Chapter I.

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Only when you are really desperate can you understand many things in an instant, and only when you are in the scene can you really feel that the emotions born from within are so trembling to the soul.

Being in the cold castle of Ayn Grant is the most rapid growth.

Walking in the eighteenth layer of the green light forest, Xiangkong somehow, seeing the leaves as thin as cicada wings, his vision suddenly blurred slightly, although it was clear in an instant, but his mind flashed the time when he was in Aingrant.

The vibrant green light through the leaves poured over his body, casting a hazy glow. Thinking carefully about what happened in the past six months, I am deeply aware of the changes in myself.

When I woke up, when I opened my eyes, I was in another world that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and I didn't know where to go, but I only thought about watching this transcendent world as a bystander, and then wait until the moment when the world world collapsed, and return to another strange world.

I never thought I would be standing here, trying to get the player out of the cage as soon as possible, and I never thought that one day I would become a murderer, a murderer who is looking for a target.

Slightly looking up at a large canopy of bright floating trees, Xiangkong suddenly felt very surprised, he had also been to this area, when the eighteenth floor was just opened, he set foot in this practice area, but after hunting a few monsters, he found that the income was very low, so he gave up this practice area and moved to the next practice area, but he didn't find that the green light forest was so beautiful.

It's a missed view, and there's much, much more...

"If you have the chance... I really want to take a good look at this world. ”

Retracting his gaze, the true thoughts that came out of his heart could only be vented through words, and beyond that, he understood that it was impossible.

No longer nostalgic for these scenery that he had not noticed before, Xiangkong continued to go deeper, and after about ten minutes, on a forest path, he suddenly heard a terrible voice from the direction of four o'clock.

"No, it can't be!"

Listening to the tone of disbelief and resentment in his voice, Xiangkong's face changed slightly, and he immediately ran in the direction where the voice came from.

"Didn't you say that? You're my prey at best..."

Passing through some dense woods, and stepping over a half-man-high grass, a slightly hoarse voice was heard before anyone could be seen.

The first thing that caught his eye was a silver-haired man holding a dark, one-handed sword, the front half of which pierced the chest of the man standing in front of him.

Looking from the direction of Xiangkong, he could see most of the face of the person whose sword had pierced his chest, and when he saw the person's face clearly, his eyes couldn't help but shrink sharply.

Robin hood...

The name that had made him gnash his teeth popped through his mind, and yet, the scene in front of him struck his senses.

What's going on...

With this question in mind, he also saw that there were three piles of equipment left on the ground, not far from each other, and there was only one reason for this scene, and that was that three players died here not long ago.

Compared to this, the blood-red mark on Robin Hood's head made him stunned even more.

At this time, Robin Hood also saw Xiangkong, and immediately remembered that Xiangkong was the owner of the pale green one-handed sword, and on that day a few months ago, he thought that he could capture a high-quality one-handed sword, but he didn't want to disappear out of thin air at the last moment.

To this day, he is still haunted by that incident, and he can't forget the face in the sky, just like the hateful face in front of him, pale and indistinguishable.

"For what... That's it! ”

I couldn't believe that the ending would be like this, Robin Hood didn't dare to look down at the sword body that pierced his chest, with doubts in his eyes, and the inexplicable divine light that took up most of it, he stared at Xiangkong at the last moment of his life, and after a second, his blood volume was finally reduced to his head, and the image of his whole body was blurred for a moment, and then... It disappeared into this world in the form of a monster dying.

In fifteen seconds, the consciousness may return to reality in an instant, and at that moment, will he have nostalgia for life, or will he resent the person who caused all this?

In addition, one thing that can be firmly believed is that even before he died, he would not regret the many bad things he had done.

The flying corner fragments only existed for a short fifteen seconds before they returned to nothingness, and Xiangkong watched this scene, his eyes trembling slightly.

He didn't feel the slightest regret for Robin Hood's death, but he didn't feel the pleasure either, and in his opinion, he should be happy that Robin Hood, who had become famous, died.

"Prey... One more, huh? ”

The silver-haired man looked sideways at Xiangkong, his mouth turned into an exaggerated arc like a clown, and excitement appeared in his eyes at first, but after seeing the overall image of Xiangkong, the light of excitement slowed down and slowly faded.

"It turned out to be the shield of the Blood Alliance... What a rarity. He raised his arm, and the long tongue of a snake letter came out of his mouth, licking the one-handed sword that had just killed the four.

"You... Who is it? Xiangkong looked at him coldly, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the three teenagers who were not far away.

"Who am I? Ha Lu Ha! ”

The silver-haired man, no, in the case of proximity, should be called the white-haired man, he raised his head and laughed, his eyes were as cold as snakes, staring at Xiangkong's pale face, and said word by word: "Hunting, people, oh! ”

The two words hunter have a very strong bite, and the interval between them is unreasonably long, as if they are not describing the term hunter, but dissecting other meanings in a different way.

Xiangkong understood, it means hunting humans... This was the bull's answer to the horse's mouth, but that was what the man was trying to say.

The clenched "Eternal Night" lifted slightly, assuming an offensive stance, he vaguely felt that the man in front of him was terrifying, and the four piles of equipment on the ground represented the players he had killed, with one against four, there was still a third of the HP.

"Such a beautiful sword, it must feel beautiful to kill people with such a sword, right?"

The white-haired man's gaze moved away from Soaring's pale face and instead cast his gaze on the dark sword of Eternal Night, his eyes full of love and fanaticism.

Xiangkong didn't respond, but took a step slowly, his eyes fixed on the white-haired man.

The corners of the white-haired man's exaggerated mouth slowly converged, looking at Xiangkong approaching step by step, and his voice was hoarse: "Don't be in a hurry, you might as well wait for me to get rid of the three little mice first." ”

With his words, the three of Yu Chu, whose world view had been changed in a short period of time, finally had the reaction they should have, and they looked at the white-haired man who had just killed four of his kind with a terrifying gaze that went straight to their hearts.

Their faces were filled with fear, and even their eyes were occupied by fear, and the scene of the white-haired man letting out a terrible laugh while killing people was deeply engraved in their minds.

"Do you think it's possible?" Hearing the white-haired man's words that he didn't take human life seriously, anger suddenly burst out in Xiangkong's eyes.

"I don't understand." The white-haired man also raised his one-handed sword, stared coldly at Xiangkong, and sneered: "You and I are the same person, why don't you do the same thing as me?" ”

"The same people?" Saying this again, Xiangkong looked at the white-haired man with the same cold gaze, and said in a tone full of disdain: "Don't compare me with a residue like you. ”

"Residue? Ha Luha, that's right, we're the dregs...! Abandoned dregs from heaven! The white-haired man suddenly smiled maniacally, as if he had been stimulated.

"I used to hate Heaven very much, but now I have to admit that God is fair, allowing me to enter such a world in the last time!"

"Do you know the way? The pain of being born in a hospital bed, the pain of being confined to a small room in the world, the pain of waiting in the dark for life to pass to the last moment..."

"You should know the truth, because you're just like me!"

Xiangkong's eyes trembled, his brows furrowed slightly, and when he heard these inexplicable words, his heart trembled instantly.