Dou Shuyu clenched his fists with both hands, the anger in his heart could not be calmed down, and he had no patience for the noisy man now.
Wang Lei laughed to himself. Seeing Dou Shuyu's face darken, he even gave Xiao Bai a thumbs up in his mind.
After all, destroying this prop was roughly equivalent to slapping Dou Shuyu in the face, and it also helped him vent his bad breath. Now he just felt relaxed.
"Don't be angry, the props have been taken back, and the durability thing is fine..."
The other players present heard Wang Lei's uninterrupted words and felt extremely agitated. They just wanted him to shut up, but no one spoke first.
Immediately afterwards, they saw a sword shadow flash past very quickly, and then they realized that Wang Lei's words had stopped abruptly.
When they came to their senses, they saw a sword stuck in Wang Lei's chest. Due to inertia, the sword and Wang Lei were nailed to the wall behind.
Wang Lei's eyes were wide open at this time, his eyes were bloodshot, his pupils were constricted, and then he subconsciously slowly lowered his head to look at his chest.
"Well……"
Wang Lei's face was still full of disbelief, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, which instantly dyed the clothes on his chest red. He used his last strength to look at the person who entered the restaurant.
That person who is like a devil.
Wan Xin's expression was horrified. She couldn't understand how someone could take action in advance.
Just when the seven players were all shocked, Xiao Bai walked in leisurely with his left hand in his pocket, clearly targeting Wang Lei.
During this period, when passing by Fanchen, Fanchen suddenly stepped back and got out of the way. He was too shocked to speak for a while.
Xiao Bai, in full view of everyone, successfully walked up to Wang Lei. He first tilted his head and thought for a moment, and then used his right hand to pull out the sword inserted in Wang Lei's chest.
Blood spurted out from his chest, and Wang Lei, whose pupils gradually blurred, slipped to the ground.
Xiao Bai looked down at the blood splattered on his body, clicked his tongue dissatisfied, and then felt a gust of wind blowing from behind him.
He glanced at the flying knife that was still hanging on the ground, turned back to look at the source of the flying knife, and tilted his head, "Yours?"
Lu Feipeng's eyes widened, looking at the system reminder that suddenly appeared in front of him, as well as the flying knife that had been inserted into the ground at an angle, and he was full of panic.
He mechanically turned his head to look at the others, his face full of fear, "I can't attack him."
Dou Shuyu suddenly came back to his senses, "Run! Leave the street where you live!"
As soon as these words came out, rapid breathing and messy footsteps appeared in the restaurant.
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Qiuqiu, who was standing in the hall, was restless and pacing back and forth.
She always felt as if she had heard some voices, including desperate roars, miserable shouts, etc.
I don’t know if it’s my own psychology.
In short, she is very uneasy now.
Qiuqiu paused and turned to look at Xia Zhi, who was sitting in the hall and pouring tea leisurely. His uneasiness disappeared a lot for no reason.
But there are some weird feelings in my heart.
She pursed her lips and asked, "Sister Xia Zhi, do we...really don't need to go out to help?"
When Xin Zhixia heard Qiuqiu's question, the movements in her hands did not pause at all. She picked up the teacup with a calm face and took a sip of tea, "No need."
Qiuqiu didn't know why, but he felt a little guilty.
Xiaobai is alone outside fighting and killing, while they are outsiders inside. This does not seem to be in line with the concept of cooperation.
She hesitated for a long time, then firmed up her mind and walked out, "I'll go out and take a look."
Xin Zhixia then raised her eyes to look at Qiuqiu and said seriously: "Don't go out. He can handle it alone. It will be a disservice to us to go out."
Qiuqiu paused and did not turn around. He just pursed his lips and remained firm in his thoughts.
"What if I can help!"
Xin Zhixia looked at Qiuqiu who was about to walk out of the hall, put down the tea cup, held her forehead, sighed, and said: "Xiaobai said that he can't control his spirit, and he may become indistinguishable between ourselves and the enemy."
After hearing this, Qiuqiu's left foot, which was about to step out of the hall, stopped in mid-air. He quietly took it back for a long time, coughed lightly, and returned to Xia Zhi's side.
"Well, we need to recognize the strength of the Great Demon King."
Xin Zhixia raised her eyebrows and chuckled, the smile reaching her eyes.
Obviously the laughter was not sarcastic, but it still made Qiuqiu blush quietly on his face.
Then she seemed to remember something, trembled all over, and looked at Xia Zhi in horror, "Well, he can't tell the difference between us and the enemy, isn't it the same for us here? Is it... safe here?"
When Xin Zhixia heard Qiuqiu's words, she was stunned for a moment, then pointed her index finger in the direction behind her.
Qiuqiu blinked, stretched his neck and looked behind Xia Zhi's seat. After looking at it, I discovered that a flag had been planted there at some point.
She flashed her big eyes and asked the guess in her heart.
"Is this a defensive item? Is it easy to use?"
Xin Zhixia looked at Qiuqiu with difficulty, held her chin, and replied quietly: "It's a defensive item, it's easy to use. But... it may not work on him."
"??"
Qiuqiu's eyes suddenly widened, with a look of shock on his face.
Xin Zhixia frowned, "If it's not as expected, any of the props in his hand should be of a higher level than this one, so to him, this thing is almost nothing."
It seemed like a thoughtful answer, but the words he spoke failed to comfort Qiuqiu.
Qiuqiu touched his forehead nervously and found that it was covered with sweat. He felt even more stressed invisibly.
"That……"
Seeing this, Xin Zhixia stretched out her arm, patted Qiuqiu on the shoulder, nodded seriously and said, "It doesn't matter. Although it means nothing to him, it has a very good psychological comfort for us."
"..."
Qiuqiu: Maybe when you didn’t say the previous paragraph, its psychological comfort was very useful. As for now, I hope to go back to the previous second and delete the memory.
Xin Zhixia laughed out loud and stopped teasing the little girl in front of her.
"He said that he had drawn a circle around this place, so he would not come over. As for this prop, it is used to prevent others."
At this point, Qiuqiu finally heard useful information and breathed a sigh of relief.
Just thinking about it again, I couldn't help but feel sympathy for Xiaobai, the big devil. He was obviously a famous demon king on the blacklist, but in the blink of an eye he became a knife in Sister Xia Zhi's hand and a tool man.
And the invincible Sister Xia Zhi in front of her could still joke with her in this life and death game.
Thinking of this, Qiuqiu sighed involuntarily, "What a miserable man."
Xin Zhixia picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea gracefully.
"What? Do you think he is miserable?"
Qiuqiu nodded deeply, "Yes, he has become your tool, Sister Xia Zhi. He works hard outside, but we can still live happily here."
Xin Zhixia was silent for a long time, put down her teacup, looked at Qiuqiu, and said without words, "Do you know what he thought at first?"
Qiuqiu tilted his head in confusion.
Xin Zhixia raised her hand and touched Qiuqiu's hair, smiled slightly, and said very gently: "He said that his original plan was to kill everyone in our dungeon, so he didn't even think about going out and following us. Things that people touch.”
Qiuqiu trembled all over, goosebumps appeared uncontrollably, and then solemnly supported: "He deserves it. Sister Xia Zhi, you did a good job."
Xin Zhixia ruffled Qiuqiu's hair, and then gently straightened it out.
"I think so too."
