The Trial Game of Life

"You don't want to kill Chi Yan, right?" The mouse easily read Baz's identity from Zheng Yingying's heart. He blinked and scanned the place covered by the trench, saying, "But I just refreshed the mission, the mission needs So many people are going to die, and Chi Yan wants to protect them, and he certainly doesn’t want to leave. And because there are children here, he is even more reluctant to leave."

When the words fell, Chi Yan's head buzzed. The white robe not only gave out his real name, but also shook the children's existence out as if he knew everything.

He immediately gave birth to a guess, but at this moment, the mouse said again: "But it is best to use a child to sacrifice, because their soul is more pure, just like the royal family did before."

With a snap, the string in Chi Yan's head broke, "Mouse!"

"It's me." The mouse admitted generously. "But I am now the white priest. You will call me the priest."

"How can you say something like that?"

"What did I say?"

The mouse replied, so Chi Yan got stuck. He finally found something wrong. The mouse was able to talk to him normally, and his normality seemed to be the biggest abnormality.

"What's wrong with you?" Chi Yan's eyes widened.

"I'm fine." The mouse answered him like this, and then gave a step to the right, asking: "Are you going? I can let you go."

How can Chi Yan leave, he can now finally infer Zheng Yingying's identity. After all, among the Yanyun team, only Zheng Yingying might protect him. He couldn't just watch Zheng Yingying go further and further on that road, and he couldn't leave so many cute little Douding.

"Yingying." Chi Yan looked at Zheng Yingying with help.

"If you want to save those people, save yourself." Zheng Yingying's answer was cold and ruthless. "I don't want to kill you, but if you don't leave, then we can only be enemies."

Chi Yan felt crazy and excited: "Why should I do this? I never understood, I couldn't figure it out. If you want to resurrect the river, tell me! Even if I'm stupid, I can't help it, Brother Tang will There is a way! Jianghe must also hope you are alive, right? Even if you really resurrected him in the end, does he hope to see the present situation? There are obviously better ways and better roads, why not work? Why not? We are not the three Musketeers on April Fool's Day? You also saved Qian Wei, you clearly—"

"I beg you for help, you saved me this time, and then?" Zheng Yingying cut off his words.

Without waiting for Chi Yan to answer, she continued to ask, "Do I have to pray for you to save me? The first time, the second time, the third time... I thought I had taken my destiny in my hands, but no. "

Chi Yan seemed to have pressed the freeze button and took a deep breath. All words were blocked in his throat. Zheng Yingying looked at his red eyes, clenching the hand holding the Unknown Blade under his cloak, "I can't save a river."

"You have been persuading me, Jianghe also hopes that I can live like an ordinary girl, I tried hard, but the result? My life is cheap, it is not worth having a good end, does not deserve to have hope? Is I not working hard enough Do you not pay enough? Who is innocent and who is guilty in this world? After I die, are those who are still alive retaliated? Or is it just me who died and lived alive and desperately wanted to be a good person?"

Zheng Yingying rarely said such a long list of words, his voice was rough, and he poked like a knife into Chi Yan's heart, making him feel out of breath.

But this is not over yet. Zheng Yingying seems to want to say all the words that have been backlogged for a long time. She asked again: "What is the standard of a good person? What is the standard of an ordinary girl? What kind of life should she live and can live? What kind of life do you know?"

Chi Yan shook his head desperately, tears bursting out of his eyes, but Zheng Yingying suddenly smiled, "Look, in the end, only we are here to hurt each other."

If the previous paragraph is a heart-cutting knife, this last sentence is like an arrow piercing the soul. At this moment, Chi Yan's conviction has been shaken a little bit, because he didn't know what to do.

Zheng Yingying stretched out the hand holding the nameless blade and said, "I don't want any hope at all. Yongye City won't let me live a good life, then I'm going to kill a **** road and never die. Let open."

Chi Yan won't let it.

He pursed his mouth, the mecha suit in the magic robe was slightly funny, and his heart was a mess. He couldn't refute Zheng Yingying's words, and he didn't seem to have a position to refute, but he just thought he couldn't let it go.

He had no way to treat the children behind him as an optional copy of npc. It didn't matter if they died, everything was only for customs clearance. Maybe some people can do it, but he can't.

More importantly, Chi Yan felt that if he gave up, then there would be no way to recover everything. As long as he takes a step back, a rift will split between him and Zheng Yingying, and there is no possibility of repair.

Zheng Yingying gave up hope, but Chi Yan did not want to give up on her. He had no other choice but to be stubborn.

The two sides gathered together, dozens to hundreds, but the strength was inversely proportional to the number. Chi Yan can use hundreds of fireballs and wind blades to kill ordinary Rose sect members, but he can definitely not stop the top ten of the two red lists.

The strength of the silver armor guards and teachers in the country of Yueyin is generally lagging behind the rose sect. Ordinary people have no chance of winning against the desperate. In such a short period of time, it is impossible for Xiaodouding to escape. Fear, nervousness, and emotions flooded their brains, making them hold the staff and sword in their hands, and regarded Chi Yan as the hero to save them.

Little Jack gritted his teeth, and climbed over the trench to Chi Yan. He held a small sword bravely and glared at the enemy, but his hand was still shaking.

Chi Yan looked down at him and was so moved by his heart that he asked himself—

How can he make it?

"I won't let it. I won't let you kill you." Chi Yan stared at Zheng Yingying with a firm tone.

Because their conversation did not avoid the existence of Yongye City, the system sounded a warning in their ears, and the faint thunder came from outside. Just wait for them to foul, then the thunder will come off.

