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chapter 161

"Fei Fei?"

Qiao Junying swallowed the sweet taste that rose to her throat, and saw Zuo Ling's face pale in the sun.

She didn't expect Ye Feifei to suddenly appear, and they chose Zuo Ling to help because they didn't want Ye Feifei to be stimulated again.

"What did you say?" Ye Feifei ignored her, and dragged the giant axe towards Ren Changchang with a pale face. The giant axe dragged a long and deep depression in the ground behind her.

"What are you talking about?" Her voice was very light, like a leaf without roots in the strong wind, which could not land on the ground.

Seeing her face as pale as snow, Qiao Junying and Zuo Ling looked at each other and made way.

The broken debris of the illusion flew like snow, sticking to the corners of their clothes and hair.

The wind caused by the giant axe being raised and swung on the ground lifted Ren Changchang's hair, and his face turned blue, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Didn't you hear clearly?" Ren Changchang opened his mouth and smiled. The tip of his tongue and the gaps between his teeth were all bloody. He laughed and tilted his head to cough out a few mouthfuls of blood foam.

"I said it was you. You told me his real name, and you handed his life to me." He laughed non-stop. "It's all you."

Perhaps because his identity was exposed, Ren Changchang stopped pretending. It was obviously the same face, but with a different expression, he looked like two different people.

When he followed Jia Linsheng, he was usually silent and inconspicuous, as silent as an old tree without life. Unless you deliberately look at it and remember it, you will forget it in a blink of an eye.

But now he took off the mask of disguise, and he was so flamboyant that it seemed like he had changed his personality. His whole aura was so open that even such an ordinary face was hard to forget.

"I...I...it's me?" Ye Feifei stepped back in shock. She shook her head in dismay as if she couldn't believe it. "I...killed him?"

She murmured with a blank look in her eyes. Her lips opened and closed for a long time before she uttered the word "he". It seemed that for her, even the name "Fu Shenhan" had become a wound that could not be touched.

"Fei Fei..." Qiao Junying felt bad looking at Ye Feifei's empty eyes. She turned to look at Ren Changchang who was half leaning on the railing and gasping for breath.

The orange space card flew out of her hand, isolating a small world in the backyard of the restaurant that would not be disturbed.

"Hahahaha, that's you. You were so happy at that time, weren't you? You dressed so beautifully, did you dress up deliberately? You walked into the bamboo forest with brisk steps... You didn't even notice me following you."

Ren Changchang's smile was full of malice. He licked the blood at the corner of his lips and said, "I've been following you... I watched you carve your two names on the tallest and strongest bamboo. You were really thoughtful, weren't you?"

"Ye Feifei, Fu, Shen, Han..." He read out Fu Shenhan's name word by word. He looked at Ye Feifei's painful expression with more and more pleasure, and sneered coldly, "Did you really think you could be together forever?"

Just as he was about to make a move to shut him up, Qiao Junying was attracted by the dots of phantoms that appeared behind him. She winked to stop Zuo Ling's action.

"He doesn't like you at all, you are just being sentimental." Ren Changchang's mood changed quickly, and now his eyes showed a look of sympathy and melancholy.

"You think so highly of him, he is so special in your eyes, but in his eyes you are just a teammate, maybe even the most dispensable one."

He looked Ye Feifei up and down and said, "You are so young now, do you really think he will love you? Lu Qingzhu, Qiao Xia, which one is not better than you? It's a pity that they are all taken..."

Qiao Junying's eyes widened slightly, and the shadow behind Ren Changchang became more and more obvious in her eyes, almost showing its original appearance. No one noticed a little light passing through the corner of her skirt.

"No... No... It's not like this..." A few tears condensed and fell on the edge of her eyelashes. Ye Feifei blinked and murmured, her thin figure swaying, "Don't say it, it's not like this..."

"Then it's like that? Oh~ I understand." Ren Changchang's expression and tone became more and more sharp and harsh, "You tried your best to save him, just based on this, you left an indelible mark in his heart."

"... Different."

A sigh that came out of her mouth would be ignored if she was not careful.

Looking at the shadow behind him, Qiao Junying stepped forward to hold Ye Feifei's trembling shoulders, smiled gently and said, "Is it different from you and Li Changle?"

"...What? If you don't know, don't talk nonsense." The smile on his face gradually faded, and Ren Changchang narrowed his eyes slightly, as if warning something, "Fu Shenhan..."

"I said, Feifei and Brother Fu are of course different from you and Li Changle." Interrupting him forcefully, Qiao Junying glanced at his heart pierced by three swords behind him, and didn't mind stabbing it deeper.

"Brother Fu is really good to Feifei, and he wants her to be good without any selfish motives. What about Li Changle to you?" She smiled gently, "In Li Changle's eyes, you are probably not even a teammate, right? Just a tool that is more convenient to use-"

"Oh, or the kind that can be replaced at any time." Although her grasp of people's hearts is not as strong as Ye Feifei's in the past, she still knows how to step on the enemy's pain points.

"You are the one who is really dispensable. You know that, don't you?" The card she just released increased the influence of her words. Qiao Junying looked straight into his eyes and saw his broken heart.

"She doesn't love you."

"Li Changle doesn't love you."

The statement of facts from the most powerful word spirit in the Moros game was like a big bell ringing in his ears, which made Ren Changchang's face suddenly pale. The black and red blood he vomited gave off a rotten smell.

