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

Xiao Huai frowned, took the stone, and stared at it.

His name was repeatedly engraved on the stone, disorderly yet with a strange pattern.

The moment his fingertips touched the stone, he felt an indescribable chill spreading along his palm and reaching his heart.

"What is this?" Xiao Huai raised his eyes.

Lu Qian lowered his voice and said seriously, "It's called Siming."

Siming, a stone protected by a large number of NPCs in the player's standby world.

The players didn't understand why the NPC wanted to protect the stone, but Lu Qian told Xiao Huai the reason.

"The eighteenth floor dungeon won't be unlocked." Lu Qian took a deep breath, looked at Xiao Huai solemnly, and spoke at a faster pace. "You must have Sima Ming to unlock the eighteenth floor. And you can see the current situation - the floor limit has been broken."

When he said this, his Adam's apple moved up and down, as if he was still considering his next words, but because time was running out, he continued without hesitation:

"Xiao Huai, you are the one chosen by Siming. As long as you die, Siming's name will be rewritten."

Lu Qian stared at Xiao Huai with a hint of urgency and anxiety in his eyes. His voice was low and rapid: "So, no matter what, you must take this life stone."

"Is Xiao Huai going straight to the 18th floor dungeon now?" Nangong An's voice was filled with obvious dissatisfaction, and his tone was cold and hard. "Do you know how dangerous this is?"

Although the eighteenth-level copy is the most dangerous place in the game, if only Xiao Huai can enter, it may be possible to avoid more external interference.

But such an assumption is obviously too idealistic.

"No." Lu Qian shook his head, his tone becoming more serious. "He can't go directly to the eighteenth floor. He must pass the first two levels before he can obtain the basic qualifications to enter the eighteenth floor. Otherwise, even with Sima Ming, the eighteenth floor will not be opened to him."

Chen Chong narrowed her eyes, her tone tinged with suspicion, "Where did you get this information?"

Lu Qian's expression instantly turned serious, "I saw it with my own eyes."

"What did you see?" Nangong An's tone was cold, and he obviously didn't believe it easily.

"Notes of the last player who entered the eighteenth floor." When Lu Qian whispered this, the whole atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment.

"That notebook..." He paused, "I had just finished reading it when it spontaneously combusted."

There was silence all around, with only the occasional sound of wind passing by my ears.

Lu Qian knew that his words sounded like an absurd lie, and he could even feel the suspicious eyes falling on him.

But at this moment, Xiao Huai spoke, his tone calm and firm: "I believe you."

Lu Qian's eyes suddenly widened and his pupils shrank slightly.

He thought that no one would ever say this, especially in this situation, where anyone's identity might be suspected.

Sang Zhi can disguise herself as anyone.

But Xiao Huai believed him without hesitation.

Just because he is Lu Qian.

Xiao Huai would not recognize the wrong partner.

Xiao Huai held Sima Ming tightly. He seemed to see a nebula of a game copy, as if Sima Ming was guiding him forward.

"Since they want to kill me, let's meet in the game."

Only when I leave will you be safe.

Xiao Huai turned and left with a faint smile on his face.

The wind blew, ruffling his hair and stirring up countless unfinished words.

Behind him, Nangong An couldn't help but shout, "Xiao Huai!"

He stopped, without looking back, but raised his hand, as if waving goodbye, or as if reminding them not to follow him.

"Take care." Xiao Huai's voice drifted in the wind.

Behind him, everyone was silent.

That disappearing figure became an insurmountable dividing line between them.

The monsters in the game hall seemed to have received guidance and all became their protectors.

They all knew who had done this.

After Xiao Huai's figure completely disappeared from sight, Lu Qian lowered his head and leaned weakly against the wall, his voice low and suppressed:

"I lied."

Just four short words, but they exploded in the air like thunder.

Nangong An's face darkened when he heard this. He endured the pain and suddenly grabbed Lu Qian's collar and pushed him against the wall. His eyes were cold and sharp:

"What do you mean?"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Lu Qian's mouth, and his voice was light:

"Literally, I lied."

Chen Chong was not as impulsive as Nangong An. He closed his eyes, and after a moment, his eyes were slightly blue, as if he was peeping into some unknown secret.

The next second, his body shook and his pupils suddenly constricted, as if he had seen something incredible.

When he opened his eyes again, the blue light had disappeared.

He didn't say much, just walked to Nangong An and whispered, "He did the right thing."

Nangong An's hand paused, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he still slowly let go of Lu Qian.

Lu Qian straightened his ruffled collar and said, "This is for you."

A notebook.

"Aren't you..." saying that it has spontaneously combusted?

But Nangong An still took it and started to look through it.

When he finished reading it, his brows relaxed a little.

"Since there's no turning back, let's go all the way."

Xiao Huai will never come back.

Once Sima Ming returns to the hands of the destined person, he will guide him to the eighteenth level.

Lu Qian looked up at this chaotic standby world.

"We must hold on until that day comes, no matter how hard we try."

We may not be able to reach the end, but at least we can give him a push and help him break through this web.

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"Welcome to the God's Horror Game. We are connecting you to the sixteenth-level game copy—"

"The Princes Played with Fire"

"The Gods Live Room is starting up and has automatically connected to the live pool."

Greed effect duration: 25 days

"Sizzle..."

The system sound suddenly stopped.

"Si Ming Binding Successfully"

"I wish you good luck in the game, Xiao Huai"

Xiao Huai woke up from a soft couch, but the scene before him was completely different from the familiar modern society.

A silk curtain hangs over the carved sandalwood bed frame, and through the gauze blowing in the breeze, one can vaguely see a spacious and luxurious ancient-style room.

The exquisitely carved bronze lamp holder emits a soft light, a few branches of exotic and fragrant flowers that have never been seen before are inserted in the blue and white porcelain vase, and the air is filled with a light sandalwood scent.

He looked down at himself. He was wearing a loose ancient pajamas. The material was smooth and delicate, with a little bit of coolness.

He reached out to touch his shoulder, but suddenly touched soft long hair.

He frowned, and then saw a long black hair like a waterfall hanging from his head to the bottom of the soft couch, scattered all over the bed.

Is this hair...my own?

Xiao Huai didn't react at all. A pair of scissors appeared in his hand. He grabbed the hair and cut it off with one stroke.

However, the next second, the cut hair instantly returned to his head and fell back to its original length without any signs of breakage.

He tried again, and with a flick of the knife, the long hair returned to its original shape without even a hint of change.

The system prompt sounds.

[Your identity is: Marquis of Heng State—Marquis Qinglan]