In view of the fact that the two will develop into a business partnership in the future, Ling Xue has nothing to hide from Qingge's enchantment, not only told her about the speculation about Imperial Doctor Li's mission, but also told her all about her plan to build an auction house. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Ling Xue's blueprint for absorbing gold in a few words did not make Qingge so excited that she lost her mind, and after the emotions such as excitement, shock, and admiration faded, she calmly and rationally asked.

"Why me?"

She believes that although there are inexplicable feelings in this world, there is absolutely no interest pie for no reason. Even though she knew that Youxue really needed someone's help at the moment, she didn't believe that this person who helped her couldn't do it. Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if she can't do it, she doesn't need to tell all her plans.

You must know that in such an important event, as long as she has a little bit of evil intentions and does not mention the person Beishan Youxue when she contacts the NPC, then the owner of this blueprint will only be her Qingge enchanting person.

Giving the only 50,000 taels of gold left on his body to the person in front of him without hesitation, Ling Xue shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "When the money is gone, you can make it again."

But as friends and collaborators, we can't lose the premise of honesty.

In the face of this trust of unpredictable value in the future, Qingge enchanted the heroic feelings of the death of a confidant in the life of a priest, and at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a little more awe of the "crazy woman" on this forum.

Qingge Enchanting who can make Ling Xue choose as a partner of the auction house in the future is naturally not stupid, she didn't fail to see that Beishan Youxue made it to herself, it was a yang scheme, and what she was plotting was her own willingness and loyalty.

Qingge enchanted and bowed her head in contemplation.

Kitayama Yuxue not only saw that he needed money, but also saw his pride in disdainful of crossing his moral bottom line for money. Therefore, she is gambling with this blueprint of huge interests that she has drawn, betting that she will be moved by her trust, and betting that she will follow her with all her heart after seeing her ability.

She also bets that she has no second way to sing and be enchanting, so she can only choose to get on her snowy boat in the north mountain.

"Okay, the reward for this help is this jade pendant."

Qingge, who figured out the joints, smiled enchantingly, and raised the jade pendant in his hand that Ling Xue had just traded. This was what she found out when she confirmed the amount of money that had been traded, but apparently at this time, she would not think about returning it again. Anyway, he is destined to be squeezed by her in the future, so he should collect some labor fees in advance.

"As you can understand, it was supposed to be a greeting gift." as a collaborator. After thinking about it, Ling Xue added another sentence. "You and the equipment for Drawing Mo will be given to you after I come out of the trial."

Qingge Enchanted knew that her most urgent task now was to clear the trial and get the gang order, so she would not force it in this kind of thing, so she nodded immediately. "Okay, I will stay in the national capital during this time, you can rest assured to go to the trial, and I will contact you as soon as there is a situation."

"Hmm." Ling Xue bowed, and the two said goodbye.

In a blink of an eye, seven or eight days in the game have passed.

When Qingge Enchanted contacted Ling Xue again, she was curled up in a messy iron cage in the dark and rancid underground dungeon, originally dressed in a moonlight white robe like a pretty boy in the turbidity.

The white robe was covered with blood stains that had long been dried up to black, tattered, barely able to cover Ling Xue's body, and the exposed black dirt and various bruises, black and red wounds, against the background of the originally white skin like snow, looked even more hideous and terrifying. The three thousand green silks that were originally tied into a ponytail were also scattered indiscriminately at the moment, covered with fine mud and weeds. Only the eyes on the face that was still wearing the mask were as bright as the autumn watermark moon, which was extremely inconsistent with the embarrassment of its owner at the moment.

Quietly curled up in the corner of the iron cage against the wall, and sent a message to the friends who cared about him. Ling Xue looked up at the sky above that was so dark that she couldn't even see the top of the iron cage, and the corners of her mouth pulled out a trace of satisfaction and mockery.

I can't complain that the game company will hide this place of trial, and there is not even a place for it to exist on the trial ranking list.

Just because, the place of trial of the Shadowless Pavilion. It's just like the profession of the Shadowless Pavilion sect - this is a place where people learn to be cold-blooded and ruthless.

"Bang-" The screeching sound of the iron door opening for a while, and a dazzling light shot out not far away, making Ling Xue, who was already accustomed to the dark, unconsciously squint his eyes.

With the bright light, a thin and tall black-clothed masked man entered, followed by a boy of fourteen or fifteen who was still bleeding from the wounds on his body, and still had a blank face.

Ling Xue knew him, he was the child who was numbered 325 here. About two hours earlier, he had been taken out along with another boy, number 783.

