A smile that seemed to be there and there was a faint smile climbed up to the corner of Huoden's mouth, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he was as lazy as a short-eared cat basking in the sun. His idle and casual expression exuded a sense of relaxation from the inside out. Even if he was being coerced at this time, he could not notice any panic or cramping.

Not to mention fear.

"I have shared the information, so now it should be your turn, how did you find the Umani Church? How did you notice me?"

In just a few rounds and turns, Huo Deng completed the situation of turning against the enemy. The iceberg in front of him looked cold and sharp, but there was still a hint of youth between his eyebrows. When he looked roughly, he should be about the same age as Huo Deng - who was eighteen and nineteen years old.

Facing Horden's replies, he was silent for a moment, but refused to compromise and asked at his own pace, "You just said that when Viscount Filo woke up in his private residence, you were the only one? Are you sure? Didn't you see Samuel?"

This time, it was Huoden's turn to remain silent.

Hoden still maintained that lazy smile, as if he had not woken up, quietly casting his sight.

The iceberg's arm in front of him suddenly pressed forward, and a lightning as thick as a finger jumped over. Huoden's muscles became stiff again, and the whole numbness was very obvious. The part of the arms that were connected to the shoulders could even feel the twitching. I'm not sure if this was because the other party increased its power or because his body exceeded the load.

Hoden gritted his teeth, but there was no panic of the first electric shock. His jaw lines became slightly stiffer, and his voice became a little hoarse, "You refuse to believe a stranger, so why do you think I should believe a stranger? I'm not even sure what you have to do with Samuel."

"Because you have no choice." Bingshan's face turned cold, and he raised his hand and prepared to electric shock Huoden again.

Unexpectedly, Hoden stepped forward without warning, grabbed the other party's left hand with his right hand, and at the same time quickly pressed against the other party's waist.

The iceberg could clearly sense that he was suppressed, and a cold numbness came from his left hand - was it an ice-attribute spiritual energy? His fingertips were temporarily numb, so that they could not complete the spiritual casting action; he felt a sharp hard object on his waist, which seemed to be able to penetrate his skin at any time.

"I'm careless!"

A hint of panic flashed in my mind instantly. I thought I had the upper hand and had not kept up with my attention, so the other party took the initiative again.

Huoden could clearly sense that the iceberg's muscles were stiff, and the feeling of depression that was so tight that it could explode at any time burst out with anger. The surface could not be detected, but the volcano hidden under the iceberg was gushing and boiling.

But in Horden's opinion, he was not worried about the other party's outbreak. On the contrary, he felt that this was a good thing - the most difficult thing is to face a cold-blooded and ruthless machine.

Then, Huodeng slowly pressed forward, his face gradually approaching, and the dangerous alarm ringing in his mind, but Hoodeng's head tilted slightly and leaned against the other person's ear. At the same time, the sharp and hard object in his left hand pushed forward again, his hoarse voice like a ship sailing in the vast ocean late at night.

"Be careful, we are all dancing wildly above the tip of the knife. In my opinion, if you are really Samuel's family or friends, then we should stand on the same front."

After saying that, before the other party responded, Huoden pulled out his right hand and pulled it hard, carried it over his shoulders, quickly cut into the back of his feet, pulled and pulled it, and then he simply put the other party to the ground without stopping. Then, without stopping, he turned around and disappeared into the drizzle.

Because Huoden knew that his little trick would soon reveal his slightest move, the iceberg would immediately realize that the rebellious act of the guest just now was actually just a bluff:

His left hand has no weapons, and it is still his key, not sharp or hard enough; his right hand cannot flexibly use psychic energy to fight. It is just a whimsical attempt, first wrapping the opponent's fist with water elements, and then focusing on reducing the temperature of the water.

In fact, when he tried to simulate the effect of a refrigerator or a winter lake, there must be similarities between water and ice; but he himself did not know whether he could succeed, he just made full use of his imagination.

He made a bold attempt, but even if it succeeded, the effect would not last long because there was no substantial damage at all.

How to use psychic energy to fight? How to use psychic energy flexibly?

Huoden knows nothing now, and the tricks back and forth are just one move or two, just like a magician cannot become a living person after all.

A paper tiger can be broken with one poked. If it weren't for relying on its flexible hands and feet and tripping the other party with physical attacks, I don't know what would happen next.

Step on.

Step on.

Stepping on the sound of raindrops and water, the iceberg was lying on the ground with a look of surprise. After a half beat, he also noticed that the numbness of his fists was just an illusion. At this time, he looked over with the sound of gradually moving away, and then saw the other party stopping and looking back at the turn of the alley. During the escape, he still had time to appreciate the embarrassing fall posture?

"call out."

Then, the figure disappeared like this.

"Bang."

The iceberg also lay in the water again, clenched his right hand into a fist, and pounded the floor hard.

...

Samuel?

Tailor shop?

Searching for fragments of memory in my mind, the events not only did not become clearer, but became more and more blurred: because the puzzle hidden behind them is gradually expanding.

Judging from Horden's family situation, it was impossible for him to go to the tailor shop to customize suits - there was no need. So, what was the reason for going to the tailor shop? Or, what was the purpose?

At the same time, outside of Hoden, Samuel also disappeared. So, was Samuel dead? Or did Samuel escape from death like him? If it were the former, where was Samuel killed? Is this the reason why the mastermind burned the private residence? And, outside of them, are there other victims?

At this time, Hoden's memory was still very fragmented, and even the name "Samuel" still seemed unfamiliar, and he was not sure whether he really knew the other person.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, but the clues are still limited.

But Hoden became more and more calm. As long as things had happened, they would inevitably leave traces. Just connect the clues little by little, and his memory and the truth could surface; and, the most important thing now is not the truth, but going home.

Compared to the truth, Hoden was more curious about whether the pattern under his body was related to the Gate of Time and Space.

If he could, he would open the door of time and space without hesitation and choose to go home; then the truth of the fire and the conspiracy behind it will no longer be important.
Chapter completed!