readx;? Arcanis came to the second level. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info She leaned feebly against the wall in a safe place, only to feel that her normally tough body had reached its limit. She examined her wound, blood dripping slowly from the cut in her left hand, and she quickly looked away from the severed hand. For Kazkaz was constantly tempting her, and he kept promising her a strong left hand, like a vendor in the bazaar, chasing people and peddling their wares.

"Modular, regenerative dear brain, look how good I am to you. You don't need to know how it works, what it is, to use it, as if you don't need to know how your cutlass is made. It whispered.

But Arcanis felt that he could hold on a little longer. She regretted buying her left hand. Because it made her feel like she was gradually becoming a monster. After all, renting a disgusting skill and making yourself grow an "insect-like" limb are two different things.

Kazkaz has bad intentions. It is planned, little by little, to deprive Arkanis of his "humanity". Arkanis knew, because no matter how much she asked, Kazkaz refused to regenerate her limbs, giving her a "normal" left hand. It offers the "left hand", the shape of one more disgusting than the other.

"Why not?" she had asked.

"Because ....." Kazkaz could not lie to her, so it was silent.

"Say, this time I must say it. ”

"You get the idea. ”

After looking away from the severed hand. Arcanis reluctantly pulled out several bone fragments from his shoulders and back. Bone fragments embedded in flesh and blood resemble cold leeches. When she pulled out the bone shard, the red blood on the bone shard immediately coagulated and turned black. Pulling them out, Arcanis didn't feel much better. After getting out of danger, the pain of danger began to torment her nerves.

She was bruised and bleeding all the time. With a trembling right hand, Arcanis picked up a healing potion from his waist, the muscle damage filling the simple action with pain. only to find that the original light green potion has changed to the color of sewage.

"Liu Zhen. ”

Her hand shook, and the healing potion fell to the ground.

Arcanis regained reappearance in the shadows. Like a badly wounded lone wolf, limping through the darkness and walking towards the archive room on the map.

The second floor is deserted. The blue wolf, hiding in the shadows, secretly marveled at the efficiency of the Ruofia Empire, and evacuated people in just a few minutes. In the afternoons many years later, she will once again appreciate the efficiency of the "turning" of the Jofía.

But the "pallet" is not. When the Phians withdrew, they locked the door. A metal door stood in front of her, extremely cold.

Looking at the black keyhole, Arcanis took a deep breath. Only a fool would put the key in a drawer and wait for some lone hero to get it, even if the vultures were IQ offline, and by the time she found the key, it would have been a ruin.

Arcanis closed his eyes. A malevolent white-haired young man appeared in front of her, and she seemed to smell the stench of the sewers on his body, the peculiar smell of despicable rats in the sewers. Before, the white-haired girl was sympathetic to his misfortune. However, after waking up in a dream several times, she began to dislike and dislike him. Those inhuman tortures, despicable conspiracies, and corrupt lives turned her sympathy into disgust.

The white-haired girl doesn't think that the white-haired shadow thief in her memory is herself. No matter how real the dream is.

First of all, he is a man and he is a woman. Second, anyone who learns of her past, including the cheap cat, says she's a fearless hero. Last but not least: she firmly believes that she has an insurmountable moral bottom line in her heart, no matter how dark it is. They were like stars shining in the dark night sky, so that she did not lose herself.

How could she have such a depraved and wicked life?

She opened her eyes and hesitated at the black keyhole, thinking she should be able to open it. If the white-haired girl is not the one she remembers, then why does she have his amazing lockpicking skills?

How can I open the lock?, she thought, just an illusion.

Boom~~, the ceiling shook, and the flickering alchemy lamps dimmed. The battle above was more intense, and it reminded her as well.

Arcanis sighed. Grab a flower plucked on the road, alienate it, and turn it into an ideal lockpicking tool. One-handed lockpicking was a great flair for the Wanderer, and she didn't want to waste her time because there was no audience around. So, she asked Kazkaz, "I'll buy my left hand, which I just cut off." ”

"Immediately?"

"Don't be verbose. ”

"I think you're going to need the one I recommend. ”

"you modularity, regenerative and fooling. ”

"You're going to change your mind after three seconds. ”

"Think-"

Arcarnes had a sudden stinging pain in the back of his head. It meant danger from behind, and she jerked her head down, a black death bolt plunging into the metal door in front of her. She turned her head and saw a young man with a panicked face and a crossbow in his hand. Death bolts are silent when fired at their prey. He clearly did not expect the blow to miss. He was a non-combatant in his robes, but the wounded blue wolf could not even run now, and she knew that she could not defeat this enemy.

"Die, the scrolls will. . . of killers. He hurriedly wound his hand.

"Looking for death, boy. Arcanis threatened, "For your sake, it just so happens that I am a Kazakh, let you go and run to a place to hide." ”

The young man's eyes widened, looked at her, and stopped winding.

"Five meters is enough for me to kill three of you, but today I killed too many people. ”

His lips moved, but he didn't speak.

"Nobody knows. With that, she turned around and confidently exposed her back to him.

Arcanis hoped that he would succeed in coaxing him.

Suddenly, the green light lit up, and the young man pulled out a glowing glass orb and expelled the shadows. He pulled out the long sword at his waist and shouted, "Give my sister's life back!"

Can't be stealthy...

Arcanis turned, swinging his sword.

The floppy knife was easily slashed to the side........