Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Chapter 1551: (24) Temporary neglect

After a while, a new solution was given with ease.

"Then borrow fruit strings from other wish trees growing in every corner of the second district, and gather the power of the vast majority of people in the second district. I don't believe it, I can't directly pull the distance you said in front of you. "

"To do that, you just have to do nothing from now on but wait."

Ha ha.

Fang Lang also let out two chuckles.

look up.

The mysterious man standing opposite the bottomless pit had a cold gaze.

The man still covered most of his face with his large hat.

The only difference was that instead of a cloak this time he wore a pair of smart black trousers.

"It's too young!"

Qin looked at this mysterious man who still chose to hide his true face, and made a concluding comment in his later years.

"I don't know me from the front of this big hole. What kind of scene do you dare to answer casually? It seems that as one of the suspects behind the scenes, you don't know the real wish everyone made on the so-called wishing tree."

The sound dropped.

Fang Lang also ignored what the mysterious man would think, but focused on continuing to inject source power into his left hand.

While his left hand appears to be a blank handle at the moment, the magic popsicle is long gone.

However, as the source force increased, the gravel that once fell into the bottomless pit under the feet returned to their original positions one by one in descending order from back to back.

This state is as magical as pressing the rewind button in real life.

When a large hole half the size of the ground was quickly repaired, the repair rate plummeted and slowed at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Facing Fang Lang's sarcasm, the silent and upright mysterious man was not worried at all when the ground recovery had just begun. It wasn't until half of the restoration work was completed that Fang Lang slowed down the restoration speed, and he made a deep mockery with a magnetic voice.

"That's absolutely true. Are you still hesitating?"

Don't hesitate and you won't slow down your repairs.

"Give up, and as long as you give up, you're not trying so hard. Even other people's efforts can easily be a stepping stone to your deepest and most secret desires."

Listening to such ridicule, Fang Lang was very calm on the surface.

However, deep inside, a strong wave of absurdity surged at once.

This guy is stupid, stupid, still stupid!

I don't know if it's slowing down. In addition to the possibility of indecision on the part of the parties, there is also the possibility that the parties will have to slow down progress on a task due to an objective deficiency, that is, a lack of strength.

In order to prevent the mysterious person from guessing that he had a weak follow-up action, Fang Lang changed the subject and did not continue to struggle on this issue. Instead, he asked a new question. "Hey, will you show up when every hunter goes to the last step of freezing, that is, freezing himself in the so-called silver-white fruit clusters on this wishing tree?"

Facing the question of Fang Lang who had been poking the key, the mysterious man was silent for a long time.

When the strength reaches a certain level, regardless of whether the political party is black or white, they actually disdain to lie when facing opponents who are much weaker than themselves.

Fang Lang was not 100% sure whether this mysterious person belonged to this situation.

However, there is a 90% chance that this is the case for this mysterious person.

It's embarrassing when there's nothing to say after a long time.

Fang Lang's positive voice broke the deadlock.

"I saw, as I expected, that some of your goals fell on me from the beginning."

Let me guess what exactly you want a young apprentice hunter to do?

"Predicting that I'm the weakest link in this counterattack, that the entire Second District is trying to lure me into endless, unrealistic desires to self-destruct one step at a time?"

Faced with Fang Lang's repeated questions, the mysterious man shook his head again and again.

"wrong!"

After Fang Lang finished asking the question, he opened his mouth and answered clearly in one word.

Then he explained in detail with a hint of disdain in his tone.

"The incident in Sector Two was just me testing the efficacy of a new type of dream. So far, the experiment seems to be quite successful. The slow poison made of honey is indeed easier to consume than other kinds of bitter and inedible poisons, and The curative effect is quite good. At least so far, the number of people involved in this poison is many times more than I expected!"

"You are just an optional addition to this experiment."

In the face of such blatant contempt.

Fang Lang's eyes shone with light.

Small eyes narrowed, blurted out.

"Meng Wen, the last Meng Wen who caused havoc in the 19 districts and other districts, the controller behind it must have your shadow!" Dazed.

The mysterious man was silent for three seconds.

Three seconds later, he spat out two words in a low tone.

"evidence."

Fang Lang opened his hands and responded mockingly.

"First of all, Hu Zheng, the main emissary of the last plague dream outbreak, is also a new polluter, and he is unlikely to be the only one who initiated a large-scale plague dream involving multiple regions by one person."

"Secondly, although the dream of the explosion in District 2 seems to have nothing to do with the explosion dream that broke out in District 19 last time, if you think about it carefully, you will find that these two dangerous dreams are very obvious. As long as you use "dreams come true" to replace "Infinite Fear", in fact, both

There are more similarities between them, so that people have to suspect that the explosion dream is actually the original prototype of this dream, but this dream is more perfect in more details, and it is more difficult to find in the early and middle stages! "

Quiet.

This time the mysterious man was silent for a longer time.

It took a long time in Fang Lang's voice before he indifferently denied it.

What you say is just speculation, not evidence at all!

I rolled my eyes.

Fang Lang responded contemptuously.

As a trainee hunter, why should I tell the polluters what evidence?

"I think so, only you!"

The sound didn't abate.

The speed of repairing the large hole in the ground accelerated in an instant.

The rich source of power contained in the air is the guarantee for Fang Lang to quickly absorb and restore part of his mobility.

The mysterious man who covered most of his face apparently noticed the anomaly.