Zheng Yingying also seemed a little angry, and at this moment, the mouse suddenly said, "Someone is coming."

This sentence is like a switch, instantly opening the battle.

Zheng Yingying flicked her hands with a few darts attacking a guard who was closest to her. The figure was like a ghost, immediately bypassing Chi Yan and striking the man's throat. The rest of the Rose sect did not give up too much, and finally waited until the two priests started, and immediately rushed over like a fierce beast at the gate.

Chi Yan is an agitated spirit. Where Gu can catch up with Zheng Yingying, the black ring of his wrist triggers instantly, turning into a mecha device to wrap his arm. He fell with one punch on one knee, "Bang!"

What he smashed was not the enemy, but another part of the props he had buried in advance. The prop exploded in the enemy group, and Chi Yan immediately turned to hug Jack and threw him to the nearby guards, and then pulled out a card and threw it at Zheng Yingying.

[In the Mirror] One of the cards in the modern poetry series, as the name suggests, shuts the player into the mirror for 15 minutes. The specific effect depends on the player's own strength.

With Emperor Ou's luck, Zheng Yingying failed to escape this card, and instantly turned into a small silver mirror held on the ground. Chi Yan was overjoyed, but he dared not rush over to pick it up, fearing that Zheng Yingying would rush out of him in a second, so he took a sharp turn under his feet and killed the mouse.

Mind reading is good for aura of good luck, which one wins or loses?

Facts have proved that Chi Yan's luck is really not good today.

The mouse didn't fight, but he could escape almost all the attacks accurately. Even when he retreated, there were two Rose sects behind him who killed him, cooperating with the subtlety, and forced Chi Yan to retreat.

His unicorn arm is known as the gold right hand, with good luck buffs and crit buffs, but it must be close enough. And at this moment, the mouse said "someone is coming", and this "someone" finally arrived.

I saw the cold light flash, a knight's sword slammed through, pierced through the chest of a rose sect magician, and still cast off, bringing a string of blood beads and staring directly at the ground.

The long sword buzzed, and the hilt was still shaking. Tang Cuo arrived at the back of the foot, a flip fell to the ground, pulled out a long sword, turned around and killed another person.

"Brother!" Chi Yan was excited like a long time no reunion.

"Retreat." Tang Cuo strode over him, and the Holy Light shield shot, promptly saving the two Xiao Douding who were forced out of the trench. Seeing this, Chi Yan quickly escorted them back, without a few steps, someone came again.

Celtic, Rong Yi, also arrived here with a team of Ivy League players.

At this point, the situation was completely reversed. The people of the Rose sect were killed by Chi Yan and Tang Cuo, but the strength of the Ivy League has soared. Such changes made Chi Yan's mood as exciting as riding a roller coaster.

"Oh, Zheng Yingying!" Chi Yan slapped his brain and hurriedly looked in the direction of the mirror landing. The two sides were separated by a hundred meters, but the sound of the mirror shattered clearly into Chi Yan's ears.

A guard saw that Zheng Yingying was locked in the mirror and wanted to destroy the mirror with his sword, but he had just grabbed the hilt and wanted to stab the sword. The mirror suddenly shattered, and a hand holding a dagger was extended from it. First stabbed him in the leg, and then used his strength to pull the whole person out of the mirror, with a backhand—

Cut the throat.

Chi Yan's eyes widened, and a "bang" behind him startled him again. He hurriedly turned around and saw the rose bombs blooming in series, and the sweeping smoke smudged his face.

"Bah bah!" He spit out the dirt in his mouth and looked at it again. A few remaining members of the Rose sect were standing in front of the mouse to make the final struggle. What about the mouse?

The mouse crossed his hands with his fingers and placed it on his chest. As he slowly closed his eyes, a red dot appeared on the eyebrows, which added a little bit of Buddha nature to his face that looked like a magic stick.

Chi Yan had a great alarm bell in his heart, and he recognized the red dot. It is said that there is such a cinnabar in the eyebrow of the mouse after washing away the oil paint. He now pretends to be the principal priest in white, but cinnabar reappears--

skill!

This is a skill!

I saw that the cinnabar of the mouse's eyebrows became more and more red, and when he separated his hands, a round of red sun gradually rose behind his back, dazzling.

Tang Cuo and Rong Yi stopped at the same pace, because they found that all their skills were not available at this moment. Especially Tang Cuo, he knew more and thought more, so he frowned slightly.

"Who are you?" he asked quietly.

"Brother, this is a mouse!" Chi Yan answered quickly. But Tang Cuo did not accept this answer. He stared at the mouse and asked again: "Who are you?"

The mouse looked at him, "Have you guessed it?"

Tang Cuo: "The city of bliss, the red sun hangs high. You indicate that the king is the sun of the Yongye city, are you the Ming king?"

"You are half right." The mouse also looked up at the round of the sun, with a hint of nostalgia and sadness in his eyes, but more of a mockery, "Ming Wang is just a hoax."

In Yongye City, k eating fresh grapes told Zhang San about the long past.

"Ming Wang, he is called Ming Wang. But that is not his real name. What his real name was has been deliberately forgotten, and no one cared. He became King Ming, just because in Yongye City at that time, some people felt that Yong The Night City needs such a spiritual symbol and a sun hung high in the sky. So anyone can be the Ming King, because no one can be a true Ming King, and the Ming King simply does not exist."

Zhang San opened his mouth in amazement, "Is this okay?"

K took a sip of wine and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why not? They succeeded. They picked mice from countless people and finally built the city of bliss."