Time passed quickly, and the whiteboard lying in the iron cage was half dead, and it was impossible to leave offline.

System prompts keep appearing in front of his eyes.

"Your body is taking a blood loss injury, losing a little bit of blood every second."

"Your body damage repairs itself, increasing your health by two points per second."

"I'm sorry, you can't go offline and quit now, you're in the middle of a fight!"

……

The whiteboard didn't even have the mind to complain and scold, so he could only silently endure the double torture of body and spirit.

If you can't go offline, the body of the demon world can't wake up, I'm afraid that Master, Master and Master will not be able to do it in person!

In this sad game world, how can you treat yourself like this!

As night falls, the first night of the whiteboard in the game world of "The End of the Fairy" has arrived.

The tabula rasa couldn't lie down, his physical injuries were basically healed, and his blood volume returned to normal levels.

"Uncle, can you speak?"

The whiteboard sat up and said to the white-haired old man who had been glaring at him for a day.

"Are you a fool? Am I talking now?

Are you stupid, what a pitiful! ”

The white-haired old man said curiously.

The whiteboard smiled bitterly:

"Uncle, this little injury is nothing, it won't kill me.

I can't figure out why it looks calm from the outside, but when you come in, it's stormy!

Why is that? ”

Before the white-haired old man could answer, someone in the iron cage next to him laughed and said:

"Why?

Hahaha!

You can't even see the most basic tricks, what's the use of living, just hit your head and die! ”

The whiteboard said angrily:

"Uncle just can't see it! You can see what you can do, it's not hiding here and pretending to be dead!

If you dare to interject again, believe it or not, Uncle will go out and toss you to death! ”

The prisoner in the iron cage next to him was instantly anxious, jumped to the edge of the iron cage, and reached out to grab the whiteboard in the iron cage here.

The whiteboard hurriedly dodged, but he didn't expect the white-haired old man to grab the hand that came in and bite the hand in one bite.

"Ahh

The owner of the hand screamed loudly and wanted to withdraw his hand, but the white-haired old man's strength was so great that he pulled the man towards the iron cage and grabbed his arm.

"Quick! Break your arm! ”

"Sacrifice your arm for your life!"

The other prisoners in the cage shouted and panicked, but there was nothing they could do.

The owner of the hand, who was also a ruthless character, raised his other hand and slashed it at his captured arm.

"Poof!"

Blood splattered, spraying the whiteboard.

The owner of the hand really gave up the restrained arm and broke the arm to survive.

The whiteboard was dumbfounded.

That's too ruthless, isn't it?

The white-haired old man is ruthless, and the owner of the hand is even more ruthless!

After the owner of the hand lost his arm, the other hand quickly wrapped the severed arm to stop the bleeding, and said with a pale face:

"Fool Zhou, I can't afford to mess with you, but I can afford to mess with that kid!

Hehe, he's dead! ”

The white-haired old man Zhou Fool ignored it, took his broken arm, held it in front of his eyes and looked back and forth, and then turned his back to everyone, as if he was biting his arm and making a terrible swallowing sound.

Everyone didn't dare to make a sound, the silence was abnormal, only the sound of Zhou Fool chewing kept coming out, making the gloomy and dark iron cage even more terrifying.

"What are you doing, don't you want to live?"

The fat man appeared just right and scolded loudly.

No one made a sound, and Fool Zhou turned around and his face was covered in blood, looking like a man-eating demon.

The man with the severed hand shouted loudly:

"Sheep's head, pig's head, my arm was eaten by Zhou's fool, you give me justice!"

The fat man smiled:

"Well deserved! Fool Zhou is so far away from you, what are you provoking him for?

If you don't put your hand over, how will he eat!

It's okay, he just ate one of your hands, you still have one, what are you shouting? ”

The man with the severed hand scolded:

"Pighead, you're all in this together! I admit defeat, can't I take it?

But I won't let that kid go! It's only a third-level thing, so he dares to be arrogant, and when I go out, I have to tear him apart! ”

The big man asked strangely:

"What, there's still a secret to this? It seems that you are not honest, deliberately provocative, right?

The two of you are both in a water prison, and if you can survive, you will come to us for comment. ”

The man with the severed hand was directly dumbfounded, and hurriedly pleaded:

"Sheep's head, it's me talking nonsense, there is no such thing.

I'm injured now, and if I am beaten down again, I'm afraid I'll die in a water prison. ”

The sheep's head sneered:

"Aren't you arrogant? He was also seriously injured, and he didn't say a word.

Both of you are first-level cultivators, and it is fair to stay in the water prison.

Aren't you going to tear him apart?

We make it happen to you! ”

The head of the sheep opened the iron cage in which the severed hand was held and dragged him out.

The pig's head bared its teeth at the whiteboard, and the whiteboard stood up directly and said:

"I don't need you to ask, I'll go by myself!"

The pig's head grinned:

"Haha, the kid has backbone! I'm optimistic about you! ”

The pig's head opened the iron cage and strode out of the whiteboard.

Zhou Fool said gloomily:

"Little white face, bring me his legs back, I won't treat you as breakfast tomorrow morning."

The whiteboard had an idea, and said tentatively:

"What if it's two legs?"

Zhou Fool smiled:

"Then I'll talk to you."

