Fanchen parted ways with everyone, and the route he chose was just to avoid other players, but it was not a serious decision.
Compared to others who were running away with all their strength, he was almost in a semi-lazy state, stopping while running and occasionally looking behind him to check the situation.
Just walking and walking like this, we gradually arrived at the center of Odin Town.
The reason why he knew it was the center of Odin's town was because he saw the pool of light and darkness that appeared in the preface.
The half-dark pool water came into view, and Fanchen could even stop leisurely to admire the scenery in front of him.
There was a team of dedicated guards guarding him, and he had no intention of talking to them to get information. He just sat by the pool in a daze, as if he had given up all the work.
Occasionally when I come back to my senses, I will mutter to myself: "I don't know what the book is like now."
The negative posture is maintained until one person appears.
Looking at the people who were gradually walking out of the thick fog, Fanchen couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and slowly stood up.
"You came."
"Got you."
They both spoke at the same moment.
Xiaobai tilted his head and looked at Fanchen who had a calm expression.
This man seemed to have been waiting for him to appear for a long time, and there was no panic look on his face, which was in sharp contrast to the three people he had seen before.
There was no emotion on his face, but his right hand holding the sword casually was subconsciously changed to holding the long sword.
Fanchen no longer had the arrogance he had before, but said calmly: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
The little white eyebrow raised, then he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up and down at Fanchen.
"Have you been waiting to die for a long time?"
Hearing this, Fanchen laughed wantonly, and even slightly bent down uncontrollably, and tears could be vaguely seen overflowing from his eyes.
It's enough to see how embarrassed he is when he smiles.
At this moment, Xiaobai couldn't help but recall the previous conversation with Phytolacca and the newcomers in the room.
"Human nature is inherently difficult to fathom, and it is very interesting when you are destined to be unable to escape death."
Xiao Bai knew that he had killed countless people and had seen too many interesting scenes, so he must have a much richer view on this than others.
Therefore, combined with various past experiences, he can decisively draw a conclusion.
"You have the blessing of props, so you are not afraid of death this time."
Fanchen was stunned, straightened up and looked at Xiaobai, panicking for a moment visibly visible to the naked eye.
The smile on his face suddenly faded, and then he adjusted his mentality, shrugged and said frankly: "I know I can't beat you. No matter what, you will inevitably die in the end."
The corners of Xiaobai's lips curled up, as if he was satisfied with the answer of the person in front of him, and nodded in agreement: "You are very aware of current affairs."
Fanchen's body froze slightly, and the irritability in his heart became more and more obvious.
Because he knew that he would definitely die, his idea was very simple. There was no need to struggle and waste other props. He only needed to do his best to make the other party unhappy, which could be regarded as a disguised form of early revenge for himself.
However, this novice didn't seem to care about this, and instead went along with what he said.
This made him unhappy.
Xiaobai didn't look at him anymore, he just lowered his eyes and held the sword in his hand to look at it carefully.
The mortal world is waiting for its own death to come in a silent atmosphere.
This feeling is very uncomfortable.
He knew he was going to die, but he also knew he couldn't fight his way out. At this time, he didn't even know when he would be killed by the opponent, so he could only wait passively.
Distraught, Fanchen couldn't hide his provocation and said, "You won't let me die this time, right?"
Xiaobai didn't answer, just silently picked up the sword.
When Fanchen saw Xiaobai picking up the sword, he was even a little happy, and an indescribable feeling of relief arose in his heart.
Looking at the sword thrown towards him, he was thinking about whether to open his arms to face death.
Just the next second, he suddenly felt the sword nailed to his thigh. The sudden pain made him scream out loud.
"ah!"
The force of the long sword carried him back two steps, and he fell to the ground due to loss of balance.
Fanchen was trembling all over, trying to hold up his upper body, and saw that his thighs were bleeding profusely. The pain made him lose his mind. He just sat upright and hugged his legs. He gritted his teeth and tried to pull out the sword, but he saw a pair of shoes in his peripheral vision.
