The one-eyed dragon, who was shocked and frightened, picked up the knife on the long table and threw it at Xiya. The armor on Xiya's body flashed slightly, and the knife actually returned the same way and pierced into the one-eyed dragon's thigh.

Blood flowed along the thighs of the one-eyed dragon to the dirty ground of the cell. The one-eyed dragon looked at it in disbelief for two seconds, then screamed and fell to the ground.

"ah!!!"

The already ugly facial features of the one-eyed dragon twisted together under the influence of pain, making it even more unbearable. Xiya looked down at his miserable state with a high altitude, feeling very relieved. She slowly raised the golden sword in her hand and prepared to end the one-eyed dragon's life.

The one-eyed dragon shouted in fear: "No! Don't kill me!"

He turned over and kowtowed to Xiya.

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

He kowtowed very hard, his forehead quickly worn out, and blood was stained on the ground. He knelt at Xiya's feet and wailed, "I was wrong, I never dared again, please spare me!"

Xiya was a little dazed.

Is the man kneeling at her feet and begging for mercy in front of me the same person as the man who stood in front of her with a whip and showed off his power? Why is the contrast between him so big?

"Bully on the weak, bullying the weak, fearing the strong, aren't you ashamed of this?" Xiya asked sharply, "You beg me for mercy now, but have you thought about mercy just now?"

The one-eyed dragon's forehead was pressed against the ground, and his eyes were full of hatred. Xiya's evaluation of him was very correct. He was a man who bullies the weak and fears the strong. He was more arrogant than a god in front of the weak, but he was as humble as an ant in front of the strong. When the weak and the strong were miraculously the same person, his contrast seemed ridiculous.

He hated Xiya, because Xiya exposed the darkest part of his human nature to the sun, allowing him to truly see his ugliness. He felt disgusted, but he did not have the courage to stand up and resist.

I want to live! I want to live!

One-eyed dragon kowtowed to Xiya hard, begging as he kowtowed: "Miss Xiya, I have a daughter who is about the same age as you. If I die, she will definitely not be able to survive! Please spare me! I will give you whatever you want! Please spare me!"

Xiya felt funny, and she asked back with anger: "What does your daughter have to do with me? You have a daughter, so I want to forgive what you did to me just now?"

Under the gorgeous armor, her tender body was still covered with scars. The whip marks of her skin and flesh were crisscrossed, each of which was blue and purple and bloody. Xiya couldn't even count their numbers. She could not produce any slight pity or sympathy for the one-eyed dragon, because every wound on her body was a sin that the one-eyed dragon must redeem.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

The one-eyed dragon kept kowtowing in fear.

"Give me aside!"

"For my daughter's sake!"

"Please!"

His begging made Xiya feel upset. Xiya tightly held the hilt of the sword and said in a deep voice: "I will give you a chance. If my sword doesn't kill you, I will let you go."

A glimmer of hope suddenly arose in the heart of the one-eyed dragon.

A sword...there is a chance!

The hatred in his eyes almost condensed into substance.

Little bitch, I didn't expect you to be a witch. If I had not died by chance this time, I would have to call on the nearby lords to unite and burn you...

Swish-

A dazzling golden arc of light lit up, and in an instant, a blood column gushed and a ball was thrown away.

Wheels and wheels...

The one-eyed dragon's head rolled to the corner of the cell, with the only eye on it wide open, with disbelief in his eyes.

His dream was cut off by this decisive sword.

Xiya didn't say anything, she slowly landed on the ground, curled up with her legs in pain. Her armor and long sword turned into hazy light and dust drifted with the wind, as if it had never existed.

Very cold...

Xiya's little face was pale, her limbs were colder than ice, and her consciousness gradually became dissipated. She was already tortured by interrogation, and then she activated the Word Spirit, which consumed a lot of energy. Although she killed the one-eyed dragon, she completely exhausted her own strength.

Xiya thought in a vague sense: Am I going to die too...

call--

The light around her was pulled away by invisible force, and a green slime appeared beside her, carefully stretching out a few tentacles and hugging her into her arms.

"hiss--"

Su Qihang took a breath of air conditioning, but nothing else. The VR body sensing device made him feel Xiya's body temperature at this time. He asked him to tell me that this was not a little girl, it was clearly a piece of ice that had been frozen for tens of thousands of years.

"Don't worry, with me here, you can't die."

Su Qihang poked the [Little Red Heart] icon beside Xiya, dragged the long strip to the four-point action position, and lowered the divine grace without hesitation.

In the picture, Slime's tentacles emitted a warm white light. Under the white light, the painful expression on Xiya's face quietly faded. A small fine granulum grew from her wound, which healed as before in the blink of an eye, and her body temperature also rose to normal levels.

The white light continued, and the words "1" of different colors burst out from Xiya's body. I believe that after waking up, she will not only feel refreshed, but also have better physical fitness than before.

Su Qihang's stomach suddenly roared. He thought that he had woken up in the morning and had not eaten a single bite of food. After thinking for a while, he carried Xiya to a grassland far away from the city and put it down, and then took off his VR helmet.

He held his helmet and whispered: "This game is so real, maybe it is a real world."

This sounds a bit shocking. After all, how can a game be the real world? But facing a completely different real world and the prompts he left to himself, he had to make the same bold guesses.

He sighed secretly.

The future he originally planned for himself was to write until he was thirty years old, and to use the self-media halfway through the process, striving to retire at the age of 40, and then rely on financial management interest and the income from completing the book to live a frugal life with his partner. But now it seems that his plan is probably completely disrupted...

Forget it, drink tea first!

Su Qihang quickly changed his clothes, went downstairs and left the community, and came to a relatively famous breakfast shop nearby, preparing to use food to comfort his soul. As soon as he entered the door, he heard a familiar voice.

"The third brother?"

Su Qihang looked blankly in the direction where the sound came, and unexpectedly saw a familiar face - his upper bunk brother in college.

He said in surprise: "Li Hao! Why are you here?"
Chapter completed!