"Willing to stay with someone who doesn't love you, risking your life is just a useful tool in her eyes--"

"You are indeed a good dog raised by Li Changle." Ye Feifei's lost eyes and weak questioning echoed in her heart. Qiao Junying wanted to use the most vicious language in the world to describe Ren Changchang. She even had the idea of ​​asking him to pay with his life. "When she saw you wagging your tail and begging for mercy, was she also afraid in her heart? Afraid that you would bite her when she relaxed? Otherwise, Li Changle would not let you go with Jia Linsheng."

"After all, you seemed to be very 'sincere' to him when you bit Jia Linsheng back."

There seemed to be a slight thunder in the distance. Her eyes swept across the corner and a small grass swayed slightly.

Looking down at the expressionless Ren Changchang, Qiao Junying put on a sweet smile, like a red lotus blooming in the hellfire, spreading out its scarlet petals.

"Hey, tell me, did she let you do it to Brother Fu because she knew we would take revenge?" Bending down and looking at him, her voice was as sweet as honey, "Does she want to use us to get rid of you?"

"Have you used the 'Death Curse' to help her deal with many shady things?" From her tone, she seemed to be really thinking for him, with sympathy in her eyes, "Don't think she seems to be very good to Su Zhikui, but I heard that she didn't even tell her 'try not to reveal her real name'~"

"Su Zhikui looks very unwell, her physical fitness doesn't match her game at all, did you do it?"

Ren Changchang didn't speak again after she started talking, and there was no expression on his face, like a plaster statue in an art museum, pale and silent, and the black and red blood flowing from the corner of his mouth seemed to gradually take away his vitality.

"Do you think she will let others put similar restrictions on you?" Qiao Junying smiled and stood up, without looking back, but swung her right hand back fiercely, and a line of silver light flew out of her palm and hit the grass in the corner.

"I didn't expect that she thinks highly of you," she said in surprise, then she denied herself, "No, that's not right, she's probably afraid that you'll say something you shouldn't."

"After all, Brother Zuo's ability is still very reliable for interrogation."

While she was talking casually, Zuo Ling had already chased the silver light and ran to the corner.

"Dang--"

The flying knife collided with the grass, but instead of cutting it off, it made a sound of metal collision.

The space wall that separated the small world trembled, revealing its original form in the air, and the place where the grass took root emitted ripples of light blue light.

Zuo Ling, who didn't have time to arrive, used his spear, and the flying knife also stopped abruptly in mid-air, with the tip of the knife flying forward towards the corner.

"Zheng--"

The grass, which was hit by two weapons in succession, finally couldn't hold on and bent down, and was pierced through by the spear.

The sharp spear head pierced deeply into the ground, the black gun body of the spear trembled slightly, and the blue ripples on the space wall gradually subsided.

Qiao Junying held the priestess' card between her fingers and threw it outward. The card flew straight to the space wall. There was no abnormality when it touched the wall. It passed through and disappeared in the air like a drop of water merging into the sea.

As if tearing off a false film, two figures appeared outside as expected.

Who else could it be except Li Changle and Su Zhikui?

Looking at Ren Changchang who had no strength to move, Qiao Junying raised her foot and walked over there.

Li Changle, who originally had a gentle and dignified temperament, wore a spruce green horse-faced skirt with gold thread. Her ink-like hair was tied up diagonally, and the gem tassels on the gold hairpin swayed slightly beside her ears, making her look more gentle and elegant. However, the somewhat angry expression on her face destroyed the atmosphere created by her appearance.

Su Zhikui, who was squatting, was dressed in a simple and elegant manner, perhaps because of her identity as a female doctor. She became more delicate against the background of Li Changle.

Qiao Junying frowned slightly. She always felt that Su Zhikui was paler than the last time they met. Her face was almost the same as the white veil on her face. The fingertips half exposed from her sleeves were bloodless and even faintly blue. She sighed

softly. If Qi Yang was here, he might be able to see something. She really knew nothing about this.

The space wall was like a one-way glass. People inside could see outside, but people outside could not see inside. Moreover, from the outside, this small space should be integrated with the surrounding environment.

However, since they can use prop cards to isolate the space, others must have a way to discover or even crack it.

No props, prop cards or superpowers are absolutely invincible. Qiao Junying is very clear about this fact.

Looking at their mouth shapes carefully, she carefully distinguished what they said.

Before the appearance of communication props like their earrings that were rarely affected by the game, players often fell into a situation where they were face to face but could not hear each other. Therefore, most players had no problem dealing with daily conversations even if they were not proficient in lip reading and sign language.

However, Li Changle and Su Zhikui did not say anything, mainly focusing on the discussion of breaking the space wall.

Watching their lips opening and closing, Qiao Junying did not expect Li Changle to speak so impolitely in private. She turned her head to look at Zuo Ling and wanted to say something, but her ears caught a slight sound.

"Chi."

The sound of the sword entering the flesh was somewhat obvious in the quiet space. The two turned back in surprise and saw a dagger with complicated patterns stuck in Ren Changchang's chest.

Dark red blood flowed along the complicated patterns, dripping from the fingers of the white and delicate hand holding the dagger, and soon accumulated a small pool on the ground.

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#On the pseudonyms of players#

Qiao Junying: Qiao Xia.

Zhou Qingyan: Zhou Yan.

An Xushi: An Chen.

Qi Yang: Qi Nan.