"Ahem—"

"It's kind of interesting......"

"The big river and the big waves came over, but the boat capsized in the small gutter."

Bloody Fang Xing smiled, looked at Qianqian, who was standing a few meters away, and wiped the blood that had just been coughed up at the corner of his mouth with some indifference.

Although he has the internal force of the Phaseless Divine Skill as a support, coupled with a body of horizontal refinement, he is basically fearless in this world except for firearms, but strong muscles and soft internal organs are still two different things after all.

If it weren't for the body's internal strength to protect the stomach and intestines in time, it would not be as simple as coughing up some blood now.

Bloody Fang Xing coughed a few more times and spat out a small handful of broken glass from his mouth. I vomited a few more times, and it seemed that I had vomited out all the glass slag in my stomach, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.

Qianqian watched from a distance, with a ghostly expression.

There is one in the world, and I have never heard of being able to spit out glass shards!

As a matter of common sense, glass is enough to pierce any internal organ in the body.

In the case of extensive bleeding, even if you lie on the operating table in the hospital, there is no chance of survival.

The bloody Fang Xing went to find some clean water to rinse his mouth before continuing to speak.

"I'll just say, as a heroine, it's not suitable for nothing."

"Can you only use it after you have contact with me?"

"So, is your ability a replacement, or a temporary transformation of one substance into another?"

"But your ability is really poor, if it were me, I would never just convert it into glass, but other substances, such as strong acid or strong alkali, or highly toxic cyanide, at least into gasoline, to ignite the ignition and directly solve it."

"With such a good ability, is it so poor, did you not go to school?"

As soon as the words fell.

The blood-clothed Fang Xing had already stood in front of Qianqian, and with just a little strength, he used a table to directly nail Qianqian to the ground, leaving her stuck in the beach and unable to move.

The sand is not soft.

Qianqian struggled repeatedly, and all she felt was the sense of oppression from the front and back!

Blood-clothed Fang Xing stood on the table, his hands clasped to his chest.

"You know what."

"I wanted to kill you many days ago."

As he spoke, the blood-clothed Fang Xing was already sitting cross-legged on the table, and his internal force began to turn the simplest jack pendant technique.

The wooden table creaked.

Qianqian only felt that her bones were about to be crushed!

It felt like a trap, two boulders slowly trying to crush themselves into a pulp, the desire to survive was frantically squeezing all the adrenaline out of their bodies, and with it the huge demand for oxygen.

However, under the squeeze of these two boulders, every breath was accompanied by even greater torture!

Just when consciousness is about to sink into a blur.

Qianqian suddenly felt a loosening of her body, and her eyes, which were already full of snowflakes, became a little blurred, and the moment she could breathe heavily, even if it was accompanied by severe chest pain, she felt that she had come to heaven.

"I'm wondering, now is the first few nursery rhymes?"

"Penultimate sentence?"

Bloody Fang Xing looked at Qianqian, whose face was pale, with a smile, and began to think about why this happened.

Also as a clone, it is necessary to shoot at each other?

This Qianqian knows her skills, if she can't kill her, she will definitely usher in the most terrible revenge.

Besides, what good is it to kill yourself as a clone, and the clone Qianqian?

Bloody Fang Xing took a deep breath and began to deduce Qianqian's motives.

Is it because of her indiscriminate killing that she is angry, so she retaliates?

It's possible, after all, there are her good sisters in it, and it's normal to be a little vindictive by watching her good friend die tragically every day.

Or maybe Qianqian also knew the nursery rhymes behind and had some guesses?

This is also possible, after all, the hint of the nursery rhyme has not been said to be for only one person, and maybe everyone else knows about it.

Bloody Fang Xing thought about it for a long time before he spoke:

"So."

"If it's not for some inexplicable reason, then you're trying to figure out a way to move the nursery rhyme forward and make all the clones change from two to one?"

Bloody Fang Xing looked at Qianqian and continued:

"Do you think that this tenth person is the last copy left after the other clones are dead?"

"Only then will I survive?"

"There is some truth to this inference."

It is impossible for Qianqian to have this ability for no reason.

This ability is more like the ability that the ontology uses when dealing with clones.

In the inference of the bloody cloth.

The nursery rhyme in the penultimate sentence has been said very clearly, not only can you meet the ontology, but Qianqian may have also seen it.

Moreover, it also has the power to kill another ontology.

The reason for not doing it is not clear, but the ability is indeed a real existence.

"If you want to kill another self, this ability is incomprehensible."

"But in this world, you have a physical existence, and you can't be virtualized like those ontologies."

"Creativity is good, IQ is not."

"Well, let's work together."

"You want to kill the last superfluous person and become the last [Tenth Man] to survive"

"Then if you kill me, I will kill, and killing my body will also kill."

"Win-win cooperation, how?"

Qianqian did not answer.

I don't know if it's because I haven't come to my senses yet, or if I'm thinking about how to reply.

Bloody Fang Xing stood up and walked down, casually lifted the table that was holding Qianqian, squatted next to Qianqian's ear and whispered:

"You know that this world has a time limit, right?"

"There are still a few days left before the end of the desert island survival, I have a precaution, you can't kill me."

"By the end of the day, there were eleven people left."

"There may be too many unknown consequences, but you will definitely die."

"Cooperation is your last chance for me to live."

"You know that, too."

"It doesn't matter who dies, what matters is that you just have one left."

In this game.

What the ontology party has to do is to break the game in an all-round way, and even find out the so-called 'hidden ones'.

The presence of others is to drive the course of nursery rhymes and the development of events.

The heroine, Qianqian, may be burdened with other responsibilities.

And as a replica.

The Bloody Fang Xing only needs to kill the main body to win.

As for breaking the game, or solving the mystery, it doesn't matter to the bloody party at all.

Qianqian lay on the beach.

It seems that it took a long time to think about it before squeezing a word out of his throat.

"Good ......"

"Huh? Be louder, you can't hear me! ”

"I said, okay."

On the beach, the bloodied Fang Xing and Qianqian, who had sunk deep into the beach, were basked in the early morning sun, and their bodies were covered with a golden yellow.

Cooperation.

Start planning.

(End of chapter)