God-level Delivery Man from Ten Thousand Realms

Harold is an important person no matter where he is. No matter how he beats him, it is rewarded by the adults, but if Harold's life is to be kept, he still has to listen to the adults!

"Theodore, don't drive around."

Jiang Fan moved his body and finally looked at Harold:

"Want to live?"

Ugh?

Still alive?

Harold was overjoyed!

It's not that he never thought of running, but facing Jiang Fan, he really didn't have the courage.

To put it bluntly, it's as if the rabbit saw a tiger close at hand, except for shivering, it couldn't move at all!

Now Jiang Fan is obviously still alive, so of course he must seize the opportunity!

"Think! Think about it!"

Harold got up abruptly and nodded hurriedly.

Jiang Fan smiled:

"Just think about it, let's talk about it, what can you buy for your life?"

"what?"

Harold was taken aback, and then he reacted directly!

After confirming that Jiang Fan was a saint, they began to investigate Jiang Fan's past.

In this investigation, almost everyone was stunned!

Okay, you seem to be a magnificent council of light, it turns out that you are actually even more ruthless than us!

This is your saint?

Robbery, blackmailing, killing doors, embracing thighs, and conspiracy and tricks are even more complete. The most shameless thing is that even those underground forces who have worked so hard in society are not let go!

This is a beast!

If such people can be saints, we can all nail ourselves to the cross to be saints!

So when Jiang Fan spoke, Harold knew what to do!

With a stroke of his right hand, an exclusive space suddenly opened, and then!

"Wow!"

A lot of gems, antiques, and gadgets were all spilled out!

"Under Jiang Fan's crown, look?"

Harold looked at Jiang Fan flatly.

Jiang Fan smiled:

"Not bad, not many people are as sensible as you."

"Mianxia is absurd! So, can I?"

"Can not!"

Jiang Fan's smile remained unchanged:

"If you were to sell you to those bishops, they wouldn't just pay so much money!"

The flattery on Harold's face froze.

He stroked his hand again!

"Wow!"

What fell out this time were dozens of magic spars and demon crystals, as well as a few good quality magic tools at a glance.

"My lord, this, this is all my wealth."

Harold spoke pitifully.

Jiang Fan shook his head:

"These are enough to buy half of your life, so what do you think?"

As Jiang Fan said, he had already pulled out the Shuiyu Zimother Sword and gestured to Harold's head.

What am I?

Harold was almost out of breath to scold his mother!

You treat me as an earthworm!

It's also half of the release!

You just say that I'm going to kill me!

The Dark Mage is different from the Necromancer. The Necromancer has a phylactery, and the body is basically useless, but the Dark Mage is not!

In essence, they are serious magicians!

Which magician is still alive after being chopped in half from head to toe?

Seeing Jiang Fan making a gesture, Harold panicked:

"Don't get excited! I, actually, I have one more thing."

As Harold spoke, he carefully took out a black bracelet.

Upon seeing this bracelet, Theodore suddenly changed his eyes, and suddenly gasped!

"The Bracelet of Morse?! It's actually with you!"

"Bracelet of Morse?"

Jiang Fan was taken aback for a moment, but then he snatched it from Harold's hand, and looked carefully!

The bracelet is engraved with a bunch of weird symbols. Although it is black and black, it does not look dirty, but is full of a sense of precipitation of time.

But other than that, there seems to be no difference.

Jiang Fan asked:

"What's the origin of this thing?"

Harold looked sore:

"it……"

As soon as he spoke, Theodore interrupted him:

"My lord, this is the bracelet left by the second-generation dark mage Morse. It is said that he sealed the soul of a true **** in it!"

True god? Divine Soul?

Jiang Fan was directly excited!

This is Lao Tzu's favorite!

Whether gods or demon gods are soulless, the so-called souls are actually a kind of spiritual body similar to the soul of a cultivator!

But there is a difference between the two. The primordial spirit contains all or part of the soul of the cultivator, so even if the body is destroyed, it can still survive!

But Shenhun can't!

Only when the corpse exists can the soul exist!

And once the godhead is broken, the **** corpse disappears, and the source of power is lost, the **** soul will also dissipate!

In other words, as long as there is a soul, there must be a corpse!

And if there is a corpse, there is a blood, and there is a blood...hehehe!

The point is, this is still a true god!

More useful!

nice one!

Good stuff!

Jiang Fan looked at Harold greedily:

"How to open this thing?"

"this……"

Harold's eyes flickered.

Jiang Fan smiled:

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, this kind of thing is enough to save your life, I have always believed in your words, you are free, distinguished high-ranking councillor, Mr. Harold!"

Harold didn't expect freedom to come so suddenly, his face was clouded:

"You, are you going to let me go?"

"Of course! And more than that!"

Jiang Fan looked kind:

"I heard that you are going to retreat by water at eight o'clock in the evening. Let me see the time... Ha! It's five minutes and eight o'clock! It just so happens that we are very close to the pier, I will personally take you home!"

Nima!

Harold almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood!

Why are you sending me home? This is sending me home!

Anyone with a little head in the dark council, who doesn't know that it is a trap for newcomers!

I don't know how many masters of the Bright Council are staring on the dock. As long as I show up, it is a meat bun and a dog, and I will never go back!

"Hehe, Mianxia, ​​I, I can just go by myself."

Harold grinned reluctantly.

"No! Mr. Harold is so generous to me, I must personally send you out!"

Jiang Fan looked enthusiastic!

"No, no, I really don't need it..."

Harold's forehead was in cold sweat.

Jiang Fan's face gradually sank:

"Are you not giving me face?"

"I……"

Harold's tears came down, and he knelt down with a "plop":

"Ouuuuu...you just let me go! I, I said, I said it's not alright! Just pour the blood on it! You can open the bracelet as long as you pour it on the blood!"

"Good!"

Jiang Fan smiled:

"Just use God's blood on it?"

"In fact, I am not too clear about the specifics. I only know that you must be drenched in the blood of the true **** to liberate the soul..."

Harold looked aggrieved.

It took him a lot of energy to get this bracelet. He wanted to find the blood of the true **** in the future and use the power of the contract to subdue the gods in it.

Jiang Fan was also unhappy!

I thought that I could find the corpse of the **** through this soul and obtain the blood of the true god, but I didn't expect that to open this bracelet, I would need the blood of the true god. Isn't this a dead cycle?

But suddenly his eyes moved:

"How long have you got this bracelet?"