Ascended to become a virtual idol

Chapter 42 The First Meeting

Yan Qiao looked up, and saw a man in a red robe embroidered with dragon patterns. In such a technology-filled entertainment city, only the leader of the Qilin Guard wore such complicated and gorgeous clothes.

Yan Qiao was also dressed in red, but she was wearing a cheongsam, and she was holding a folding fan in her hand, which she twirled lightly in the palm of her hand.

The eyes of the two met, and it was rare for Yan Qiao to be amazed by a person's appearance. That kind of fairy and jade-colored bones are natural, and it is said that beauty is in the bones but not in the skin, but the man in front of him is completely skinny. There seemed to be darkness in his eyes.

As soon as they met, the knife in his hand came out of its sheath, and swept towards Elder Feng with a mortal attitude.

Elder Feng lightly clasped his hands together, and the scimitar returned the same way.

She closed her hands behind her back, and said in a flat tone, "Fuyong, you are presumptuous."

The man named Fuyong covered his lips with his hands, and an inexplicable smile flowed from his eyes, "Didn't Elder Feng always know that Fuyong refused to obey discipline?"

His eyes fell on Yan Qiao with interest, and the malice in his eyes was barely concealed, "I would like to see how powerful an unworldly genius was born out of nowhere."

"Fuyong!" President Ke's complexion was ugly, and he scolded in a low voice.

Fu Yong lightly raised his dark eyes, which seemed to be soaked in ink in an instant, "It's boring, why keep the things after you got them, the next thing is not your business."

Yan Qiao calmed down the restless ghosts around her, and raised her eyebrows slightly. "The Qilin Guard belongs to Xuanyuan, but you belong to the Ability Society. The one who is least qualified to stay here is you, the leader of Fuyong."

She said contemptuously and did not back down, "In Xuanyuan territory, there is no way for a rebel to do whatever he wants."

Seeing that Fuyong's expression remained unchanged, the smile on her lips deepened, "Xuanhui let you go out of a little affection, but I don't have any affection with you."

She turned the folding fan lightly, "I'm sorry, I am loyal to Xuanyuan, not something like you who eats inside and outside."

Fu Yong caressed the scimitar in his hand, "May I ask what is the identity of Brother Yan to drive me away?"

His posture is not arrogant, but with such a clear and indifferent appearance, he naturally reveals a kind of indifference, "As a Xuanyuan citizen, if it is because of this, the Qilin Guard still has the ability to take you into custody."

Yan Qiao was unmoved by the words, but only caressed the restless ghosts around him from time to time, "What crime is it for trespassing? If I remember correctly, Xuanyuan's crimes against monks don't seem to be related to this."

She pressed the corner of her mouth lightly, "It seems that Chief Fuyong is coming after me."

President Ke's expression has cooled down, and there is no trace of warmth in his eyes looking at Fu Yong.

Yan Qiao stretched out her folding fan to cover his hand, and came to the two of them step by step. She looked at Fu Yong in front of her. His aura was very strong. This was the first time she met a real strong man after she came to this world.

She asked a question that was irrelevant to the present, "Are all the people in the Ability Society the same as you?"

Fu Yong was surprised by her question, his expression fluctuated, "Maybe."

The light words made Yan Qiao think deeply, "Then you came today to kill me?"

Fu Yong smiled, and it could be seen that he looked a little happy, "Yes, your existence has affected some people, and death is inevitable."

Yan Qiao wasn't surprised but just thought it was a little funny, "Sometimes I really wonder how far Xuanyuan has been suppressed, but every time something happens, it refreshes my cognition again and again."

She restrained her smile, her expression was a bit cold, "Metaphysics," she read these two words, "How scary is it to strike again and again, but the more I suppress it, the more I want to wake it up. "

"Very good," Fu Yong nodded slightly, "It depends on whether you can hold on to your abilities."

The battle between the two began in an instant, but in an instant, the folding fan in Yan Qiao's hand had blocked the scimitar, a strand of black hair fell to the ground, and a smear of blood slowly oozes from Fu Yong's left cheek.

Fu Yong's eyes were a little overly excited, "Ha, I didn't expect Brother Yan to be so powerful in melee combat." He didn't care about the blood on his cheeks, and put away the scimitar without the slightest hesitation, "I really look forward to the next time Let’s meet, then this place will be handed over to you.”

He walked without sloppiness, just as inexplicably as when he came.

Regarding his purpose of coming and going like the wind, Elder Feng looked more worried, "Something must have happened inside the Ability Society."

Yan Qiao turned to look at the two of them, "Are the superhuman beings the ones who rebuilt order after the catastrophe?"

"Yes, in the past hundred years, they have become more and more independent and domineering. The strangest thing is that the monks who were willing to imprison themselves there in Xuanyuan have gradually changed." President Ke said with a sad tone, "This makes us understand more and more. I'm afraid something will happen."

Yan Qiao nodded, "I understand. By the way, I still have to investigate. Do you want to go together?"

She thought for a while and reminded, "There should be no more mysterious bones in the future. My main purpose this time is to save people."

"Okay, the two of us will leave first. Anyway, you still have to pay more attention, Fuyong is not a good person." Elder Feng reminded, and the two left.

Yan Qiao told Wu to resume the live broadcast. The barrage was a bit dense because of Yan Qiao's sudden disappearance. Yan Qiao had already recovered the 3D image at this time. There was no way to use that little time and cherish it.

Seeing Yan Qiao appear in the live broadcast room again, the fans almost cried.

#吹吹吧 Qiao Qiao is fine, it scared me to death.

Yan Qiao had just experienced a battle with quite a lot of opponents, and now he relaxed and comforted the fans in front of the screen, "Don't worry, babies, I'm fine, it's just a magnetic field problem, so you can't see me."

She turned the live broadcast room, "I've already figured out where the person calling for help is."

She walked along the secret door of the darkroom hall, chatting with fans as she walked, lest they be scared by the impact later.

Yan Qiao didn't stop talking until he stopped in front of a secret door.

She stayed for a long time, which also made the fans in the live broadcast room realize that something was wrong.

#Won't it be that young lady?
#God, nothing will happen!

The heavy sound of Yan Qiao pushing open the stone door came to his ears, and as it slowly opened, the scene that could be called hell inside was revealed.

There were bloodstains everywhere, and the moment the door was pushed open, it seemed that it finally had a landing point, and it immediately poured out. The blood was dark red to somewhat thick, and it made people feel the smell of blood.

Yan Qiao looked up, and as the blood poured into the scene, the scene gradually emerged. There were two people lying on the ground, submerged in the blood, and their figures gradually appeared as the blood changed.

(End of this chapter)