The whiteboard nodded and said:

"Fair enough!"

The pig's head said behind the whiteboard:

"Hurry up, don't ink! We must pay attention to the speed of doing things, we must hit the snake with seven inches, and we must beat the sore spot when we beat people! ”

The tabula rasa was stunned for a moment, and then understood the meaning of the pig's head, but he didn't understand why the pig's head said this.

The whiteboard followed behind the sheep's head holding the severed hand, and walked inside.

All the whiteboard saw along the way were iron cages and prisoners, and I don't know how many there were.

"This is it, the most comfortable place in our Evil Spirit Wasteland Prison.

Dream Water Dungeon! ”

The sheep's head pointed to a large transparent water tank in the air, turned to the whiteboard, and said.

The whiteboard wondered.

It's two people, why are you talking to me?

"I'm not going in! Sheep's head, pig's head, you spare me, I won't dare again! ”

The man with the severed hand turned pale, and suddenly knelt in front of the sheep's head, and cried out loudly.

"I can't help it! If you break the rules here, you have to go in!

Please! ”

The sheep's head reached out and grabbed the man with the severed hand, threw it directly into the air, and fell into the big tank.

"Ahh

The man with the severed hand screamed loudly, as if he had been in infinite pain.

The whiteboard was secretly chilling, and his scalp was numb.

Now, death must be more heroic.

"Send me up! If I shout, let me stay in it for the rest of my life!" ”

The whiteboard said loudly.

"Good!"

"Have backbone, don't brag!"

"If you scream, I will accompany you every day in the future!"

……

Shouts from all directions instantly rang out, boiling over the sky.

"Quiet!"

The pig's head let out a loud shout, and then said:

"Boy, what's your name!"

The tabula rasa instantly understood the pig's intentions, he was delaying time, so that the person in the tank with the severed hand would suffer some pain first.

"Whiteboard, idiot white, coffin board board!"

The whiteboard replied loudly.

The sheep's head glanced at the whiteboard and reminded him:

"I'll tell you about the rules inside the tank.

The prisoners who enter the water tank, no matter how much their cultivation is higher than that of their opponents, will be suppressed at the level of the first level, and everyone is the same.

The one-day time limit, and those who can survive, are to be reduced by half.

Alright, I'll send you in! ”

The whiteboard whispered:

"Thank you two for standing up for me, I appreciate the kindness!

If there is affection, there will be repayment! ”

The pig's head shook his head and looked up at the tank.

The sheep's head grabbed the whiteboard's neck and threw it hard, and the whiteboard body flew up involuntarily and fell into the water tank.

Quiet.

In the space around the water prison, all the prisoners in the iron cage were silent.

In the big tank in the sky, the man with the severed hand no longer shouted, lying on the edge of the water tank and panting, as if he had endured the pain in the tank.

The whiteboard stood calmly on the other side of the tank, staring coldly at the man with the severed hand.

At this moment, the surface of his body felt extremely itchy, as if he had fallen into a mosquito nest, and he was suffering from the gnawing of countless mosquitoes.

What a sin!

The white board's face was indifferent, but fortunately, his mental power was strong, which made his trumpet clone's mental strength full of toughness and could withstand this kind of pain.

"Brother, I'll reconcile! I have shops in the top ten main cities, and there are a few spiritual stone veins, which are rich in the world!

As long as you let me go, I'll give it all to you, so you don't have to worry about cultivation resources anymore! ”

The tabula rasa didn't make a sound, just looked at him indifferently.

The man with the severed hand saw that the tabula rasa was unmoved, so he could only continue to promise.

The spirit stone exercises in the real world, the various riches in the mecha game, and the mecha are all promised to the whiteboard, and they only pray that the whiteboard will not do it.

The whiteboard closes its eyes and refreshes itself.

The punishment of one day must not be reduced, and there is no need to take action against him now.

If there is kindness, it will be repaid, and if there is revenge, it will be avenged.

This is the principle of being a man on a tabula rasa.

Since the person who has severed his hand wants to tear him apart, this hatred cannot be dissolved, and there must be an explanation.

After dawn, the whiteboard, which had been in the tank all night, opened its eyes.

The severed hand was mentally exhausted to the extreme, and his apparent consciousness became trance-like.

He was seriously injured, and he has run out of oil until now.

The whiteboard said indifferently:

"Have you ever heard of a saying?

Whoever insults will be humiliated!

Whoever kills will be killed!

How do you want to die? ”

The man with the severed hand was terrified to the extreme, and shouted with all his might:

"I didn't kill you! It's just lip service! ”

The whiteboard sneered:

"Don't you know that the word is more powerful than the sword!

You have done it for a while, but you want to cause me to suffer in this water prison!

Your unintentional words will cause thousands of people in the world to die!

You think it doesn't matter, but in fact your guilt is higher than the mountains, deeper than the deep sea!

You live in the world as a moth to the world!

People like you, what face do you still want to go out, everyone wants you to die, and there is no place to bury you! ”

"There is no place to die!"

The sound of the tabula rasa kept echoing in the ears of the man with the severed hand, and he, who had already exhausted the last bit of energy in his life, finally couldn't bear it anymore, closed his eyes, and sank into the water tank.

After a few moments, the man with the severed hand surfaced, completely deprived of the breath of life.