Chapter 470: The Rich Little Boy of High Civilization (End)
The ethereal sound of the piano gradually spread around her.
The tormented players heard it.
This time, those demon venerables did not kill each other, but committed suicide one after another under the sound of the piano.
These demons that were released in advance have no resurrection function, and once they die, they will not be refreshed again.
Wei Qingshu and the others also heard the sound.
More and more players are coming to the sound of the piano.
Qin Gong, who was sitting on the ground and playing the piano, had messy hair, his face was pale, and the blood oozing from his fingertips had already flowed through the body of the piano, slid to the ground, and condensed into a pool of blood.
Blood began to spill from the corners of her lips as well.
Wei Qing: "People from Cangxue City?"
"I can't check the information, I don't have an ID, I don't have a sect information...... Shu Qin said softly, "I don't look like the people in the game at all." ”
"Strange."
……
As time passed, more and more people gathered around her, their eyes full of gratitude and, hope.
Over there, Qin Zhan quickly arranged all the things and when he returned home, he found that Qin Zhan was no longer breathing.
……
When the last Demon Venerable dissipated, there was no more battle in the world in the fairy road, and the refreshed map was no longer affected, and it was quiet and beautiful again.
It's like a fairyland.
Qin Gong spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground softly.
A white jade flute carrying a broken soul pierced the space and flew towards her, steadily stuffing into her palm.
Her fingertips moved, but she couldn't hold them.
The white jade flute seemed to be attached to her hand, and it did not move.
Xiao 8: "Just now, Qin Zhan sent the original body to the hospital and confirmed that you were dead...... He committed suicide. ”
Die for her.
Even the people who are still trapped in the game don't care.
The moment she died, he was lifeless.
"You, what's wrong with you?"
A little girl stepped forward and asked cautiously.
Qin Gong wanted to speak, but he kept bleeding.
"You, don't talk," the little girl carefully wiped her blood with her sleeve, "I just saw it, the demons are gone, we can go offline, thank you." ”
Although she knew that she could be resurrected even if she died, she was grateful.
Everyone bowed to her in unison: "Thank you!"
There was a thunderclap in the air.
Discovered by the consciousness of the world.
In the next moment, her body disappeared.
"What's going on?"
"It's not game death!"
"Even if the game dies, even if it is restored to life, it will not be so fast."
"She doesn't have a blood bar at all."
"She's not using a game skill either."
"Who is she?"
……
Sky City.
Qin Gong appeared at home covered in blood.
"Little 8?"
"Little 8?"
No response.
It seems that he was captured by the main god.
The doorbell rings.
Qin Gong didn't look at who it was, and said directly: "Open the door."
Fortunately, it is voice control, otherwise with her current body, she would not be able to open the door at all.
It should be a system for the small 8 generation class, right?
I don't know if it's the last one.
Light footsteps sounded.
She looked up.
It's 003.
His delicate face was colder than ever, and there was not the slightest warmth in his eyes.
She didn't miss his restrained murderous aura.
If it weren't for her profession, she wouldn't have felt it.
"Your meridians are broken."
He walked up to her, raised his hand and picked up a porcelain vase, and began to pour it over her.
The emerald green water flowed into her slightly open mouth accurately.
Qin Gong: "......"
"Before Xiao 8 is taken away, ask me to prepare this repair agent for you, the energy required, I'm afraid you will have to pay it back for three worlds, or you can brush another world that has not been registered."
He wears a crisp black tight-fitting combat suit and black boots.
The effect of the repair agent was very good, and the meridians in her body gradually recovered, and the overdrawn internal force began to return.
She sat up and wiped the blood from her lips: "How is Little 8?" This time off the three worlds? Can't visit? ”