"Give it to me!"

Xu Xianxiong's forehead was dripping with sweat, he was tense, gritted his teeth and roared, and a ruthless color had appeared in his eyes.

In this cruel world of the Chosen One, Xu Xianxiong finally slowly realized that if a person wants to survive, it does not rely on powerful tricks and tricks, nor on developed minds and bursting luck, but on selfishness and viciousness.

He distinctly remembers that during his first containment mission, after hiding in a safe house, he fell into a deep sleep until he woke up and returned to the real world.

Obviously, the black-haired young man named Zhou Xueqiu successfully contained the "beast", and he himself had never even seen the monster that only existed in the text description.

All of this comes from one's own selfishness.

If he had the courage to walk out of the safe house at that time and tell the black-haired young man named Zhou Xueqiu the fact of the safe house, he would not be like a tool that had lost its use value in the eyes of the other party, and it would not be incomprehensible to be shot and killed casually.

Selfishness is the only way to survive.

His thoughts paused here, Xu Xianxiong's pupils shrank suddenly, and his attention was focused on the strange object that was tightly grasped by the young man with black-rimmed glasses.

He wanted to rob.

The black-rimmed young man still stood blankly, his body stiff, as if he hadn't heard Xu Xianxiong's low roar, and he hadn't noticed the uncertain flashing gaze beside him.

Xu Xianxiong exhaled deeply, his heart was fierce, and he suddenly stretched out his hand!

His movements were extremely fast, and before the other party could react, his hands were already touching the strange object.

The black-rimmed young man didn't even have time to react.

No, exactly, it should be that he did not react at all.

Xu Xianxiong's hands tightly grasped this high-level artifact that could manipulate the enchantment, and wanted to pull it out of the hands of the black-rimmed young man, but when he suddenly exerted his strength, his face became more and more pale.

Motionless!

"How can this be, how can this be ......"

Looking at this seemingly thin young man, Xu Xianxiong's mind was like a movie, and some clips suddenly flashed.

……

"Later, he was one of us. Unnecessary trials are avoided,"

In the dimly lit room, Xu Hao said slowly, his face treacherous.

Behind him, a shy young man with black-rimmed glasses did not say a word, his pale face making him look like a corpse. He remained silent, like a puppet.

……

A misty white gas distorted the face of the black-rimmed young man, and under Xu Xianxiong's frightened gaze, it slowly turned into the face of a middle-aged man with a little stubble......

Xu Hao!

How could it be Xu Hao!

Xu Xianxiong's face was pale, his body was cold as if he had been immersed in seawater, and he opened his mouth unconsciously like a fish, like falling into an abyss.

At this moment, he suddenly recalled the scene when everyone formed a team and exchanged each other's "tricks" and "tricks".

At that time, he had just gotten rid of his newcomer status and became a member of the veteran team. With a slight inferiority complex and suspicion, Xu Xianxiong heard Xu Hao's words introducing his tricks.

"My ruse is...... You can split into clones! ”

The two doppelgangers are the limit of what he can reach.

Compared with such a trick that is very practical and practical, Xu Xianxiong only feels that his ability is simply impossible to put on the table. Even so, this slightly loose team was formed.

Here, Xu Xianxiong met many Chosen People with different abilities and different encounters.

The rangers who can't go to the Holy Land of the Chosen One are like lonely ghosts wandering outside the cemetery.

They gathered together because of Xu Hao, revered Xu Hao's secret and powerful trickery ability, and even outside that holy land, they still survived in their own way.

These Chosen have always believed that Xu Hao's ability is as he says, to split two conscious clones from his body.

However, in retrospect, this does not seem to be the case.

His abilities are more than just points. body, and even mimicry.

In points. In terms of the number of bodies, Xu Hao also concealed a lot.

This young man with black-rimmed glasses is actually another part of Xu Hao. Body!

Possession points. Xu Hao, who is in his body, can continue to be resurrected.

As long as there is a piece of the penny. If a fragment of his body exists, he can be reborn with the largest fragment of tissue.

Xu Xianxiong, who was in shock, realized that these were just a few breaths. His outstretched arm stiffened in the air, and there was only disbelief in his eyes.

A dagger pierced his body, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, lowered his head sluggishly, and saw Xu Hao slowly loosen the palm of the dagger clenched.

Why......

Xu Xianxiong endured the severe pain, and his consciousness became blurred little by little.

He wanted to ask, but he didn't.

The feeling of loss of life swept through his body, and they flowed in the direction of Xu Hao as if they were materialized, and Xu Hao's originally pale face was becoming rosy little by little.

Xu Hao slowly tilted his head, looking at the sturdy man whose lips had lost their blood color and trembling all over, the corners of his mouth outlined a treacherous smile: "Sure enough, the effect of the magic spear is good, I already knew that I didn't use it as bait." ”

These voices seemed to come from through the thick ice, and when they poured into Xu Xianxiong's ears, only a vague muttering remained.

How so.

How so.

One scene after another emerged in front of him, Xu Xianxiong's body slowly fell to the ground, gurgling blood oozing from the edge of the dagger, and the chaotic consciousness gradually dissipated.

……

"Quick! Faster! ”

Alice's voice poured into her ears with the sound of the wind.

At this moment, there was only chaos left in Zhuo Xuan's mind, and the color of fear continued to appear on his face, and his weak heart was beating wildly, as if he had been burned by the flames of the sky, and his heart was full of devastation.

But he didn't dare to stop.

It was the first time I had seen such a mighty battle, the struggle between the Chosen One and the beast, and countless arrows turned into beast spirits shot through the beast's body, but it was as if it had come out of a myth and was invincible.

The flames swept through the sky and devoured Xu Hao's figure.

I didn't even have time to scream.

Zhuo Xuan didn't want to care about Xu Hao's life and death, or the safety of other chosen ones, because, at this moment, the only thing that had been hovering in his mind several times was the shadow that had been painted gray by time.

It's too late to say goodbye, and there's no time to do anything else to make amends.

The old ceiling fan smashed straight down, and the frightened girl embraced the injured young man into her arms.