And now Yuan Yuxue has no worries.

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The day is gloomy and dark.

The gale was mixed with a fishy smell, like rain blowing obliquely, damp in every sticky breath.

This fishy smell is not just a simple sense of smell – it is more like a very indescribable sense of touch.

Only the war robots that are the best at killing, relying on the terrifying instincts honed by countless battles, can capture this strange breath.

Yuan Yuxue sensed it.

Yuan Xuxue's ability is sometimes not only reflected in his extraordinary and terrifying combat ability, but also relies on the terrifying potential that has been squeezed out of countless lives and deaths, when he is on the verge of despair and almost collapses. It is like a bowstring that has been finely tuned, and it can easily shoot the farthest arrows.

It's also because he's too powerful, Yuan Yuxue hasn't been forced into that terrible desperate situation for a long time - just if the energy is consumed, it's not a desperate situation for him.

When "a certain moment" came, Yuan Yuxue was ready.

His expression was unusually calm, a little too calm. Like a silent, snow-covered no-man's land. No one could glimpse the treasure sealed under the thick snow from that vast expanse.

All emotions were restrained, and some of the softer qualities that were more human-like were well sealed.

He stood in the vast earth, his breath was particularly distinct, like a knife out of the sheath, and also like the strongest killing weapon walking in the world.

Humanoid weapons created by the top military laboratories in the past.

Yuan Yuxue closed his eyes, and his excessively beautiful and cold face was fascinating, but it couldn't reduce the terrifying aura he gave people at this time. On the contrary, he has stripped away the characteristics of human beings, and now he looks as if he has fallen into the world-

God.

The remaining energy is actually quite abundant, but Yuan Yuxue used the prop "Star Core" for the first time in the dungeon.

He took out the amount of energy he had accumulated during this time - not much, to be fair.

But it also means that there is no way back for him.

Once the energy is depleted, even the most expensive war robots made of the most intelligent and expensive materials will only become a mass of mechanical waste that is difficult to operate.

It's better, it's just that it's directly torn to pieces by those monsters, devoured and destroyed.

At worst, his mech will be taken out of the secondary cycle, melted and reassembled into a new "weapon".

In this world, there will never be traces of Yuan Yuxue's coming.

He knows it well.

If he left this amount of energy in the planet's core, he would at least, be able to extract the energy stored in it when he really ran out of energy. This may not be enough to sustain Yuan Yuxue for more than a long time to fight, but it is enough for him to barely escape, and then fall into a temporary hibernation - maybe he won't wake up, or maybe he will wake up. But no matter what, there is a glimmer of life.

Yuan Yuxue didn't.

He snuffed off the last bit of life with his own hands, because—

He couldn't.

Nor is it required.

For the last time, after checking the energy reserves in relative silence, after a pause, Yuan Xuxue took out a piece of black cloth that was rather unremarkable.

He lowered his eyes and stared at it coldly—as if in a daze.

The source of this piece of black satin is indeed nothing special.

It's just that the ring Zhouyan handed it to him.

This seems to be the same as the fabric on Jie Zhouyan's body, the satin is very smooth, but it seems to be more flexible than the regular fabric. The patterns woven on it are too exquisite, as if no matter how ingenious the craftsman is, he can't weave such a mysterious and complex pattern.

It was also difficult for Yuan Yuxue to recall what mood she was in when she took it over.

Maybe Jie Zhouyan just wants Yuan Yuxue's body to leave traces that belong to him.

The two are not different, but a piece of extremely soft satin seems to silently make the two have some subtle implications.

And this piece of long satin can be a little ...... at this time Not a lot of use.

Yuan Yuxue originally wanted to carry it with him.

But the ensuing battle was treacherous. He was also afraid that if he put it on his body like this, he would lose it accidentally. So he simply raised his hand slightly—during this time, his long black hair was gently pulled up, and it was more like satin smooth silk than the cloth he held in his hand, and it was difficult to be gathered in his hand, and from time to time a wisp slipped out of his fingers.

With a pair of hands like Yuan Yuxue, he can master the knife style to a subtle level.

For this black hair, it still took more time to use the black ribbon as a headband, and reluctantly tied up the black hair, instead of letting the hair slip back from his hands.

The black hair was tied up and flowed down extremely smoothly, like a very thin mist, shiny. A pale and beautiful neck under it is vaguely exposed, clear, but not weak.

Even for Yuan Yuxue, the head is a very important part, unless he is dying, otherwise there is a high probability that the monster will not touch this place.

It's foolproof. Yuan Xue thought.

And when he adjusted his hair and broke Hongmeng and was temporarily tied around his waist, the monster that had always been hidden and had a considerable part of his intelligence suddenly appeared-attacking towards Yuan Xuxue!

The size of the monster is not as large as that of a regular monster, but it is precisely because of the weakness of the body strength and the lack of advantage in size that it seems to be extremely agile.

Yuan Yuxue's hands at this time were still on the lacing. It seemed like he wanted to tie the headband tighter so that it wouldn't slip out of the overly sleek black hair.