The movements in his hands couldn't help but pause, and even the trembling of his body subconsciously decreased in amplitude.
At this time, a faint voice came from above the head, "So what if you use props to avoid death? Pain is unavoidable."
Fanchen broke into a cold sweat, his whole body was shaking, his face was pale, and he slowly raised his eyes to look up at the person who appeared.
The man who looked down at him against the light licked his lips, with a cruel curve at the corner of his mouth, and then leaned forward slightly to help him pull out the sword, and the blood that had been suppressed suddenly spewed out uncontrollably.
"Don't challenge my patience."
Immediately afterwards, Fanchen felt that his other thigh also lost control.
"Ahhhhh!"
The heartbreaking screams echoed over the light and dark pool for a long time.
In this space, time seemed to have frozen to the mortal world. Only the gradually increasing pain coming from various parts of the body and the gurgling blood helped him prove that time was passing.
Slow and difficult.
Fanchen's shouts gradually became fainter, and in the end, it was almost a soft hum squeezed out of his throat.
Xiaobai pulled out the sword that was inserted into Fanchen's wrist and turned it around. He tilted his head, as if he remembered something, raised his wrist and looked at the time, "Tsk, how come it goes by so fast."
He glanced at Fan Chen, who was lying dying in a pool of blood, and murmured: "We must fight quickly, or we will miss lunch." Then, he coldly snorted at Fan Chen, "You are really taking advantage of me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stabbed Fanchen in the heart with a sword and sent him out.
Like a flashback, Fanchen's eyes lit up, finally welcoming death.
The pupils gradually dilated, and a stiff smile hung on his face, which was indescribably weird.
It was only then that the guard next to him seemed to have been pressed on the power button. He came to Xiaobai's side in three steps and asked to clean up the corpse in front of him.
Xiao Bai was a little surprised. He lowered his eyes and saw the long sword in his hand that was full of blood. Then he glanced at the man beside him who had holes all over his body and blood stained his clothes so that no one was intact.
After a long silence, he took two steps back and nodded to the guards to clean up.
There was a slight sound in his ears, but Xiaobai didn't pay attention at all, just watching the guards cleaning up the murder scene for him.
The footsteps gradually approached, and then stopped two meters away from Xiaobai.
"Hi."
Xiao Bai glanced at the sword in his hand, and then clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction before turning his head to look at the source of the sound.
Yuanwu stood two meters away, looking at Xiaobai with a smile.
Seeing Xiaobai narrowing his eyes, Yuanwu quickly explained his purpose: "Cooperation, I have already killed one person. Didn't Xia Zhi say that if you kill one person, you can join you?"
As he spoke, he took out a name tag with Lu Feipeng's name on it and stretched out his arm to signal Xiaobai to confirm.
"It's just like here. When someone dies, the guards will clear it out. I'll take off the name tag to prove it to you."
After hearing a series of words from the person in front of him, Xiaobai, who was originally impatient, softened slightly. After checking his bracelet to confirm the time, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said to Yuanwu, "Come with me."
Yuan Wu smiled and followed Xiao Bai.
Seeing him walking in front with a long sword that was dripping blood, he scratched his head and asked weakly: "You, don't you want this sword to be scratched?"
Xiaobai paused, didn't respond to his words, and just walked on by himself.
Yuanwu touched his nose and felt that he was asking for trouble.
Immediately afterwards, an idea suddenly flashed across his face. He took two quick steps to stand shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Bai, reached out and took out a piece of cotton cloth from his pocket and handed it to him.
Xiao Bai couldn't help but lower his head, and then he took the cotton cloth and wiped the sword unceremoniously.
When the two of them headed to their destination again, Xiaobai's voice floated faintly into Yuanwu's ears.
"There is also Guan Xiaoqi who is just like you."
