[Comprehensive Manga] The good year of making copies

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Point 1: Jialan Nord is not Xia Chuan's real name.

Point 2: Xia Chuan himself cannot provide anything to the Phantom Troupe.

Point 3: Kuroro doesn't know this yet, and doesn't know that Xia Chuan has copied his ability.

Point 4: Once Pallstone breaks out to point 3, Xia Chuan will be finished.

Pariston doesn't know points 1 and 2, but knows point 3.

After Pariston broke point 3, the leader can still use point 1 and point 2, because the main task of Meteor Street is the Phantom Brigade.

After asking the real name, you can activate the restriction skills, then Xia Chuan will be imprisoned, and then he will be killed by the team leader so that he can't die anymore.

——The premise of all this is that Pariston broke out point 3.

In order to prove that I am a real mother, I chose to yellow the cooperation between Pariston and the brigade =L=.

In the middle of the night, the only base of the Phantom Brigade with a light on is as quiet as the periphery, but dark tides are raging.

Black smoke was emitting from the vent on the oil lamp, and the wick soaked in kerosene was burning, and there was a slight popping sound from time to time because the low-quality kerosene was not fully burned.

The breathing of the boys and girls slowed down, barely audible.

After Kuroro finished speaking, he leaned against the back of the chair, as if he didn't care at all.

The black eyes covered by the shadows locked tightly on the opposite person, not letting go of any changes.

Meteor Street is a place to exercise people, Pariston thought so, and his nerves were also tensed.

"I don't know what Nord is thinking." Pariston raised his hand to straighten the bangs that blocked his sight, and under the gaze of several real eyes, he seemed to be very calm and said: "I don't know him well. "

"My goal of coming to Meteor Street is very clear. I need to have my own combat power and influence. As for Nord—" Pariston thought of the rings on the hands of the black-haired young man, more than one, with half-downcast eyes Covering the flash of deep thought, he looked up at the young leader opposite, and spread his hands to express his innocence: "I don't know why he came, I just provided a ride."

Kuroro looked up and down at Pariston, who had no flaws, and sneered: "Then what's the matter with entrusting him to your senior."

Pariston blinked, "I just need to make sure he can go back alive."

The words are vague, but according to Meteor Street's understanding, it doesn't matter whether he is seriously injured, dying or missing arms and legs, as long as he is alive, everything is easy to talk about.

After all, Kuroro is an out-and-out Meteor Streeter.

Pariston smiled and looked at Kuroro, who was in deep thought, with a happy mood.

The primary task in Meteor Street is to survive, and the power struggle is not as good as the guys outside.If there is a chance, he really wants to fight against the elders.

It is much more dangerous to exercise power on the top floor of Meteor Street than outside. Perhaps compared with those in the Council of Elders, ten old men may not be able to win steadily.

The outside world is as strange as another world to Meteor Street people who grew up fighting.

The only way to understand the way other than Meteor Street is to read other than to inquire from the people who come in from the outside.

The person who taught him to read had already been killed outside the chaotic Thirteenth District, and most of the collected books were dilapidated.

But enough for Kuroro to know something about the outside world.

Such as Buddhist nuns, such as the Hunter Association.

For example, most people in the outside world will never know about Meteor Street in their entire lives.

"Your position in the Hunter's Association." Kurolo looked at Palliston, and two pairs of dark and emotionless eyes met, "Is it enough to protect the brigade through the most dangerous time?"

This person doesn't seem to have any power of his own.Kuroro lowered his eyes and rubbed the space between his brows.Rather than seek the protection of an untrustworthy person, it is better to go out and blend in with the crowd and wait for the limelight to pass.

"I am one of the twelve Earthly Branches." Pariston squinted his eyes halfway. "At least I can provide you with a lot of things—necessities for living outside, and you can communicate with the president."

Compared with the former, the communication with the president of the Hunter Association now is even more exciting for Kuroro.

But this is not enough for Kuroro to use his strength to build a bridge for Pallistone.

"You can restrain your impulse, but..." Pariston glanced around and raised his eyebrows, the meaning was self-evident.

Chloe paused, feeling a little headache.

"I think you should know that not everything outside can be solved by killing someone." Although killing can indeed solve most troubles, it also depends on who is killed.

If you kill the legitimate son of a certain family with a shake of your hand... Oh, what a pity, even the Phantom Troupe can't resist the roundup of a group of bounty hunters.

Pariston looked at Kuroro, who was frowning and silent, and accepted it as soon as he saw it.

Talking too much may backfire.

The oil lamp on the table was about to burn out.

"How much can you give us?" Kuroro propped his chin. It would be good if someone could guide them after going outside.

So far, he is more inclined to Jalan Nord than the person in front of him.

Even if he doesn't understand Jalan Nord's purpose, Kuroro can use constraints to make the other party stay.To fool people is to live and die together, and to put it bluntly is to keep a shield.

Compared with a guy who can play dirty tricks and think, Kuroro will naturally choose someone who will temporarily obey him while he is trapped in restraint.

Realizing that the other party was talking routinely, Pariston tilted his head, and suddenly smiled, "Well, a weak person like me can't compare with the senior who protects Nord." He stood up, patted and stained Gray clothing.

The oil lamp jumped slightly following his movements.

There was no agreement, but he got a lot of information—for example, the brigade was indeed planning to leave Meteor Street, for example, contacting the figure he saw before, the eighth district was really going to catch fire in the backyard.

