Traveling through another world as a sacrifice

Chapter 117 The Handsome Shooter
"Stand back, everyone, and look at me." The young man has an exquisite face, shoulder-length green hair that is calm and unmoving, emerald-green eyes that are shining, and his silhouette is very soft. He is both handsome and handsome. With the softness of a woman, these two extreme attributes perfectly converge on one person to form a special charm that neither men nor women can resist.

The young man is like a dazzling diamond. As soon as he appeared on the stage, he attracted everyone's attention, envy, amazement, admiration, jealousy... All kinds of eyes gathered on him. It seemed that the young man was only twelve or thirteen years old, but he seemed Already accustomed to such gazes from around him, his perfect lips rose slightly, forming a sneer arc.

"You can't run away..." He murmured softly as if he was talking to himself, the young man narrowed his pupils slightly, his green eyes shot out a sharp light, and he untied a bow and arrow that was half a person's height from his back , the long sleeves and white fingers are as delicate as a girl's, but such a pair of hands can easily draw the bow and arrow that makes adults regret it.

Shooting the arrow, drawing the bow, aiming, these actions may not feel much to an ordinary person, but to a teenager, they are as smooth as flowing clouds and water. Every movement of his is so perfect, and his gestures exude an age-unsuitable air. cruelty.

"Whew~" The moment the fingers were released, the arrow feathers that had already been ready to go were like lightning, and they shot towards the running figure in front with the momentum of thunder. There was a puffing sound in the air, such a speed is definitely not something humans can dodge.

"This feeling is..." Wang Xiaoyu who was running suddenly felt the danger of suffocation. The muscles of her whole body tensed, and all the blood rushed to her brain. At that moment, she smelled the smell of death.

Everything was like a slow motion, the air began to freeze, Wang Xiaoyu felt her breath pause, she turned around, and clearly saw a bow and arrow with a breath of death shooting at herself, at that moment, time seemed to freeze, Wang Xiaoyu Xiaoyu saw all her experiences since she was a child.

Those pictures are like recorded discs, and they are reflected in front of my eyes one after another. Perhaps this is what people often say, when Wang Xiaoyu is about to die, Roy's disdainful eyes appear in the last scene of the camera. It was because of such a look that Wang Xiaoyu ignited a huge force to survive.

"No, I can't die yet!" At the very moment, anger turned into the power of his body, Wang Xiaoyu turned sideways slightly, causing the arrow feathers to deviate a little bit, and it was this little distance that made death pass by.

"Pfft." A bloody sword shot out from his chest, Wang Xiaoyu's body was thrown forward by the huge impact of the arrow, but the matter was not over, the remaining impact of the arrow took his body deep into the snow Underground dirt.

"Ah!" Wang Xiaoyu screamed, she lay face down on the icy snow, warm and bright red blood flowed out continuously like free tap water, white blood dyed red and white snow , like the datura flower in hell, beautiful and deadly.

Not far away, the onlookers saw this scene and danced happily. People surrounded the heroes and cheered for the victory just now. No one cared about the perpetrator's life or death. People were immersed in great joy.

"Charles, you are amazing." People looked at the green-haired boy in front of them passionately, and their admiration turned into countless praises. People were impressed by the boy's superb skills, and they were even more grateful for the boy's help just now.

Just when people were cheering, in the forgotten corner of the snow, Wang Xiaoyu endured the severe pain and clenched her hands tightly. She bit her lip and slowly got up from the ground. But it is like the top ten tortures in the Qing Dynasty, and it hurts to move even a little bit.

The arrow just now nailed her body to the ground, so if she wanted to escape here, she had to pull the arrow out of her chest from the soil. It was very easy to do it with hands, but at this moment, she couldn't use her hands.Because the body is too close to the ground.

Just as Wang Xiaoyu was working hard, the young man surrounded by everyone not far away seemed to notice something, and suddenly looked towards this side with a pair of green eyes.

"Charles, what's the matter?" People looked curiously at the young man named Charles, and when they saw Charles walking towards the direction where the criminal fell to the ground, they all followed and surrounded him.

When Wang Xiaoyu heard the approaching footsteps behind her, she was extremely anxious. If the other party found out that she was still alive, she might make up for it, and then she would really be dead.

The so-called revenge of a good man, ten years is not too late, if you keep the green hills, you are not afraid of running out of firewood, as long as you can escape today's catastrophe, Wang Xiaoyu swears, she will definitely pay back the pain one day!

"No, I can't fall down here. Alan is still waiting for me to save me." Wang Xiaoyu knew that she didn't have much time. She looked down at the arrow pierced deep into the ground. Stand back.

The pain, the pain that went deep into the bone marrow, Wang Xiaoyu felt the cells of her whole body trembling, she swore that she had never tasted such pain since she grew up, it was an indescribable feeling.It's like someone cut your flesh alive with a knife.

The arrowhead that was inserted deep into the soil was pulled out, Wang Xiaoyu ignored the pain in her body, she took heavy steps, and ran forward desperately, every step would make more blood flow from the wound.

