"cough--"
"interesting……"
"The big river and the big waves came, but the boat capsized in the small gutter."
With a smile on his face, Xueyi Fangxing looked at Qianqian who was standing a few meters away, and nonchalantly wiped the blood he had just coughed up at the corner of his mouth.
Although he has the internal strength of the Wuxiang Divine Art as a support, coupled with his tempered body, he basically has nothing to fear in this world except firearms, but after all, strong muscles and soft internal organs are two different things.
If it hadn't been for the internal strength of the body to protect the intestines and stomach in time, it wouldn't be as simple as just coughing up some blood.
Xueyi Fangxing coughed a few more times and spat out a handful of broken glass from his mouth. After vomiting a few more times, it seemed that all the glass shards in his stomach were vomited out, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Qianqian looked at it from a distance, with an expression on his face that he had seen a ghost.
There is no one in the world who can spit out glass shards!
According to common sense, glass is enough to pierce any internal organs in the body.
In the case of extensive bleeding, there is no chance of survival even if you are lying on the operating table in the hospital.
Xueyi Fangxing went to find some clean water to rinse his mouth before continuing to speak.
"Let me just say, as a heroine, it's not appropriate for her to have no abilities at all."
"Can you only use it after you have some contact with me?"
"In this case, is your ability a substitution, or a temporary transformation of one substance into another?"
"But your ability is really bad. If it were me, I would definitely not just convert it into glass, but other substances, such as strong acid or alkali, or highly toxic cyanide, or at least into gasoline. There is no solution to starting a fire."
"If you use such a good ability so poorly, is it because you haven't gone to school?"
The words just fell.
Fang Xing, who was in blood clothes, had already stood in front of Qianqian. With just a little effort, he used a table to pin Qianqian to the ground, making her trapped in the beach and unable to move.
The sand is not soft.
Qianqian struggled repeatedly, but all she felt was the pressure from the front and back!
Fang Xing, in blood clothes, stood on the table with his arms folded across his chest.
"do you know."
"Many days ago, I really wanted to beat you to death."
As he spoke, Xueyi Fangxing was already sitting cross-legged on the table, and with all his inner strength, he began to accurately perform the simplest Thousand Jin Fall technique.
The wooden table creaked.
Qianqian felt like her bones were about to be crushed!
It felt like entering a trap. Two boulders were slowly trying to crush themselves into flesh. The desire to survive was frantically squeezing out all the adrenaline in the body, followed by a huge demand for oxygen.
However, under the squeeze of these two boulders, every breath is accompanied by greater torture!
Just when consciousness is about to fall into blur.
Qianqian suddenly felt her body loosen up again, and her eyes that were already covered with snowflakes became a little blurry again. The moment she could take a deep breath, she felt like she had arrived in heaven, even with the severe chest pain.
"I was wondering, which nursery rhyme is this now?"
"The penultimate sentence?"
Xueyi Fangxing smiled and looked at Qianqian, whose face was pale, and began to think about why this happened.
As clones, is it necessary to take action against each other?
This Qianqian knows his own skills. If he cannot be killed, he will definitely receive the most terrible revenge.
Besides, what's the benefit of killing this clone of yourself, the clone Qianqian?
Xueyi Fangxing took a deep breath and began to deduce Qianqian's motives.
Was she angry because of his indiscriminate killing, so she took revenge?
It's possible, after all, there are her good sisters here. Watching your good friends die tragically every day, it's normal to feel a little revengeful.
Or maybe Qianqian also knows the nursery rhyme behind it and has some guesses of her own?
This is also possible. After all, the nursery rhyme's reminder didn't say it was only for one person. Maybe everyone else knew it.
Xueyi Fangxing thought for a long time before he said:
"so."
"If it's not for some inexplicable reason, then you are trying to find a way to promote the progress of the nursery rhyme and make all the replicas change from two to one?"
Xueyi Fangxing looked at Qianqian and continued:
"Do you think this tenth person is the last clone left after all the other clones died?"
"Is this the only way to survive?"
"There is some truth to this inference."
Qianqian could not have this ability inexplicably for no reason.
This ability is more like the ability that the main body uses when dealing with clones.
In Xue Yi Fang Xing's inference.
The nursery rhyme in the third to last sentence has already made it very clear. It is not only myself who can meet the real person, Qianqian may have also seen it.
Moreover, it also has the power to kill another body.
The reason for not taking action is not clear, but the ability is indeed real.
"If you want to kill another self, this ability is unsolvable."
"But in this world, you have a physical existence, unlike those who can become virtual."
"Creativity is great, but IQ is not."
"Let's work together."
"You want to kill the last redundant person and become the last [tenth person] to survive."
"Then if you kill me, it's killing. Killing my body is also killing."
"How about win-win cooperation?"
Qianqian didn't answer.
I don't know if it's because I haven't recovered yet, or because I'm thinking about how to reply.
Xueyi Fangxing stood up and walked down, flipping off the table that was holding Qianqian down, squatting next to Qianqian's ear and whispering:
"You also know that there is a time limit in this world."
"There are still a few days left until the end of desert island survival. I have taken precautions. You can't kill me."
“By the time it was over, there were only eleven people left.”
"There could be so many unknown consequences, but you're going to die."
"Cooperation is the last chance for you and me to survive."
"You know it too."
"It doesn't matter who dies, what matters is that only one person remains."
In this situation.
What Ontology needs to do is to completely break the situation, and even find out the so-called 'hidden ones'.
The presence of other people is what drives the progression of the nursery rhyme and the development of events.
The heroine Qianqian may have other responsibilities.
And as a copy.
Xue Yi Fang Xing only needs to kill the main body to be victorious.
As for breaking the situation or solving the mystery, it doesn't matter to Xueyi Fangxing at all.
Qianqian was lying on the beach.
It seemed that he had been thinking for a long time before squeezing out a word from his throat.
"good……"
"Huh? Louder, I can't hear you!"
"I said, OK."
On the beach, Fang Xing, who was dressed in blood, and Qianqian, who had sunk deep into the beach, were basked in the early morning sun, and their bodies were covered with a golden color.
Cooperation achieved.
Start planning.
(End of chapter)