Such a posture, of course, also exposed a lot of dangerous flaws - Yuan Yuxue was no longer in the safe area of the shelter at this time. And although the monsters around here have been cleaned up by him, the monsters can move, so there are some fish that have slipped through the net. At this time, it seems that it is too late to defend.

This is the basic knowledge of almost every player, and when you are in a dangerous dungeon environment, you should never leave your weapon.

But in the next second, Yuan Yuxue didn't seem to move at all, still fighting very seriously with the hair that was difficult to tie up and was extremely soft to the touch. But he just had a cold light in front of him. In an instant, the attacking monster had been slashed into powder by the sharp knife light, and it was just in a trance for a moment that there was a blue flame burning in the air. Nothing was gone, as if the monster had never come.

Yuan Yuxue tied up the soft black hair tightly, and it would not easily collapse due to movements.

- Players with a sense of distress never let their weapons go away, and Yuan Yuxue is different.

He himself is the weapon.

And after tying the headband, Yuan Yuxue seems to have the last trace of softness well hidden.

He sliced his wrist with a blank face, and the overly bright blood slid down his pale wrist.

One drop or two drops, extra distinct.

Of course, Yuan Yuxue was not self-harming, he cut very skillfully, and it seemed that there was a lot of bleeding, but it would never affect any of his next delicate operations.

But the obviously very slight breath of blood—in the air, like a tongue of fire bursting out with an explosion, swept through every corner quickly and intensely. The monsters that were almost hovering in the distance were all agitated because of this excessively delicious aura.

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Very slight.

It's like a drop of blood melted into the ocean.

But those monsters, as if they all possessed a more sensitive sense of smell than a shark, accurately captured the place where Yuan Yuxue was.

For a moment, neither the shelters that housed a large number of humans, nor the bones of the same kind exuding a unique aura of energy, could no longer attract them. That's the only place to be—

Yuan Yuxue opened her eyes.

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10, 100......

1,000, 2,000......

Four thousand one hundred and eleven, four thousand one hundred and twelve......

The eyelashes trembled, Yuan Yuxue opened his eyes slightly, and there was a bloody color in front of him, and he calmly counted the number of monsters that he had slaughtered.

Too much.

According to Yuan Xuxue's strength, when facing those monsters alone, it would be difficult for the other party to touch him at all - even the viscous blood that burst out of the bodies of those monsters would never touch Yuan Xuxue's body in the slightest.

He doesn't like to leave a special smell on his body.

But when killing has become an instinct and a certain inertia under conditioned reflex, in order to be able to clear those monsters more efficiently, Yuan Yuxue can't take care of these things.

Or rather, they don't want to be distracted anymore in this regard.

It's rare for him to be embarrassed like this.

Drops of blood oozed from his forehead and rolled down his cheeks, drawing a rather thick and beautiful stroke against the pale complexion. It even stuck to Yuan Xuxue's eyelashes, like a tiny drop of water, Yuan Xuxue trembled her eyelashes slightly, and it rolled down.

With a little sneer, Yuan Xuxue's face was very cold and silent.

There was more blood on his body, and it was dirtier, and it was almost impossible to see - it was even difficult to tell whether it was the blood of those monsters or Yuan Yuxue's own blood.

Yuan Yuxue doesn't care.

More fluid flowed down his hand—from the slender, well-proportioned fingers, to the pale wrist, and then deeper until it crumbled and stopped, drawing a very vivid mark of blood on the complexion.

There was too much of that sticky liquid. It sticks to the palm of the hand, looks slippery, and will not be able to hold the knife steadily.

Of course, Yuan Xuxue would certainly not make such a stupid move as breaking Hongmeng unsteadily, after all, the Hongmeng knife is equivalent to half of his body to some extent. But in order to avoid accidents, Yuan Yuxue still ripped off a piece of barely clean clothing, hastily wiped the blood off the palm of her hand, and tied it to the palm of her hand to absorb the excess liquid.

He was careful to bypass the knuckles, which would affect the sensitivity of his hands.

Yuan Yuxue tied it very seriously. And when he was so "distracted", countless monsters pounced on him, and Yuan Yuxue bit the clean end of the "bandage", pulled it hard, and tied it to death. When the eyelashes drooped, countless sword lights swept by, strangling the invading monsters.

There are so many monsters that have died—but these monsters have never been angry at the death of their own kind, and naturally, they are not afraid of the death of their own kind.

It was an extremely difficult battle.

It is very strange that even if Yuan Xuxue is dirty and covered with blood, only one place is clean.

Silky, smooth satin-like black hair, still fresh and clean. It was tied up with a black "headband".

The headband hung down, and the windswept corners swayed slightly.

Due to the color, the headband may not look too obvious at first glance, but you can still see the delicate pattern woven on it, and its clean and neat satin finish.

Not stained.

Yuan Yuxue's body was already very dirty.

But what Jie Zhouyan gave him was clean.

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