"Oh my god, she's not dead!" The people who thought Wang Xiaoyu was dead screamed in surprise. Although there are no ghosts and legends in this era, seeing a person who was stabbed in the chest and survived is definitely something that makes people happy. appalling thing.

"Hmph, she can't escape." Charles snorted coldly. He raised his bow and arrow again and tightened the bowstring. When he was aiming, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the sky.

The wind came very suddenly, and it was also very strong. This sudden strong wind blew off the snow on the nearby eaves. Thick snowflakes fell from the sky, like a layer of white gauze in front of us, foggy and white Indistinct.

Confused, Charles saw the running figure staggering in front of him. The wind blew off the cotton and linen on the man's head, revealing a strand of ink-like hair. Charles was taken aback by the unique color. He only heard about the former priest and the current one. The priest has black hair, could it be that...

What happened just now was like a flash in the pan. When Charles came to his senses, Wang Xiaoyu was no longer in sight. If it wasn't for the blood stains left on the ground, he would suspect that everything just now was a dream.

After escaping from the danger, Wang Xiaoyu stumbled all the way back to the residence, and did not relax her tense spirit until she entered the house. The escape all the way caused her to lose a lot of blood, so at this moment, she suddenly felt very tired, and her vision began to blur , the eyelids are getting heavy...

"Hiss." Wang Xiaoyu bit the tip of her tongue forcefully, the smell of blood dispelled a trace of tiredness, she leaned on the wall with one hand, and staggered to the kitchen behind the house.

The kitchen is nothing more than a room with a size of only ten square meters. There is a rough stove inside, which is covered with a layer of cobwebs because it has not been used for a long time.

Wang Xiaoyu reached out to brush off the dust on the stove. She bent down and picked up some dry wood from the ground and threw it in. Seeing that it was almost done, Wang Xiaoyu thought of starting a fire, but she didn't find anything like a fire after looking for a long time. thing.

"I won't be so weak..." Wang Xiaoyu suddenly had an urge to die, she ran back to cook the medicine enduring the excruciating pain, but at this critical moment, there was no fire?God, don't bring such a playful person.

Wang Xiaoyu was depressed for a while, but she still couldn't stop searching. It's not her style to give up easily. After searching for a while, Wang Xiaoyu finally found two strange stones in the corner of the stove.

This stone is about the size of a palm, and its color is quite special. Its edges are very smooth. It doesn't look like a pebble or an ordinary stone. Wang Xiaoyu stared at the stone for a long time, and when he was about to throw it away, he suddenly thought of the legendary Flintstones.

Flint is a special stone that can emit sparks through friction. Wang Xiaoyu stared at the stone for a long time. The more he looked at it, the more it looked like flint. With the mentality of giving it a try, Wang Xiaoyu picked up two quick stones and rubbed them , Hearing a chirp, a little spark burst out in front of his eyes.

"Haha, it's saved." Wang Xiaoyu was overjoyed at the discovery in front of her. She didn't expect her guess to be true. She picked up the flint and rubbed it hard again, and the sparks became a little bigger, but it wasn't enough to ignite the firewood.

"Hiss...it hurts." When Wang Xiaoyu was about to try it for the third time, the severe pain in her chest made her arms go numb, and the flint fell from her palm to the ground in two seconds.

"My stone..." Wang Xiaoyu stretched out her hand to grab the rolling stone, but she forgot that her body was still injured. Such a large movement instantly aggravated the friction of the wound, and the contraction of the muscles made the arrow move faster. Going deeper, Wang Xiaoyu only felt a piercing pain.

"I'm sorry, Alan..." This was Wang Xiaoyu's last thought before she fell into a coma. She felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and finally fell into endless darkness.

At the same moment in the Blessing Hall——
Roy was wearing a white robe representing the acting priest, and he was blessing the people. This was originally Wang Xiaoyu's job, but because someone was absent, Roy could only do these things for him.

Only a few people knew about Wang Xiaoyu's disappearance. Roy claimed that Wang Xiaoyu was unwell. This reason was reasonable, and almost no one doubted it.

Just now, when Roy was about to give a blessing to a believer, he suddenly felt a piercing pain. The pain came very quickly, but it disappeared in an instant, so quickly that Roy couldn't help wondering if it was hallucinations.

"Master of Ceremonies, are you okay?" The adjutant looked at Roy worriedly. Seeing that Roy's face was not looking well, he couldn't help but take a step forward. He just wanted to reach out to help him, but then remembered Roy's eccentricity. So awkwardly froze in mid-air.

"I'm fine..." Roy held his chest with his left hand. He looked up at the sky, as if thinking of something, his face changed. He left the half-blessed believers and walked quickly to the door.Such abrupt behavior made everyone startled.

When he reached the door, Roy suddenly turned his head, and said to the adjutant, "I'm a little unwell, and I'll leave the next thing to you." After speaking, he left without looking back.

(End of this chapter)