It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Chen Chong breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm afraid we'll both die here. If you die here, Meimei will definitely not let me go..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and he mentioned Jiang Wenmei's name as usual.

Finally, the expression on his face turned into a faint smile, "So, I'm glad you're okay."

I wanted to say a lot of things, but later I found that those five words were enough.

"I'm glad you're okay."

Xiao Huai silently handed him a potion, stood up and patted his shoulder gently.

"You'll be fine, too."

The group battle actually lasted only a few minutes, and only a few people participated in the sneak attack.

However, most of the players were peeping in secret. They watched almost the entire process and saw the extremely terrifying lotus fire.

They... have no chance of winning at all.

Why rush forward and seek death without knowing your own limitations?

There is still time now. Instead of wasting time on impossible things, you might as well find the question cards quickly. Every point counts.

Only at this time did they understand what it meant to be an enemy.

No one wants to be last.

Xiao Huai's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the gazes from around him disappeared.

He then took a deep breath.

People are like this, they bully the weak and fear the strong, and they dare not act rashly if they see the slightest display of strength.

The Deadly Lotus entered its cooling period, but once displayed, those people would be too scared to launch a sneak attack.

Time left to game end: 43 minutes.

Number of players: 11.

For the two teams at the bottom, how easy is it to make a comeback?

Especially when there are only one or two people left in the bottom two teams.

It’s okay to lose points if you fail to answer the question card, but there will be punishment later.

The punishment was not terrible at first.

At first, it was just some minor punishments, such as a few small cuts on the body. The pain was not strong, just a little discomfort.

For those players who have been through many battles, these punishments are like a drop in the ocean, insignificant.

However, as time went on, the punishments gradually became more and more terrible.

Some people began to feel the pain in their bones, and even the sound of flesh tearing became increasingly clear.

The coldness penetrated into their bones, and every breath they took affected the wounds inside their bodies, making them suffer excruciating pain.

It's better to be alive than dead.

It was like being in hell and being tortured alive.

They were scared, really scared. They were afraid to participate in the game and even afraid to answer the questions.

The funny thing is, this isn't a place where they're allowed to escape.

Everywhere is filled with ugly, disgusting and dangerous creatures.

You can escape one disaster, but you can’t escape the second one.

After four hours of persistence, most people have lost hope.

The two teams at the bottom of the rankings have given up directly. They are trying to live a little more fulfillingly in the final time.

They waited and waited, and finally the system prompt sounded.

That is the sentence of death and the end of despair.

Finally, I don’t have to worry anymore.

Perhaps, dying here is also a kind of relief.

"Game Ending"

"The final ranking has been determined."

The cold system sound echoed in the air, the poisonous fog completely dissipated, and black magic circles appeared at the feet of the players.

In the final moments, the players seemed quiet.

Someone sat on the ground, looking down at his bloody hands.

Some people murmured to themselves: "Maybe it should have ended long ago... Maybe this is the best destination."

The despair and fatigue in his eyes had already buried all desire to survive.

There is nothing to be ashamed of if you give up struggling.

In this thriller game, they came to a position that was neither up nor down - the eighth floor.

Going up, there is no hope; going down, there is endless torture.

In order to survive, they have done countless dirty things and made countless dark choices.

At this moment, on the brink of death, I felt an indescribable sense of healing.

Perhaps because of the approach of death, a strange calmness arose in their hearts.

"Congratulations to the eight survivors. You will rest in a safe place for one night."

There was a gentle sound of bells in my ears, as if coming from a distant place.

Looking up, I saw light snow falling from the sky, and the world gradually sank into tranquility.

In that quiet atmosphere, the bodies of some people were gradually enveloped by a soft light and slowly disappeared from the spot.

When they opened their eyes again, they were no longer in the gloomy forest, but in a sea of ​​roses.

The snow still did not stop falling, and the white flowers turned into frost.

The pure white floats silently into the sea of ​​flowers, delicate and light, like wings, like a gentle hug.

It gently covers the rose, causing the petals to tremble as it melts.

That is the rose's response, that is the hidden passion, that is the undercurrent flame.

Red and white, snow and flowers, death and rebirth, heaven and hell.

Not far away, a villa lit with warm candlelight stands above the sea of ​​flowers.

That was a resting place prepared for them.

Such a contrast evokes an indescribable emotion in people's hearts, where extreme beauty and hidden danger are intertwined.

Escape, fear, and greed all become meaningless at this moment. Under this miraculous beauty, the soul seems to have gained a brief relief.

A girl who had lost all her friends knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was crying hoarsely and could hardly bear it anymore.

Why! Why is the price of survival so high? Is this the fate of these players?

A cold wind blew through the sea of ​​roses, and the petals swayed gently in the moonlight.

Xiao Huai raised his eyes slightly, and a shadow in the distance came into view.

Chaos was walking slowly towards the moonlight, his long silver-white hair fluttering in the night wind, like silk and extremely cool.

The bright red devil mask covered his face. He was barefoot with a golden anklet tied around his ankle. A small bell hung on the chain, making a crisp tinkling sound with every step he took.

The ringing of the bell echoed in this silent sea of ​​flowers, so ethereal that it penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The pressure of the gods spread silently, and rose petals fluttered down at his feet with the snow, but it was as if they had touched a taboo and turned into dust in an instant.

Chaos's invisible pressure made the people around him lower their heads, and even an unintentional glance at him made them frightened.

They were afraid, afraid of Chaos, afraid of everything about him.

Only Xiao Huai was looking at him quietly in this sea of ​​red and white.

Look at the lonely man.

He never looked away from the beginning to the end.

The wind blew across his forehead, and the bonds of fate collided silently at this moment.

The moment they looked at each other, they crossed the abyss of fate and transcended the shackles of space.

An unspoken connection is etched deep within the soul.

Chaos never stopped, and Xiao Huai never looked away.

The two people seem to be standing on the two ends of the scales of fate. When one of them moves towards the other, the scales symbolizing fate and order will completely collapse.

Xiao Huai looked at him, his heart trembling inexplicably, as if they had met countless times before.

And he is always waiting for his reunion.

It's snowing again, and it's a snowy day again.

Did he get the person he wanted this time, or not?

……