"Huh!?" Aya Xiaocheng was very puzzled, in this space of strength supremacy, how could he survive without winning the mission and getting enough points to improve his strength?

Many people have tried their best to sacrifice others, and even betray their teammates for points, but the uncle in front of him is not trying to win? Not for points?

Just to see if there are any young people you admire, kill Aya Xiaocheng and don't believe it?

"Uncle, are you kidding? There, points are everything, if you don't win, how can you have the capital to live? Aya asked.

He was right.

In the power space.

Points can be used to buy everything, and you can also enjoy everything with points, not only to improve your strength, but also to get rid of the danger of sweepers.

Although Aya Xiaocheng has never seen the sweeper, and there is no information about the sweeper.

However, this is the rule used to clean up the low-strength contractors.

So.

Their strength will certainly not be too weak.

"Live?" Uncle Sang shook his head, his face was slightly vicissitudes, as if he had experienced many things and seen many things, and he had the appearance of a master who had seen through the red dust.

Uncle Sang said lightly: "Points are not omnipotent, some things are lost when they are lost, and if you give you an identical one, you will no longer have the same feeling as before." ”

After a pause, he added: "It's important to live, but don't forget the reason why you live. ”

"Reason to live?" Aya asked puzzled.

"Hmm." Uncle Sang stuck the long knife on the ground and said in a hoarse and heavy voice: "Every stage of every person will have a reason to live, I used to be for... Anyway, I don't want to mention it, but the reason I'm alive now is to see if there are any young people I admire here. ”

When Uncle Sang said the previous reason, a trace of pain and remorse flashed in the corner of his eyes.

Aya Xiaocheng didn't speak again.

A reason to live?

What am I trying to do to improve myself?

To survive?

And then what?

What is the purpose?

In the past, Aya Xiaocheng was alive, and he was a tool, and completing the task was the reason for the instructor to give him to live.

And now that he is out of the control of the instructor, what is the reason for his survival?

Some images gradually flashed through Aya Xiaocheng's mind.

From the first mission when I first came to the strength space, I saw the first side of Cha Sae, the first side of the stone demon, the first side of Sakuragi Hanako, and the first time I saw Luo Wuhua...... Until now.

Aya Xiaocheng slowly figured out why he was alive, and the corner of his mouth smiled slightly.

Noticing the smile of the young man in front of him, Uncle Sang chuckled and said, "A person's life is actually very long, and some people are constantly trying to prolong their life just to live longer and see more......"

His voice changed: "But some people cherish the scenery in front of them and are willing to stay and live happily for a lifetime." ”

"Young man, you still have a long time in the future, you must cherish what you have, and don't regret it when you are old, there will be no regret medicine at that time."

"Oh, yes." Uncle Sang jokingly said, "Maybe you can buy regret medicine with points, haha!" ”

Regret the pill?

Maybe there is.

But the price must be sky-high.

Aya Xiaocheng shook his head, withdrew his smile, and returned to his usual plain and unwavering expression.

"Uncle, you just... I didn't use all my strength. Aya Xiaocheng said lightly.

Aya Xiaocheng doesn't say that he is a kendo master, but in the duel just now, Aya Xiaocheng found a subtle point.

That is.

Every time Uncle Sang launched an attack or defense, there was a trace of unnatural grasping in his left hand, as if he was holding a knife.

This subconscious action can only be formed by habits that have accumulated over many years.

And.

The skill he just had, the "Three Heaven and Earth" that was slashing down, was undoubtedly the best choice with double knives.

Of course, maybe it's just a skill, but according to Aya Xiaocheng's observation of him, he may be a swordsman with a double sword.

"Uncle, you're actually... Twin knife flow. "Ayako's way of becoming a monk.

Hearing this, Uncle Sang was obviously stunned for a moment.

Subsequently.

Uncle Sang touched the stubble on his chin, was silent for a while, and said, "That was a long time ago, and now I only use a knife." ”

After saying that, he put his hand on the wooden handle and gently rubbed the lines on it, looking at the knife with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"And when are you going to pull out the other knife?" Aya asked.

Uncle Sang smiled lightly, his deep eyes seemed to contain many stories, and he said lightly: "You will never see me pull out the second knife." ”

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The night is dark and the wind is high.

In a thriving city.

The lights are bright and colorful.

The young man drove a Lamborghini to sway his youth, stepped on the accelerator, the roaring engine resounded throughout the street, and the tall beauty in the passenger seat raised her hand and waved and sang.

There were also some busy people who glanced at each other with envious expressions, and then had to go back to reality and start rushing around for the next job.

The lights were bright outside, and no one noticed what was going on in a grand, tall, modern-style building.

In a tall, glass-made building.

The black light blinded, the fingers could not be seen, it was pitch black, and only the light shining in from the window could provide some light.

There was a sizzling sound of electricity coming from the electrical box, and the wires seemed to have been cut off and discarded.

Inside the building.

It's very quiet.

It's as if all the office workers have already left work, and even the conscientious overtime workers have gone home, leaving only empty offices.

Scattered office documents were placed on the desk, and the rotating chair was parked in the aisle, not put back in place, and it is estimated that the panicked staff only cared about getting off work and forgot to put it neatly.

"Poof!"

There was a faint noise in the innermost conference room, but it was very loud in this quiet space.

"Plop!"

It seems to be the sound of something heavy falling.

