It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Qi Can walked in. Under the candlelight, the earrings on his earlobes reflected a purple luster, like a faint light floating in the darkness.

He looked at Xiao Huai and echoed:

"I agree. It's unlikely that novelists will come back of their own accord."

Xiao Huai looked at Qi Can coldly, a barely perceptible gleam flashed in his eyes, and then he said lightly: "It seems that you like purple very much."

Qi Can stopped and observed Xiao Huai's expression carefully, vaguely realizing that something was wrong with him.

Yes, it was his eyes.

Qi Can raised his eyebrows, took out the card that Loki had given him before, and placed it in the palm of his hand. The card instantly turned into dust, and then his facial features changed.

His short purple hair draped lazily behind his ears. He smiled, his eyes still filled with a playful amusement.

There was a unique light flashing in Xiao Huai's pupils, which was the power of the Eye of Truth.

Others may not see it clearly, but Qi Can is not that bad. He understands it very well.

The Eye of Truth, under certain circumstances, gives the holder the ability to see through illusions and discern reality.

This is the reward Xiao Huai received in the "Mirror" copy. It can be used three times in total. Now, Xiao Huai has used it twice, and only one time is left.

Qi Can's illusions are nothing compared to the Eye of Truth.

So he didn't plan to continue acting, and it was okay to just reveal his cards.

He took a step forward, his purple hair fluttering gently, and finally stopped not far from Xiao Huai, waving his hand as if to say hello:

"Is this our first meeting? My name is Qi Ye. Has Xiao Qian mentioned me to you? Hehe, I think I still have some of his personal belongings here."

For example, torture instruments that symbolize pain?

Qi Can paused and was about to speak, but at that moment, he felt an extremely cold murderous intent from Xiao Huai. Those eyes seemed to be the coldest blade in the winter night, piercing people without anywhere to escape.

Qi Ye's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was enjoying this dangerous confrontation.

"What? Are you unhappy?" he teased softly.

There was a chilling coldness in Qi Ye's eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a sick and crazy smile.

He suddenly leaned forward and teleported to the glazed window. He sat casually, supporting his chin and whispering:

"Don't you want the priest to die? I'll help you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his fingers lightly, and a snap of his fingers rang out in the air, like a gentle announcement.

The countless eyes that were originally looking at them all turned dark purple, even Lu Yuanshi's eyes were dyed with this strange purple.

Qi Ye stood there, as if watching a long-planned drama.

"But just watching you kill him is a bit boring. How about you two have a good fight first?"

Let him see whether Xiao Huai will really take action or just pretend.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yuanshi seemed to have lost control, like a ruthless puppet, swinging his sickle. The sickle blade drew a cold arc in the air, carrying a deadly aura, and slashed towards Xiao Huai.

Xiao Huai's eyes were cold, his brows slightly frowned, he dodged to the side, and quickly changed the terrain, away from Zhao Yihe behind him.

The floor beneath his feet was like torn paper, with cracks spreading out. He used this force to stand on a rolling stone slab.

Flames ignited around Xiao Huai, and the scorching flames turned into a shield. At the same time, his other hand drew a wave of water in the air, and the power of the tide gathered in his palm. The cold water and the blazing fire formed a strange contrast.

Two completely different forces erupted at the same time. Every time Lu Yuanshi swung his sickle, it was blocked by Xiao Huai's flames and waves.

The battle between the two was like a fierce whirlwind.

Sword flashes, flames, and tides crisscrossed in the church. The walls cracked in the fighting, and deep cracks appeared on the ground.

Zhao Yihe immediately retreated to the edge.

What the hell is this...

It seemed like the level of the fight he just had wasn't on the same level.

He thought he could do nothing, after all, he was really almost exhausted, but there were several purple eyes staring at him again.

After a while, some sounds came into my ears.

There was a mixture of playfulness and madness in the laughter.

"Wow, Master Qi Ye is finally willing to lead us to do something?"

"What kind of place is this? There's a party going on, haha!"

As these voices echoed in the church, those eyes seemed to turn into teleportation nebulae, and the JOKER members with clown tattoos on their bodies appeared one by one.

And their goal is clear.

Xiao Huai.

Zhao Yihe glanced at Xiao Huai, then looked at the clown members who were rushing out, and his brows frowned even deeper.

Xiao Huai had already been fighting with Lu Yuanshi to a standstill, and now these lunatics were taking advantage of the situation, and the situation suddenly became extremely critical.

"Lord Qi Ye, thank you for inviting us to join in the fun." A JOKER member laughed strangely, the weapon in his hand flashing coldly.

Zhao Yihe sighed softly, seeming a little helpless, but his hand decisively reached into his pocket and took out his life-saving prop.

A bottle of ice blue potion.

The bottle flickered coldly in the dim light. He unscrewed the cap and drank the potion without hesitation.

"Ugh, what's that smell?" Another clown member glanced at Zhao Yihe with contempt in his eyes, but soon, the contempt became hesitant, until a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

Ninth place, origami man Zhao Yihe.

One of the few players who has openly expressed his dislike for the JOKER organization in the game.

The ice-blue potion flowed down his throat, and a blue crack spread from Zhao Yihe's pupils, like a crack on a glacier.

And at this moment, all the paper figures around him also changed.

A blue light flashed in their eyes, as if they had some kind of spirituality, and their bodies trembled slightly, as if they were accumulating strength.

Zhao Yihe stood up straight and looked at the clown members who had surrounded Xiao Huai. A trace of boredom and disdain flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Little guys, let's fight."

In the blink of an eye, the chaos in the church worsened.

Chen Wangya did not miss this absurd and grand last day.

While the members of the JOKER organization were fighting hard with the paper-made people, she was already standing in front of Zhao Yihe.

"It's time to settle the accounts." She smiled lightly.

Zhao Yihe was not afraid at all. "Yes, I have always wanted to fold you into a mouse. Oh, no, I have already folded you into a mouse."

As he spoke, he took out a handful of origami mice from his pocket, which were stained with blood.

Zhao Yihe smiled sinisterly: "I have to say, the mice made by you guys are particularly useful. Your nose is more sensitive than a dog's."