Horror Game: Crazy criticizes a beauty who has no martial ethics

Chapter 80 God’s Grace (14)

From a distance, the two of them seemed to be talking in secret.Bai Xi's silent voice did not answer, and Xia Lingge was not in a hurry and continued to say in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I am not acting with you, let alone joking. Now, Zhang Peng is watching from the side, and in his recognition Zhili, you have become a traitor to him, now tell me what Zhang Peng’s real name is, and I can keep you safe, but if you continue to remain silent, there is nothing I can do.”

Bai Xi was speechless. She opened her mouth but suddenly swallowed the sound back in her throat. She lowered her head with downcast eyes and said softly: "I'm sorry."

Xia Lingge looked away: "Then I wish you good luck. I can only find another way..." I'll kill him.

She raised her head and took two steps back. Her eyes were gentle and soft with gratitude, and her voice was slightly raised and she said, "I know, thank you."

"White Creek!!"

Zhang Peng jumped out of the grass, his ferocious pupils and tears making his scarred face even more terrifying and weird. He strode forward and grabbed Bai Xi's hair. Bai Xi screamed and was Dragging it to the ground, his body trembled and he shook his head: "No...I didn't..."

"How dare you lie to me!"

Zhang Peng pointed at her and roared: "If you dare to mess with me, I will let your half-dead mother follow you."

"no, do not want……"

Bai Xi's eyes were even more filled with fear.Zhang Peng grabbed her and said fiercely: "Didn't I give you to that old monster? Why are you here, where is he?"

Xia Lingge intervened appropriately from the side: "Don't use indecent names for the chanting officer."

"What kind of big name is an NPC playing?" Zhang Peng dropped Bai Xi and turned to Xia Lingge, "Little girl, stop pretending to be a ghost here. Bai Xi can't tell my real name. She doesn't have the guts, but you..."

His bloodshot pupils stared at her closely: "I will play you to death."

Xia Lingge's expression remained calm: "Only God can deal with me, and you are just a great saint."

"God? Hahaha." Zhang Peng laughed disdainfully, "Do you really believe in that crap? It's just a theme of the game, and it's just what the gods and gods talk about. I didn't expect it to be given to you. Brainwashed, retarded thing."

He grabbed Xia Lingge's hair with his palm and yanked it back: "And I won't be this great saint for too long. When I find the hidden mission in the dungeon, I will kill you, you, and whatnot. The bullshit reciters are all under their feet.”

She frowned slightly at the pain caused by the pulling of her scalp. Xia Lingge raised her foot and kicked him in the abdomen. Zhang Peng's body bent like a bow and arrow, and he slowly relaxed the force and squatted down unconsciously.

"you……"

It hurt so much that I couldn't speak a word.

Xia Lingge rubbed his aching hair, turned to the figure hiding behind the rockery and said, "Look, I didn't lie."

The shade of the trees swayed, and the chanter slowly walked out of the darkness, but his body cast a larger shadow under the pull of the night light.

Zhang Peng's face became even more bloodless, as ugly as swallowing a fly alive. Although Bai Xi and Zhang Xiaoshan were not too surprised, they still stayed away from his sinister and terrifying aura for fear of being implicated. Own.

"Ha ha."

Smiling in anger, the chanter came to Zhang Peng, and the six pupils on his face were twisted into strange arcs and stared straight at him: "So the saint I lifted up with one hand looked like this, it's great. "

"Lord, chanter." Zhang Peng suddenly hugged his leg, his expression full of pleading, "It's not like that, it's her, that little girl's movie deliberately influenced me."

"My respect for you and my love for the gods are evident to both heaven and earth."

The chanter straightened up, walked past him and walked to Bai Xi, pinching her neck with one hand. He fumbled for a small note from her waist with the other hand, opened it, read it and then threw it in front of Zhang Peng: "Then What about this?" Bai Xi looked confused.

Zhang Peng picked it up and opened it, and saw a big word written crookedly on the note - kill.

"This, this is not my handwriting."

Zhang Peng looked at Him with the note, but the chanter had no patience to waste time with him any longer. He rolled his six eyes and raised a charitable smile at the corner of his mouth: "God is very disappointed and needs you to go to the [Confinement Room] Repent, my son."

Two believers came up, held him up, and walked further away.

Zhang Peng struggled in a panic but to no avail. He looked at the remaining three people and cursed: "How dare you join forces to lie to me? Wait, I won't let you go!"

Zhang Xiaoshan shrank his head, while Bai Xi still looked confused. She picked up the note on the ground and opened it. She was shocked for a moment when she saw the words on it. She had never remembered such a note, and the handwriting was very unfamiliar. Could it be... …

She raised her eyes and met Xia Lingge's eyes. Xia Lingge blinked and gave her a kind smile. Bai Xi lay limply on the ground with a white face: "It's over..."

The chanter's gaze swept across Bai Xi and Zhang Xiaoshan, and finally fell on Xia Lingge: "My child, I'm sorry for the previous doubts. Your sincerity can be learned from heaven and earth, and God will bless you."

Xia Lingge smiled: "Thank you to the gods for their blessing. In addition, I also hope that the gods can give me something more substantial."

Possibly the first time he heard such a blatant request, the chanter's voice choked up: "My child...what do you want? But please allow me to make it clear that the position of the Great Saint will not be given to anyone at the moment."

It turns out that monsters also stab in the back.

Xia Lingge said: "No, I have never thought about the position of a great saint. I only want a simple privilege."

"What a privilege."

"The privilege of not being punished even if I don't return to work on time."

This kind of privilege, which is similar to being lazy, is indeed insignificant compared with the right to deal with others at will.

The chanter's six pupils stared at her for a moment. Xia Lingge's expression remained unchanged, and even the frequency of his heartbeat did not change.

"Okay, my boy."

The chanter stretched out his fingertips and touched her forehead: "I hope you will not disappoint the gods again."

[God’s blessing: No longer restricted by regulations, you can freely enter and exit any scene in the castle]

Xia Lingge smiled lightly.

After the reciter left, Zhang Xiaoshan and Bai Xi had not yet calmed down. Xia Lingge glanced at them and turned towards the [Confinement Room].

……

The smell of blood brought by the spikes became stronger and stronger. Si Cheng lay flat on the ground, not daring to move. The candles burning on the wall had been knocked down and extinguished when the wall fell. The surroundings were dark. He didn't know how far away the spikes were from him. The distance may be very far, but he may die in the next second.

This uncertain danger tormented him. Si Cheng slowed down his breathing and tried his best to control his blood and heartbeat that were accelerating too fast. He had to stay steady and not scare himself to death before the spikes fell.

(End of this chapter)