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Chapter 301

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So damn annoying!

Wang Quan was now annoyed to death.

The voice kept on nagging.

He asked it in his mind, but it didn't answer.

It was as if this world was just a story, and it was telling this story to the "outside".

Could it be that the fourth wall was broken?

But Wang Quan didn't feel that way.

He raised his head and looked around.

After he refused, Ksira was still calmly sipping her coffee.

The maid was still standing in an inconspicuous corner with her hands folded over her abdomen.

Nora was still smiling gently, but she didn't say anything else. Instead, she looked at Wang Quan affectionately.

Just like a sister looking at a brother.

The world seemed to have stopped.

Only the voice was still repeating that sentence.

[Wang Quan met Queen Nora. The Queen told him about her tragic past and asked him to be the one to end her life. Wang Quan agreed.]

"Nagging! So annoying! "

Wang Quan cursed.

"Ah Quan, what's wrong?"

Ksira's puzzled voice was heard.

Wang Quan turned his head and met her confused, heterochromatic eyes.

"Nothing."

Wang Quan narrowed his eyes and didn't look at her again.

"Okay, I agree."

In the end, Wang Quan nodded and agreed to Nora's request.

Of course, it wasn't because he gave in to the voice in his head.

But that voice was too annoying.

But after that, Wang Quan would give it an ultimate backstab!

Now, let's see what it wants to do.

[After accepting Queen Nora's request, Wang Quan said goodbye to the two and went back to rest. At this time, Ichiro Kenike came to the door and asked Wang Quan to help protect the poor people in the slums who were treated like grass by the big shots. Wang Quan agreed.]

"Quan Ge, can I trouble you with something?"

Looking at Ichiro Kenike in front of him, then glancing at the narrow slums, Wang Quan raised his eyebrows.

A second ago, he was still in the Versailles Palace villa, and the next second, he appeared here.

And Ichiro Kenike didn't seem surprised, as if Wang Quan himself had skipped the middle part of the plot.

And even Ksira was affected.

Could it be a mythical creature beyond the planetary level?

But it knew that his name was "Wang Quan" and not "Infino" …

Wasn't it a local mythical creature?

Or did Ksira feel it but didn't say it?

Because it didn't affect him, or it didn't affect Ksira's goal?

Although his brain was working at high speed, Wang Quan's mouth didn't stay idle.

"Jian Chizhi, what's our relationship? Tell me about it."

Anyway, he didn't say he agreed.

Ichiro Kenike was also a bit embarrassed.

He scratched his head and smiled. "Quan Ge, in the conflict that might happen later … can you help protect the people in the slums?"

"No." Wang Quan answered almost instantly. "You know the reason."

Actually, Wang Quan didn't know what the reason was either.

He was a classic rebel.

The voice in his head said he agreed, so he had to object!

But Jian Chizhi was very good at thinking, and he helped Wang Quan come up with a reason.

His expression darkened, and he nodded. "That's true. There's no reason to ask others for help with your own matters. That's unfair to others. Also, it will make people feel dependent. In fact, I have feelings of dependence. "

He was reflecting on himself.

Although Wang Quan didn't know what he was thinking, it seemed like this matter was over.

This time, the "plot" was not stuck.

He wanted to see what the voice in his head would say.

Of course, if the people really encountered a disaster, Wang Quan would definitely not sit by and watch.

After all, he would feel sympathy when he saw stray cats and dogs on the road. This was human nature.

"After accepting Queen Nora's request, Wang Quan said goodbye to the two and went back to rest. At this time, Ichiro Kenike came to the door and wanted to ask Wang Quan to help protect the poor people in the slums who were treated like dirt by the big shots. Although Wang Quan refused verbally, he still made up his mind. If they encountered a disaster, he would definitely protect them. "

Wang Quan: "..."

'You've understood everything, right?'

He still couldn't help but ask directly, "Who the hell are you?"

However, it was just a few words. He knew that the other party would not answer.

Maybe the other party was just hallucinating after his own mental pollution intensified.

"Quan Ge, you... are you okay?"

Ichiro Kenike asked cautiously.

He looked around.

Other than him and Quan Ge, there was no one else here …

Could it be that Quan Ge's condition had worsened?

He was afraid.

"No..."

Wang Quan wanted to say that he was fine, but he suddenly froze.

This was because the voice... actually answered him!

"I'll dispense with your surname. My name is a single character, Bai."

'Voiceover... you're really something!'

Wang Quan nodded. "Hello."

"Hello."

He asked again, "What do you want?"

"Wang Quan's mental pollution intensified, so he actually wanted to communicate with the voice he heard. However, the voiceover was just a product of his mental pollution intensified. How could the voiceover be evil?"

"Quan Ge, you..." Ichiro Kenike trembled even more. "Forget it. Pretend I didn't say anything."

Quan Ge's condition had indeed worsened.

It was too dangerous. This was really...

"Wang Quan's mental pollution has worsened. Ichiro Kenike felt that this was not a place to stay for long, so he decided to look for his disciple, Abby, to teach him the Iaijutsu sword technique."

"Well, Quan Ge, I still have something to do." Ichiro Kenike slowly retreated. "Can I leave first? As you know, I've accepted the little matchstick girl as my disciple. As her master, I should teach her some martial arts. After all, we'll be leaving soon. "

Wang Quan nodded. "Go."

Ichiro Kenike turned around and ran away after receiving the "edict".

Wang Quan was speechless.

He had really been treated as a mental patient.

Seeing that there was no one around, he narrowed his eyes and said in a low, muffled voice, "Now that there's no one else, it's time to talk about your purpose. Or rather, what do you want me to do? "

"Wang Quan's mental pollution by Ksira had worsened. He muttered to himself for a moment and suddenly had a realization. Who caused his mental pollution to intensify? It's Ksira! So, Wang Quan decided … to be careful of Ksira! "

Wang Quan frowned.

The meaning of this "narration" … was to tell him to be careful of Ksira?

The "narration" only appeared after "Hell" had a new mission.

So, the "narration" was actually "Hell"?

Wasn't "Hell" a kind of universe-level mythical creature with a chaotic consciousness? In fact, it had a clear consciousness?

Or had it only recently evolved to have a clear consciousness?

Because the Hell Walkers were doing a lot of missions, "He" was actually observing the Hell Walkers.

Quantitative change led to qualitative change, and "He" finally became clear from chaos?

So, "He" was sowing discord now?

Wang Quan didn't comment.

"Wang Quan decided to start guarding against Ksira, but he couldn't resist Ksira by himself. So, he decided to leave Paris while Ksira was with Queen Nora. Then, he quickly went to other cities to assassinate the priests of the Church of Death in the local churches. "

"After an afternoon of frenzied killing, Wang Quan killed 74 priests who appeared to be righteous and holy on the surface, but were actually secretly cooperating with the Religious Court of Inquiry to conduct evil experiments. The number of soul coins he had accumulated was more than twenty. Now, he can summon two mythical creatures at once. "

"But he decided not to summon them for the time being to avoid alerting the snake, regardless of whether the snake was Ksira or the God of Death."

"Wang Quan returned to Paris before the sky turned dark. It was as if nothing had happened."

"Now, he's going back to rest."

Wang Quan stood still.

He found himself standing at the entrance of the hotel.

It was almost evening.

But it had only been less than five minutes since Ichiro Kenike left!

And it was still in the morning!

He took out his phone and opened the matchmaking app.

In the column for soul coins, it was clearly written … twenty-one!