The cooperation with the Phantom Brigade has failed, and he can't let the head of the eighth district have an accident before he can successfully contact the elders.

After a little calculation, the Phantom Brigade has been in the ninth district for a year, and the district chiefs of the latter districts have not moved at all during the year, and he absolutely does not believe that there is nothing tricky.

And the more we talk about it, the more obvious it is that although Kuroro really thought about cooperating with him, he still kept a lot of it.

The young leader on the opposite side probably always had someone who could help them.

Maybe he really underestimated Nord's methods.

It is really rare to be able to win the trust of the head of the Phantom Brigade in such a short period of time. Although he has never heard of Jialan Nord before, judging from Mr. Jin's love for Jialan Nord, this People are really not simple.

After all, Jin is a guy who doesn't even change his face when he abandons his wife and son.

Before leaving this time, he would remember to ask him to greet Nord well. Many hunters felt that it was raining red.

Presumably Kuroro also got a lot of information from his words.

"Since your Excellency has no willingness to cooperate." Pallistone looked down at Kuroro sitting on the sofa, and the next second, the oil lamp went out suddenly, and the hall was plunged into darkness.

The teenagers of the Phantom Troupe quickly adapted to the darkness, but when they looked at the sofa, they missed it.

Kuroro stared at the figure at the door, pursing his lips.

Pariston looked at the blue-haired boy rushing towards him, and disappeared in place again.

This time, no one saw his figure again.

"Mind ability?"

"No." Margie replied.

Kuroro looked at the door, then turned to the window.

"Welcome back, Jalan Nord."

Xia Chuan was stunned for a moment, then released his invisibility and jumped down from the window sill.

Other than Xia Chuan who were also in a daze, there were also the teenagers from the brigade.

"How much did you hear?" Kuroro lit the lamp again and looked at Xia Chuan.

If he hadn't marked Xia Chuan by the way during the previous physical contact, Kuroro would not have been able to spot Xia Chuan lurking aside.

Even that Palliston didn't notice that someone was listening nearby.

"Not much." Xia Chuan straightened his black hair, which was a little tangled due to high-speed movement, and looked at Kuroro, "You should know." Knowing when he came——Xia Chuan is sure, as long as he doesn't If he holds his breath, he will not be discovered. This is not about his confidence in his own strength, but his trust in his skills.

There has never been anything wrong, so the reason for being discovered must be Kurollo.

Kuroro chuckled, and a book with bloody handprints appeared in his hand.

Xia Chuan watched as the originally calm and barely visible green color on Kuroro's body suddenly turned thick and dense, and then concentrated on Kuroro's hand.

He froze for a moment, and looked at Kuroro with some confusion.

Kuroro stopped when he turned to the page called "Puppet with Soul".

The teenagers around stared at Xia Chuan closely, in case the other party made a sudden attack.

After a while, Kuroro's complexion suddenly turned sour, and he looked at the expressionless black-haired young man with dark eyes.

"your name."

Xia Chuan looked at Kuroro, then at the light green light surging in his hand, as if he understood something.

What are the chances of refusing to answer and getting out alive?Xia Chuan looked around and reluctantly admitted that the possibility was almost zero.

"Celegon Gallanord."

Those who know the current affairs are heroes, Xia Chuan chewed that he couldn't die at the hands of Baiming NPC.

If you can't get any rewards, you will lose a level because of death.

Kuroro raised his eyebrows, "Gelegon."

Xia Chuan nodded.

Then a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of Xia Chuan's eyes, and slammed onto Xia Chuan's face with a "slap".

Cold, soft, like a doll—all black, no other colors.

The player Xiachuan Chaolu has entered a controlled state, and his behavior is restricted.

"..." Probably... what ability to read?Xia Chuan looked at the debuff icon in his status bar and looked at the detailed explanation.

Soul Golem (Controlled Debuff Status)

The behavior of the restricted person is controlled by the restricted person to a certain extent, and the language is not limited.

The degree is determined by the tone and mood of the limiter.

Cancellation method None.

Time limit: five days.

It's okay for five days, don't keep procrastinating.Xia Chuan rubbed his chin, feeling that if Kuroro set him up with a permanent trap, he would probably die with this group of people.

Xia Chuan closed the panel expressionlessly, picked up the black doll that was crawling on him, watched it kick its limbs, and turned to Kuroro after watching it for a while, "If it's okay, I'll go first. I'll find the knight tomorrow .”

Kuroro glanced at the thief's extreme intention to reduce the number of uses once, watched Xia Chuan leave, and held his chin wondering why the puppet was so small this time.

The last time seemed to be the size of an adult.

And Garland... no, Celegorm himself has no objection to this.

A small flame struggled a few times in the dirty glass case, and finally emitted a puff of black smoke and went out.

"Captain, where is Pariston?"

"The chief of the eighth district is no longer useful-for him." Kuroro rubbed his temples in the dark, waved his hand, and handed a crumpled note that suddenly appeared to the knight: "Just received According to the information, the Council of Elders has decided to take over Pariston-related matters."

Crossing rivers and demolishing bridges has never been anyone's patent, presumably Paris Stone should use it very smoothly.

"It's time for us to speed up, before Palliston drives the airship away."

"Xiaker, keep an eye on that guy tomorrow."

Finally, the leader of the Phantom Brigade said this to his military adviser.