"Hint: Your soul equipment, the Magic Emblem (Tadpole), can be used in the real world."

But he didn't want to escape, because the person in front of him didn't feel strong to Zhao Qian, at least not as strong as in the Harry Potter world.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he looked the man in front of him up and down. The white pawn seemed to hate the sun, his eyes kept squinting, and two dark circles loomed under his eyes.

That's the real reason why this guy pulls up his collar.

"Something?"

Subconsciously swept around again, except for the guy in front of him, there didn't seem to be any other eyes thrown over this way. That is, he is alone.

"Very good."

Bai Shu squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Qian in front of him, and there was more of an indescribable taste in his eyes. Examining it is like an artist looking closely at his outstanding work.

"What?"

Zhao Qian stood in place, surrounded by passers-by who came and went to get on and off the bus, including students and white-collar workers, and even aunts who got up early to buy groceries. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and in the eyes of others, they were more like two friends who talked about the world.

"Someone is going to kill you."

He said, looking at the silent teenager in front of him.

The guy who used to pick peaches in front of him indifferently took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, without speaking.

Handed it over, Zhao Qian looked at the hand of this man who should be the first man to want to kill himself, after all, he had only snatched the boss from him for a few days. But not, because this guy doesn't have the slightest killing intent.

The first section of the yellowed middle and index fingers is clearly an old smoking gun.

"No, you don't."

The pawn waved his hand, took out a bag of ladies from his jacket pocket, and signaled that he had it. turned a match and lit it, the movements were familiar, but the expression was more numb.

"White Fang, is Zhao Qian right?"

Looking at the other party's frowning expression, Bai Shu interrupted cleanly.

"Your information is basically backed up by the National Security Bureau, so don't doubt it. We have people who specialize in inferring you from the equipment or items you sell each world you go through. ”

"In the first world, there is a 48.2% chance of Tales of the Night, an 88.7% chance of Van Helsing, a 39% chance of Twilight, and a 0% chance of 400 years of horror."

The two walked down the street and ended up sitting in a coffee shop near the school. The process in between, however, is more like a confrontation.

I casually ordered two drinks, and the two of them faced the table. The white pawn treats.

"Feng Lao Xia's son, who is ranked 51st on the red list, died when he entered the first world, and only his apprentice went back safely."

After the waiter received the order and left, the night owl who looked more like an all-night man said. He had actually been waiting for Zhao Qian there for a long time, and according to him, it was almost one night.

"Who?"

Zhao Qian seemed a little careless, all of this didn't seem to have a lot to do with him, or rather, it had nothing to do with him.

"The first knife in the mountain city."

The man sitting across from him looked at him and said word for word, for fear that someone wouldn't hear him well enough. And these five words in his mouth are almost unknown to everyone in the Tao.

The first knife in the mountain city, alias Xia Maniac, real name Feng Lao Xia. He is a well-known figure on the mountain city road, the owner of the first sword martial arts hall in the mountain city, and the number one killer in the underground of the mountain city.

Unlike other killers who hide in the shadows, Xia Maniac directly took over the business in his downtown martial arts hall, and needed that person to pay all the money in person.

Moreover, the people killed are usually either government-government-officials-officials who rot to the end, or they are leaders who do all kinds of evil. Orders are placed almost during the day and corpses are collected at night.

In a way, this guy is more like a knife, a knife hanging over someone else's head.

"It's not about me."

Taking a sip of the hot coffee newly served by the waiter, Zhao Qian said, his tone was so calm.

Shaking his head, the pawn gesturedly glanced at the conspicuous tattoo on his wrist.

"And so does he."

And spent a lot of money to find seven groups of silver divination, saying that he wanted to avenge his son. He also broke his apprentice's leg for this. ”

"Alright, it's time for me to go, to be trusted."

As if he was just trying to tell him the news, the pawn didn't even drink the cup of coffee on his table. I looked at the clock in the store, got up, and wanted to go.

The sun was getting brighter outside.

"There's a limit to strength, right?"

Zhao Qian looked at the back of the white pawn walking farther and farther away, and muttered to himself as if guessing.

"It must be."

got up, he also wanted to leave, but was stopped by the waiter, and then remembered. It seems that just now the pawn didn't pay.

After settling the bill in a hurry, Zhao Qian walked out of the coffee shop, and it was already dark outside. The man who was walking faster and faster just now looked like he was trying to hide from the sun.

Walk back to the dormitory slowly, plug in your mobile phone to charge and turn it on.

The people in the dormitory were still sleeping and hadn't woken up. This point is a good time for college students to catch up on sleep.

"Ding-dong."

A text message beep rings when the phone is turned on. Subconsciously look at the number above belonging, and the above shows unknown.

"After the first battle royale, then that traveler will be limited in the real world. From 30% to 50%. It's all up to that battle royale evaluation. Feng Lao Xia has experienced 8 worlds, and his strength is limited by about 40%. That's about half stronger than the 69th sailor on the red list.

- White Pawn"

Look down, but there's nothing else.

Divide-Cut-Line -

In a dark alley in the border city, the white pawn looked at the severed mobile phone in his hand. The only thing that can be thankful is that the message has been sent out automatically.

"You're jumpy?"

The vampire said as he stared at the knife-wielding man across from him, his tone suppressed with unconcealed anger.

"White Chicken, this is not a traveling world."