Only now, he is the only one left to come back, and the fate of No. 783 Ling Xue knows without guessing.

The iron cage where 325 stayed was on Ling Xue's right hand, and the boy who obediently entered the iron cage after his masked man locked the iron door, also walked to the corner of the wall like Ling Xue, and pulled the straw used to sleep to roughly tie up the wound on his waist that was several inches long.

As if sensing Ling Xue's probing gaze, the boy glared at her fiercely like a jackal, and then turned his body around, cutting off her gaze from his wound with his back.

Ling Xue, who was unaware of the fierceness of her gaze, began to close her eyes and recuperate after retracting her gaze. It's just because she knows that after 325, the next one to be taken out is her, 014.

This is not like the Heavenly Machine Tower, in this world where the pain is 100%, in addition to all their own weapons and equipment and skills, players can only survive by relying on instinctive fighting to put their opponents to death.

If she wins, she will get a few hours or half a day of respite, and if she loses, she will be seriously injured, and she will quit this dungeon that can only come here once.

At this time, Ling Xue couldn't remember how many games she had won. All she knew was that it was 1000 when she came in, and she couldn't tell whether it was a player or an NPC's opponent. Now after the 325 win, there are only two left.

One is him 325, and the other is her opponent in the next game, 982, a little girl she has never met.

"014, come out."

An hour passed quickly, and the masked man who had just led 325 in stepped in again, opened the door of the iron cage where Ling Xue was, and the shrill sound was as ugly as a steel needle cutting across an iron object.

Ling Xue stood up, her petite body followed the man straight, and she walked out of the dungeon and turned into a wooden building with a gladiatorial arena of two or three hundred square meters.

The two floors of the wooden building were already crowded with people, and there was a loud noise everywhere. Standing in the middle of the gladiatorial arena, looking around at the crowded but fierce, bloodthirsty crowd around her, Ling Xue had to admire Zhaohua Group's attitude of striving for excellence in this game. Even if it is a copy scene conjured up in a trial place, they still do it so realistically and realistically, that even if they are as sensitive as Ling Xue, it is inevitable that they will not be able to distinguish whether this is real or virtual many times.

When his opponent No. 982 came on the field, Ling Xue was stunned for a moment.

She didn't expect that the opponent who could go to the last few steps like herself would be the short and thin girl in front of her, no more than ten years old. Looking at the big eyes on her dark face that couldn't see her true face, she had always considered herself cold-blooded, and suddenly began to wonder if she could still do it.

"Big sister, don't kill me, okay?" The little girl looked at Ling Xue with a pair of round eyes covered with a thin layer of mist, her trembling body and her little face that was crying, how pitiful she looked.

Ling Xue looked at her lightly and hung her head silently.

"Big sister, I'm so cold, there are so many people here, I'm so scared ......" It seems that Ling Xue's silence gave the little girl a little more courage, she began to move cautiously towards Ling Xue, and the uneasiness and fear on her face anyone who saw it couldn't help but feel distressed.

And at the moment when she was about to walk in front of Ling Xue, her left hand clenched into a fist and suddenly raised her hand and stabbed Ling Xue's right arm without warning.

Ling Xue seemed to have expected the little girl to take a step back, and grabbed the little girl's left wrist that had not yet had time to retract after a blow, and a long black needle was inserted between the ring finger and middle finger of her left hand that made a fist.

If such a long needle pierces the joint of the right elbow, it will definitely lose the mobility of the right hand on the spot. You know, the pain here is 100 percent.

Don't look at the little girl, although she is small, she is very flexible, and she is vicious and ruthless, and she specializes in several big acupuncture points in the soft underbelly of the human body. She used the same pin-clamping right hand to attack to shake off the clamp, and the dense attack has been forcing Ling Xue, who is neat, to be helpless for a while.

The surrounding impatient invective and clamor grew louder as time went on, and more often than not, the blood-frenzied people shouting "Kill her!" "Kill her!". Such agitation sounded to the ears of the two duelists, more like a hypnotic charm.

Ling Xue, who knew that it was unwise to continue to waste her physical strength like this, silently did psychological construction for herself in her heart. She told herself no less than a hundred times that the other party was just an NPC, but the hands that had killed countless people in the game could never be ruthless when they touched the seemingly innocent eyes of the little girl.

"Sister, you're so nice." Obviously, the little girl also realized Ling Xue's unbearability, she smiled sweetly at her, and then the double needles in her hand were even more tricky and vicious.

Blindly dodging Ling Xue, who was accidentally scratched by the black needle, let out a long sigh and closed her eyes helplessly.