"Huh? Oh! Okay!" Lin Que didn't expect that she would ask him, because his eyes widened in surprise.
He has never been a top-notch smart kid since he was a child. He always behaves in a normal way, is kind and behaves in a normal way.
Li Qingli came out about ten minutes later.
He seemed to have been thrown out from inside, and the strong smell of blood was evident in the cold air.
The man's flesh and blood were blurred, and the bones were vaguely visible. His fingers seemed to be holding something. I didn't know if it was his flesh or some other organ.
His eyes were wide open, and his eyelashes occasionally blinked slowly. He was awake, lying on the ground like a pile of rotten flesh, dying.
"Li Qingli!"
Lin Chuan unexpectedly cared about his life and death and kept feeding something into his mouth.
The effect is there, the broken body is actually healing slowly.
Li Qingli went to Daoshan Hell. Because he killed...
God considers all beings equal. The severity of the sin will be determined based on the number of lives killed. Those with serious sins will be naked and fixed on the mountain of knives forever, and suffer the pain of being cut with knives.
But when he gets what he wants, he always pays off.
Li Qingli's bloody face forced a smile.
"Stop laughing... Love Saint."
Shen Nanzhi saw Lin Chuan for the first time and stabbed him. Even though Li Qingli used to talk a lot with guns and sticks, he never lost his face as suddenly as he did now.
Lin Que hesitated and did not step forward. He knew the function of his hairpin. But he didn't want to save Li Qingli.
Such a player who kills people at will in the game is the type of player he resists the most.
Jin He sighed, and gently touched her eyeballs with her hands to stimulate the eye organs. She finally caught a few of her tears and sprinkled them on Li Qingli at will.
The faint silver light surrounding his body accelerated the healing, and even the tattered clothes looked brand new.
"I'm not here to save you. This is what I owe Chen Yao."
Li Qingli changed from his normal state and kept laughing, looking crazy. As the blood stains faded away, what he held in his right hand could be seen between his fingers, which was a red eye.
Shen Nanzhi touched her shoulder, her third eye was burning.
"She hasn't disappeared...she is waiting for me in a certain copy..." Li Qingli stood up with a long knife and excitedly spoke word by word to Lin Chuan, who had always been at odds with him.
He smiled, and his cold eyes softened. "I still have a chance to atone."
"Let's go back and catch up on some sleep." He Xianyue pulled him. "You have to sleep."
Jin He couldn't get used to Li Qingli's crazy state at the moment. He rolled his eyes unceremoniously and grabbed Shen Nanzhi and Lin Que from left to right to walk towards the ancestral hall.
Along the way, Li Qingli was in high spirits and talked to He Xianyue about his past events with Chen Yao.
When they returned to the ancestral hall, most of them were asleep. Even Chen Baiying fell asleep, leaving only the puppet she controlled to keep vigil.
Shen Nanzhi was thinking. Chen Baiying's behavior was tantamount to pushing the woman she controlled to death due to lack of sleep the next day.
She is really a refined egoist.
"I know what you are thinking? There are many things that you can only help if you can, but you cannot help intentionally."
Lin Chuan's tone was calm. "There are too many players like this in the dungeon. After all, this is a place where the weak prey on the strong. Where moral ethics cannot restrain them, we always choose the good."
"How can she escape control?"
"Of course, kill the controller..."
Shen Nanzhi's eyes were complicated. She returned to the corner where she had been before, sat down with her knees bent, closed her eyes, and quickly fell into a light sleep.
