People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 695 Theresa, a unique door god of Terra

"And it hasn't been repaired yet?" Qi Yan added.

poet:"……"

"Is that why Theresa dislikes you?" Qi Yan insisted.

poet:"…………"

"at last……"

"Wait!" The poet couldn't stand the pressure. "Why does Lord Qi Yan know all this? I mean... why does Lord Qi Yan know this so accurately?"

Even if Qi Yan is a god, and has experienced the refinement of time that ordinary people cannot imagine, and knows many secrets, there is no reason for him to know such messy and fresh gossip, right?

Could it be that Qi Yan's divine authority is the Eight Trigrams? !

The poet has some doubts about life.

Qi Yan chuckled: "I guessed it."

"Can the guess be so accurate?" The poet was still skeptical.

"It's not hard to guess." Qi Yan said half-jokingly, "After all, Theresa can be said to be the gate god of this land, and she always likes to fight against the gate.

That year, she encountered a door that could not be repaired, and in the end, the door caught Kal'tsit's hair.

Now she is struggling with another door, but she doesn’t know whose hair will be caught in the end.”

poet:?

I don't know how serious it is.

But he still tried hard to keep this outrageous setting in mind.

"Sir Qi Yan, what I want to say is that I have discovered the secret of the airship!" The poet brought the topic back on track.

But after he finished speaking, he found that everyone, including Mandela, was staring at him as if he was a fool.

poet:??

He glanced at Qi Yan, then looked away.

This one can't be messed with.

He looked at the 'spy' again, hesitated for a moment, and then chose to move away.

This guy doesn't need to be messed with.

He finally looked at Mandela and immediately glared back at her fiercely.

You fool, how dare you look at me like a fool?

Mandela was stared back and it took him a while to understand the poet's psychological changes.

She immediately exploded: "Who are you calling a fool? Who doesn't know that the airship is the dead soul of the Sarkaz?"

poet:???

I am the fool?

"No, how did you know?" The poet was a little confused.

"I made it public." Qi Yan admitted frankly.

The poet was stunned and immediately began brainstorming.

It is known that airship = dead souls, dead souls = Sarkaz, Sarkaz = subjects of the Demon King.

Then the devil Qi Yan suddenly revealed the truth about the airship, pushing the airship to the forefront.

The poet understood.

"Is this a power struggle between demon kings?" The poet said confidently, "Lord Qi Yan wants to use the power of various forces to take advantage of the fact that Theresa is isolated and helpless and severely dampen the current demon king's arrogance!

Please rest assured, Mr. Qi Yan, today Kaster is also your most sincere partner and will never be lenient towards other demon kings!"

Qi Yan: "..."

Mandela stepped forward subconsciously, wanting to convey the statement that Abrana had made earlier.

But she hesitated for a moment, and finally just pursed her lips and said:

"Shenchi's troops are on their way as well."

"A group of divine gold."

Qi Yan rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to these two guys.

He brushed off the dust on his body from playing with Mandela, and walked towards the door:

"They can come or not. The Doctor is the one who takes care of all these things. I just need to be in the right place at the right time."

"Aren't you unable to take action?" Mandela was the first to ask.

"Who said I was going to take action?"

Qi Yan raised his hand to tidy up his slightly messy hair: "I am now planning to take a cute kitten with me and go meet her parents together."

Mandela's eyes suddenly widened, her legs inexplicably lost control, and she quickly followed Qi Yan's footsteps.

The 'spy' exchanged glances with the poet and followed suit.

The four of them went downstairs and came to the front door. The poet actively stepped forward like a lackey, ready to help Qi Yan open the door himself.

Seeing the poet opening the door, Qi Yan's heart skipped a beat, but it was too late to stop him.

The poet's fingertips were about to touch the door handle, but he suddenly realized something and kicked it out.

"who?!"

As the poet shouted, the door was kicked open, and black silk threads came from outside the door and appeared in front of the poet in an instant.

Faced with the sudden attack, the poet leaned back with all his strength. With a crisp sound of lumbar dislocation, the black silk thread brushed against the brim of the poet's hat, leaving behind a small piece of cloth.

The poet's hat, which was already missing a corner, looked even more bizarre.

poet:"……"

"Qi Yan, it's been a long time since we last met, but your way of greeting is still full of new ideas."

A pair of snow-white thighs appeared in Qi Yan's sight and sent greetings to Qi Yan.

"Long time no see, Inès."

With amazing willpower, Qi Yan shifted his gaze to the face of the visitor.

The cold and beautiful lady with long black hair retracted the silk thread and narrowed her golden eyes slightly. She was still a little uncomfortable with Qi Yan's habit of looking down at people.

The poet held his waist and returned to Qi Yan, wanting to cry but unable to do so:

"So he's one of us. Why didn't you tell me earlier? My poor waist."

Everyone present turned a blind eye to the poet's miserable condition.

Qi Yan raised his hand and pretended to touch his chin, but in fact he was holding his head with his hand to prevent his eyes from moving uncontrollably.

He asked curiously, "Why are you here? According to the plan, you should not come to the Norbert District, but go directly with Hedley and his men to protect the doctor and go to the battlefield area where the outbreak is about to occur."

"Something unexpected happened to the doctor's operation." Inès's expression changed for the first time, and she said in a complicated tone, "W wants to kill him, and even Hedley can't appease him, and that Sakota is fanning the flames."

Qi Yan:?

"What happened?" Qi Yan asked.

Inès was silent for a moment and changed the subject:

"I'll leave the Doctor to your protection for now, and Hedley and I will take W away. I'm also going to join them.

The Doctor knows how to contact me if necessary."

After saying this, Ine turned around and left without any reluctance.

Qi Yan chased after him in a daze, and just in time he found a hooded man squatting on the side of the road, constantly drawing circles on the ground with his hands.

Qi Yan: ? ?

"No, what happened?" Qi Yan walked up and kicked the doctor's butt.

"I don't know." The doctor said a little aggrievedly, "but I think I said something wrong."

"Did you tease Ines?" Qi Yan asked.

"It seems to be more serious than this."

"You just groped me?!"

This time even Qi Yan couldn't help but take a step back, looking at the doctor in disbelief.

"Am I that kind of person in your heart?" The doctor stood up angrily.

"Yes!"

"..."

The doctor squatted back down and continued drawing circles on the ground.

Then there was no need for Qi Yan to ask further questions, he took the initiative to explain:

"I stayed in Londinium before, and used the underground passage with Clovisia to send those who didn't have time to evacuate to your nursing home outside the city.

Everything was fine. I teased Clovisia every day, satisfying my spiritual needs while also getting a lot of information about the dukes. But who would have thought that the team would suddenly be exposed. "

"You were kicked out?" Qi Yan was puzzled, "So what does this have to do with W?"

The Doctor sighed and rubbed his hood in distress:

“I was completely exposed. The Sarkaz knew that I stayed in Londinium and there were not many people protecting me.

That bastard Tracys, *Yan country curse*, has no martial ethics. He was wrapped in bandages all over his body, but he still insisted on coming to chop me in person despite his injuries.

You don't know the situation at that time. He killed Hedley with one sword, kicked Ines out, snatched Arturo's violin and smashed it... Well, the one who was smashed was W.

In short, it was a miserable defeat, and then he came towards me with a knife, saying he was going to judge me. This... he is a psychopath!"

Listening to the doctor's resentful mumbling, Qi Yan remained silent the whole time, but his eyes towards the doctor were becoming more and more sympathetic.

The doctor continued, "I had already contacted the old Patriot, and in order to delay time, I wanted to try a psychological warfare tactic.

I said to him... Theresis, why did Theresia die that year?"