]

[Oh my god! Husband, husband, you are back! ! ] [

Magician ah ah ah! ! ! ]

[Magician you mother! ! You still remember to come back! You mother! 】

【Woohoo, woohoo, woohoo!! Magician! 】

The figure in the comic stood in the night, the windbreaker on his shoulders was blown up by the breeze, and waves surged behind him. The silver brooch on his chest sparkled in the moonlight. Even the strands of hair around his ears were blown up by the breeze, covering his earlobes and blurring his cheeks.

Suddenly, the man's slender fingers wrapped in leather half-palm gloves touched the bowler hat on his head, pinched the brim of the hat with two fingers and lifted it up, revealing his left eye that contained cunning. In an instant

, the wind seemed to freeze time. The people inside and outside the house, separated by a wall, were in completely different moods. Carl, who couldn't see the blind spot outside the house, stared at the grass under the moonlight. His bright golden eyes darkened and turned wildly in his eye sockets. The apostle had a 360-degree view while his body was frozen.

Lima and Tatarina had no view outside the house at all. They were like frozen bodies and dared not move at all. But the man outside the house looked quite at ease. He put one hand in his pocket and teased the little white pigeon on his shoulder who was also holding his head up.

The man tapped the little white pigeon's head with his finger. The white pigeon seemed to understand the man's meaning without any instruction. It flapped its wings and flew up with the strength of the man's shoulders, and flew to the window sill along the blind spot of vision.

The little white pigeon's head suddenly pushed open the window curtain. Carl subconsciously put his hand on the little white pigeon's neck. If it hadn't calmed down and controlled its body, the little white pigeon would have been covered in blood on the windowsill.

The sudden appearance of the little white pigeon was obviously not what the three had expected. Lima glanced at the little white pigeon on the windowsill with its head tilted and looking stupid, and tilted his head.

[Is this the sound you are talking about?]

Carl was not sure what was going on for a while, but his beast-like intuition told him that it couldn't be that simple. Moreover, this white pigeon reminded him of someone for no reason, someone he hadn't seen for some time.

The people in the comics were unable to let go of their nervousness, and they stretched their bodies to keep an eye on the possible dangers. The readers outside the comics were also unable to calm down their excitement, and they screamed for their husbands one by one.

It can be said that it is indeed hungry marketing, and it works well if it lasts for a long time. A character with a unique image, handsomeness and charm can easily capture the hearts of readers, and the number of appearances like a treasure makes readers feel fresh about it, and every appearance will trigger a climax.

This is a completely different way from the marketing of the image of Lance. Lance's popularity is based on the rich, full and overlapping stories under his beautiful and strong appearance. A fresh and mysterious character, a multifaceted character, these two routines are played out by Chu Cheng.

In the house, Carl pinched the curtain with his fingers, trying to open it a little more to see what it was, when they clearly felt a gust of air.

In the comic, the hair of the three people was blown in one direction at the same time, covering a part of their eyes.

In the next picture, Carl's body suddenly rang with a crackling sound, and large pieces of soft and warm things were instantly stuck behind his ears. The white feathers and golden hair were intertwined, as if Carl was trapped in a cotton field.

As the three of them stared at each other, flocks of white pigeons fluttered their wings, creating an unimaginably strong air current that made the curtains whistle.

Almost everyone subconsciously had an idea in their mind.

But before Carl and his companions could verify, a vague black figure suddenly appeared behind the curtain. With his back to the moonlight, his tall and slender figure was outlined by the moonlight. The curtains that were fluttering like waves always perfectly covered every inch of his body, and even the soles of his shoes could not be seen.

Until a "snap" sounded, the man behind the curtain reached out and grabbed the surging curtain in front of him and pulled it down violently. But such a huge force did not make the clothes rod above the beam fall, but the row of hooks broke off the joints one by one, and fell to the ground with a crackle, and every sound hit the hearts of the three protagonists in the house.

The curtain that was pulled down did not fall to the ground as expected, but was grasped by the pair of nimble hands and swung behind him as if against gravity. After swung around once, it went along the body and showed a softness that did not match its material.

"Good evening, dear children."

The soft and somewhat weird curtain disappeared without a trace in full view of everyone after swung around once, without leaving any fabric. And the flocks of little white pigeons swarmed towards the man, vying to fly out of the window behind him that was opened at some point, but the moment they came into contact with the faint moonlight outside the window, they instantly fell apart and turned into stars floating in the air.

The back wave crashed into the first batch of white pigeons, and the dark night outside the window was illuminated by the golden powder, which was so beautiful.

[Woc, husband, you are so handsome]

[Who knows, with so many white pigeons behind him, he really looks like the king, so handsome]

[I understand, the magician and King Lance can't meet the king, right? The two can't appear at the same time,

they must pretend separately] [The person above, let's go to the anti-color group forum!!! The food is so much and so delicious!!!]

[What is the anti-color group]

[Lance and the magician, one is Kuku white and the other is Kuku black, aren't they anti-colors?]

[Do they have any intersection? ? ? ? ? 】

【Lalang, Lalang, do you understand? Do you think it's polite if these two don't pull their faces?】

【Don't say it, really don't say it】

But no matter where the readers outside the screen diverted the topic, the tense moment in the comic was still being played out. The man's eyes did not stay on Lima and Tatarina, but looked at Carl with an elegant smile, slightly bent his knees to use his strength, and then landed lightly on the ground in front of the window sill, silently.

"I'm sorry to bother you at this moment, but I have to come here for something."

The man did not intend to introduce himself, and no matter how humble the meaning of his words was, at least on the surface, he didn't show any of it. He treated the hotel as his own home and came in and out freely without anyone noticing.

However, the three people present except the man all recognized the man's identity, and Carl pointed out the three words with a complicated expression.

"......Magician"

The man did not deny it, and nodded slightly to acknowledge it.

"What are you doing here? We no longer work in the auction house."

Without waiting for Carl to reply, Lima took the initiative and spoke first to block Carl's mouth and turned back to look at Carl, signaling him to be honest.

Although the magician did help Carl and others, and even saved their lives, it did not mean that they could let down their guard against the magician. On the contrary, they would even be more suspicious of the magician's purpose because they had previously interacted with the magician. It's nothing. After experiencing so many tragic experiences, it's hard for them to trust and help others as easily as they did at the beginning. This is probably the progress of thinking before doing.

"Maybe you have already guessed the reason why I came here, otherwise I wouldn't be in such a state when I saw you."

The magician's pointed eyes made the three people feel cold on their backs, and their hair stood up.

"Maybe I should be more respectful to you, right?"

"Lord God"