Help, they came out of my dream to catch me!

Chapter 185 Caught That Light
"Rug will fail to draw his sword."

"You too, Teresa."

"You can't draw your sword, no matter what, because of your vain pride, because you don't know yourself."

"You don't have the awareness to take on that mission."

"Xia Ming, you... what are you talking about?"

In the snow-ravaged square and the silent crowd, Luge stood in the center of the square and became everyone's last hope.

Teresia looked at Xia Ming in shock and trembling, her pupils trembling slightly, rippling with sad water.

Xia Ming ignored it, and continued as if prophesying:
"Your so-called self-confidence and firmness are just false and inflated confidence from me. I gave you the illusion that you are omnipotent and that you have defeated yourself."

"You want to stand up when everyone is desperate like the ancient Valkyries, give everyone hope, enjoy everyone's attention and worship. However, you will fail. You finally realize your arrogance and smallness and weakness, but at the same time, the evil The dragon will come with an army of ice and snow monsters, kill Ruger, kill everyone, kill Tried, kill me."

"Xia Ming, you... what are you talking about?"

Teresia's body swayed more and her voice trembled violently, but it revealed a sense of weakness.

Xia Ming spoke to her heart word by word, pierced her weakness, and pierced that arrogant mask.

"You...you're joking with me, aren't you?" She folded her hands unconsciously, looking into his eyes as if praying.

"I'm talking about our future, our tragic end. Theresa, I'm not kidding you."

His expression became so indifferent, his voice became so calm, as if he was telling a cold and undeniable fact, a future that frightened her but seemed to be doomed.

The pair of eyes that looked at her peacefully lost the tenderness and warmth of the past, and were so deep and peaceful that it frightened her and made her timid.

"Mi... come? The ending?" Her pupils trembled violently, and her teeth were chattering.

"So Teresia, are you afraid? Are you afraid?"

Xia Ming quietly watched her shaken expression.

"You seem to have recognized the fact that you are miserable and weak in advance."

Such a strange Xia Ming, such a cold and heartless Xia Ming, but in his own perception, Xia Ming's kindness towards him is burning like fire.

why?
Why did it suddenly become like this?

"Teresia, now, do you still have the courage to draw your sword knowing you have failed?"

Xia Ming pushed her and pushed her from the edge of the crowd to the center of the square.

Teresia stumbled and looked at the surprised eyes of everyone present, those eyes that were refocused on her.

Obviously, it is time to stand up at this time, boost everyone's hope and morale, and enjoy everyone's enthusiasm and admiration, but at this moment, these eyes are as piercing as needles.

Because her balloon-like self-confidence has been punctured by Xia Ming first.

Hesitation, hesitation, hesitation, wandering.

Xia Ming was right. Her self-confidence was all based on his support and encouragement. After losing this dependence, she suddenly found that she was not as confident and brave as she imagined.

Can the self-confidence built up by relying on others be considered self-confidence?

She lowered her head, looking at the cold snow under her feet, she didn't dare to look into the eyes of everyone around her.

Xia Ming continued to push her, pushing her in front of the Scarlet Flame Sword.

"Teresia, draw your sword, isn't this what you have been expecting all along?"

"Xia Ming...I..."

Teresia tremblingly grabbed the hem of his clothes, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.

Her voice was trembling and erratic, almost nothing, full of weakness and aggrieved pity, she raised her head tremblingly, those pupils with water waves and mist were so distressing and pitiful.

I beg you.

Comfort me.

encourage me.

Her weak eyes were full of such prayers.

Xia Ming grabbed her hand, pulled the corner of the clothes out of her hand, and then pressed her hand on the hilt of the Scarlet Flame Sword.

"Draw your sword, you have no right to escape, Teresia."

The howling wind and snow blurred and elongated Xia Ming's voice, and a black shadow covering the sky descended with terrifying and icy power.

Rumbling vibrations and roars resounded from the ground, and the army of monsters violently smashed into buildings and surrounded everyone.

Everything is as Xia Ming predicted.

Teresia looked up at Xia Ming in panic and panic.

Xia Ming just looked at her, looking at her calmly.

"Theresa, draw your sword."

"Or, watch me and Tred die in front of you."

The unprecedented pressure made the girl's heart tremble, causing her fingers to twist the handle of the sword.

This is much greater pressure and fear than all the dangerous disasters and all the uneasy and unpleasant things she has experienced before.

She saw Luge organize the crowd to resist in vain.

She saw her familiar companions, everyone in the Ember Group dying under the claws of monsters, and the blood reflected red on the pale ground.

She saw two icy gazes falling from the sky, they were playful and cold, as innocent and cruel as a child pouring boiling water into an ant's nest.

If you can't draw your sword...

Brother... will die.

Xia Ming... will die.

Everyone... will die.

She clenched the cold sword hilt tightly, but her body trembled so violently.

She tried her best to muster up courage, but there was only a humble prayer left in her heart, praying for the response of the Scarlet Flame Sword.

She exerted strength upwards, but found that the Scarlet Flame Sword was not moving at all, and she couldn't pull it out no matter what.

Even if she used her psychic powers, even if she exhausted her strength.

Can't do it.

She really can't do it.

She raised her head and saw that Xia Ming was still looking at her calmly, without disappointment, but without warm encouragement either.

"I'm sorry, Xia Ming..." She cried, with tears welling up in her eyes.

That confident and heroic young girl, that high-spirited young girl, was kneeling in front of him at this moment, with her long beautiful fiery red hair covered in white snow, and only pitiful pity left on her pale cheeks.

Am I... pushing too hard?

Or is it that I'm not doing it the right way?

"Teresia, stand up, before the evil dragon gets tired of this game and its monsters kill everyone, you still have many chances to try and muster your courage."

Wait... games?
Xia Ming suddenly caught that aura in his mind.

But I can only wait until next week to verify.

In the end, the evil dragon didn't even make a move, and the berserk monster killed Tried and Xia Ming in front of Teresia.

The girl still didn't draw her sword.

Because the Scarlet Flame Sword does not need a master who has lost all self-confidence and has a broken heart.

【Ding!mission failed! 】

[The save point is detected, do you want to continue the trial from the save point? 】

【whether? 】

Yes!
(End of this chapter)