"Xiaolan! How are you! Are you alright!? Why do you want to block bullets for me! ”

A young man's voice came from the conference room, his tone very nervous and hurried.

"Why! Why are you so stupid! A handsome man with long red hair, a black coat, and a black vest inside, who looked like the godfather of the gangsters in the underworld, shouted in a panic.

The man was holding a woman with blood flowing out of her abdomen in his arms, and the woman was panting and in pain.

There are two knives stuck next to the man, one with a wooden handle and a silver-white blade, which is slightly simple, but hides a chill.

On the other hand, the blade is red, like molten forging, and a sinister aura surrounds the blade, exuding a faint smell of blood as if it has been soaked in blood all year round.

They were surrounded by blood, and several men in white suits fell to the ground, their eyes blank, and the guns in their hands were emitting a little white smoke, apparently having just died.

The smell of blood permeated the room, with bullet holes in the walls and long conference tables cut in half with sharp objects.

The whole conference room was like it had just been in a big war, and it was full of wreckage.

"Yes, that's right! Wait for me Xiaolan, I'll give you the blood vial, you won't die! The man hurriedly searched for it from the system backpack, but found that it had been used up, scolded secretly, and slammed his hands on the ground!

"Xiaolan! Do you still have a blood vial! Quick, take it out! The man said anxiously, ignoring the wound on his hand.

"No, I, what I just gave you is my last bottle." The woman shook her head slightly, and her mouth overflowed with red blood, which became more and more scarlet under the light outside the glass window.

"Ahh Hearing this answer, the man immediately panicked and didn't know what to do.

The man's red eyes overflowed with tears, even if he suffered a huge blow in the way of the sword, he had never cried, but this time he couldn't suppress the pain in his heart, he really didn't want to see Xiaolan die.

They have experienced so many things together, and when he pursued kendo and supreme strength, it was Xiaolan who silently supported him.

When he gains more powerful skills, the first person to share his joy with is also Xiaolan.

They have experienced many mission scenes together, laughing and laughing, disgusting and complaining, but in the end, they all looked at each other and smiled, and they were reconciled as before.

Men have long been accustomed to her being around him, and if she disappears from his world one day, he will definitely collapse.

"Xiaolan! You hold on! I, I'm going to kill all the remaining enemies now, return to the strength space, and you'll be fine! ”

The man hurriedly stood up and was about to pull out the two knives stuck in the ground, when the corners of his clothes were pinched by the woman's small hands.

"I, I'm no longer good, don't go, I don't want to, leave alone." The woman opened her mouth slightly, her lips red from blood, and she said softly.

"Good! I'm not going! The man wept bitterly and clutched the woman's hand.

It's all my fault!

It's all my fault! If I weren't so arrogant! So impulsive! Xiaolan, how could she be hit!

Damn it!

It's all my fault! It's all my fault! Oh my! It's none of Xiaolan's business! She is such a good woman, how can she die like this, if you want to take it away, take me away!

The man kept blaming himself in his heart.

The woman raised her slightly heavy eyelids, looking at the man in front of her who was crying with tears on his face, she tried her best to show a smile: "Xiao Sang, don't cry, my adventure may end here, I can't continue with you." ”

"Xiaolan! It's all my fault! If I hadn't been too impulsive, ignoring your obstacles, how could I have fallen into the enemy's trap, and how would you—" The man cried.

"Xiao San, don't cry." The woman raised her trembling hand and gently wiped the tears from the corners of the man's eyes: "I, I know that you love kendo very much, and I like the feeling of gaining great strength, but is it okay to listen to my advice?" ”

"Well, you say." The man took the woman's hand and put her hand on his face to make her feel her presence.

"Put away that "fire", that knife, there is a violent breath, it will, it will make you impulsive, easy to have problems, ahem!. The woman vomited a mouthful of blood again.

"Good! I listen to you for everything, I don't need that knife anymore. The man nodded heavily.

"Forest fire" is the name of two knives, one is unpretentious, giving the user a sense of inner peace and full of sharpness.

The other one, with its sharp edge, makes the user feel a sense of rage that wants to kill endlessly, full of a sense of killing blood.

After hearing the answer she wanted, the woman smiled happily, and smiled beautifully, and two tear streaks were drawn from the corners of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I, I can't continue to venture with you, and besides, I'm actually happy..."The woman's throat was blocked by a mouthful of blood, and she couldn't make a sound, so she could only stare at the man in front of her quietly with her eyes filled with tears.

It's like carving his face in your own mind and remembering him forever.

That's great.

As long as Xiao San doesn't use that knife, he won't become a berserk who only knows how to kill, and even if I'm not there in the future, he won't have an accident because of impulsiveness.

It's just that.

I'm so unwilling.

I haven't told him I like him.

That fool, stupid, wooden fish head.

I only know kendo, and I only know the stupid person who pursues strength.

But, I just like him so much, I like him so much.

Thinking of this, the woman shed the last drop of crystal tears, smiled and closed her eyes, the hand against the man's face hung down weakly, and the last wisp of her breath disappeared.

"Ahh

Screams of pain could be heard in the spacious conference room, while the lights were still bright and the people were buzzing outside.

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"Really?" Aya Xiaocheng didn't say anything more, everyone has their own reasons for making a decision.

Since others don't want to say it, he won't ask more.

And.

It is also beneficial for him that the enemy does not have to use all his strength, and Aya Xiaocheng is not the kind of person who has to fight with others in their heyday.

For him.

In the end, it's better to win yourself.