The colorful light turned into a stream of wind, mixing the small amount of blood left in the nest with the giant insects attacking into this gorgeous storm.

[Colorful Light Storm]: Lift the spear high above the head and rotate it to roll up the colorful wind, and make enemies within a certain range of surrounding areas approach you; characters who come into contact with the wind will suffer a lot of damage every second, while characters who come into contact with the spear will suffer a lot of damage every second, and silence it. It lasts for 4 seconds, with a cooldown time of 30 seconds.

This colorful storm that is all-round and connected to the world is an accompanying skill on the Ji Colorful Lotus Gun, but Qiu Shuangyue has never used it after getting this weapon.

So this time, it's its solo show.

The frenzied tornado was fully formed when Qiu Shuangyue raised her hands and issued skill commands.

Countless swarms of insects swayed in the air with the wind direction. They were silenced and could not even wail. They could only let this sudden colorful tornado turn the ground upside down.

...

"I've already conveyed the words."

In the ink-like shadow, a human figure with elf ears slowly emerged from the darkness, like a projection on a canvas.

And beside this shadow, there is a human being who is integrated with the surrounding environment.

The man had a thin branch in the corner of his mouth, and the rough stubble accumulated along his jaw, which seemed to have a bit of a male hormone.

"Thank you." The mist believer turned his head to the ink trace in the darkness and greeted him.

The black figure slowly peeled off from the corner of the wall and turned into a brown-skinned elf under the cloak.

He looked down at the foggy believer, with confusion in his eyes, "Since you want me to kill him, why do you have to tell him in advance?"

Sure enough, just as Star Ring guessed, the Mist believer was indeed the financial owner who bought the life of the Fringe Night.

But what he didn't expect was that the killer who took the order was the one who came to give them advice.

"Because, I don't want him to die inexplicably." The mist believer lurked in the curtain and let out two strange laughs, "I want him to know who he died in."

"What's more... don't you think that death notice is very interesting?" He gently picked off the branches in his mouth and broke them in half on his hands. "The feeling that he knew he was going to die but was powerless about it is the expression I like to see on the victims the most."

The mist believer smiled gloomyly, and even the elf frowned when he heard the laughter.

"But, I didn't tell him who bought his life." The elf asked puzzledly, "It's impossible that he only has you as an enemy."

The mist believer laughed louder when he heard the words, "Of course he would know who bought his life. How smart is the night on the edge. Even if he doesn't know, his pets and friends should know."

"Friend? When you say this, there is indeed a person of similar age to you standing beside him." The elf nodded thoughtfully as he listened to the words of the Misty Believers.

"As similar to the age?" The mist believer stopped his strange laughter and began to think.

In his mind, there was only a girl and a young man around long night. Why did an uncle of his age suddenly appear out of thin air?

"That's right, but it looks like it's just an ordinary person, and it's worn in tatters." The elf nodded and added, as if he was convinced of what he was looking at.

The mist believer picked up another branch again. After carefully thinking about the appearance of the girl and the young man in his memory, he finally concluded that they felt unusual.

The girl looked beautiful and cute. She should have been the image of a doll girl next door, but she gave people the feeling of being the number one sister in society, and she was like a leader.

The young man looked like a young man Wubo, but despite this, the mist believer always felt that he would take out two pistols from his waist at the next moment of the conversation and shoot at the person he talked about.

Perhaps giving that young man a black look would be more in line with his image in the mind of the fog believer.

So, in summary, based on the images of the two people above, it seems that the uncle in the treacherous clothes in the elf should be really an ordinary person.

OK, just a joke.

In fact, the standard for the Mist believer to truly determine that the uncle is an ordinary person comes from the powerful strength of the elves he hired.

Shadowman

Level: 85

Occupation: Shadow World Ranger, Assassin

This is the relevant information about the elf.

Therefore, under his perception, the mist believer had reason to believe that the "ordinary person" he mentioned must be just an ordinary person.

"Since you said that, I hope there will be no problem with your actions at that time." The Mist Faith smiled, "I think it should not be difficult for you to deal with a player who is less than 40."

"You're too underestimating me." Shadowman shook his head, and a trace of black smoke rose slightly with his shaking.

"But, since you are also an assassin yourself, why not do it yourself?" The Shadowman seemed to be interested in the mysterious employer in front of him. "After all, your level is only two or three levels lower than him, and for the assassin, you can completely make up for it with control skills."

The mist believer looked up at him, "Are you... interested in this?"

"There is a little bit." The shadower closed his eyes and nodded slightly.

"Then, it's okay to tell you, it's not a particularly important thing anyway." The Misty Trustee's tone was frivolous, because I didn't want him to meet me so simply."

The shadow writer seemed to be a little incomprehensible about this reason, "Don't want him to meet you so simply? What does this mean?"

"It's very simple. The characters in your game shouldn't be better understood, right?" The mist believer shrugged, "The boss behind the scenes always has to appear in the end."

"Game? Boss?" The shadow master not only did not understand, but became more confused. He felt extremely unfamiliar with these words he heard for the first time, but he also felt closely related to him.

"No, man." The mist believer was speechless, "Did you... haven't broken the fourth wall yet? I always thought that all the NPCs in this game were broken by the wall."

The fourth wall?

bsp;         What are these?

The shadow man chewed these strange nouns carefully, trying to find out what specific meaning it was.

The person who saw the shadow fell into confusion and the believer of the mist had to wave his hand, "Well, what I said just now is meaningless. If you don't understand, forget it."

Since the ideal hometown in NPC still exists in the heart, he thinks it is better not to destroy it.

However, there is an NPC in this game that is not at all aware of the essence of this world? Is it said that common sense about this world is not directly injected into their AI, but is understood by themselves?
Chapter completed!