You are an ordinary person, how do you survive in the Shura field

"Okay." You sighed as if resigned to fate, "You don't care about my life or death at all."

You think of the mafia who ordered you to be thrown into the bottom of the sea. Did he, like this man, look at you with such indifference?

The fingers of Su Nuo on both sides were sent to your mouth, and the man pinched your chin, trying to open your mouth and stuff his fingers in.

His rough fingers pressed against your skin, and when you met his excited eyes, a bold idea took shape in your mind, and you couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Xiao, quickly use the plug-in! "Well" can pause for a while, and when you come out of the dungeon--"

The system's yelling stopped abruptly.

A line of blood suddenly appeared, dyeing your school uniform red.

The finger of the man pinching your chin was cut off by a sharp weapon, and a sliver of silver light flew into the sky with a few fingers. Blood vessels were still attached to the broken part of the finger, and the dark red blood dripped down, and a few drops even splashed on your face.

"Ha." You laughed, "Is this the magician?"

If conjurers were all like that, you thought you'd be disappointed.

You thought of the man in line in front of you just now, and wondered what role he played in the magic world——

"You... why?! Why are you still moving?"

The tall and thin man looks terrified, his hand has not been retracted, you lower your eyes and see that the palm he touched you has become bare, like an old tree whose branches have been cut off, only a few branches are left. An ugly wound from which bright red blood gurgled down to your feet.

At the same time, the finger that flew into the sky also fell down.

A silver glow followed, and you stretched out your hand, and it fit right into your palm—it was a delicate scalpel.

It was this knife that cut off the man's finger.

"There's no need to tell you." You refused to answer his question, twisting the scalpel around your fingertips.

Your movements are very skilled, the blood stained on the knife flew to your face, you felt itchy at the corner of your mouth, and couldn't help sticking out the tip of your tongue to lick it.

The man's pupils tightened, and he looked at you as if he was looking at a monster, "I obviously used a spell..."

"Spell?" You tilted your head suspiciously.

Your question made him even more frightened, and he began to back away tremblingly, so you had no choice but to put away the scalpel and grab his wrist.

"Control the wrist, hold the opponent's shoulder with the other hand and press down, even the human body will be affected by leverage - when you put a hundred pounds of pressure on the opponent, destroy the opponent's balance, fall down It will be easy for the other party..."

The words that the teacher once said are ringing in your head.

With those words, you kicked the man in front of you to the ground, and the whole process only took a second.

The man hit the back of his head on the floor, his eyes were dazed, and he still hadn't realized what happened.

You smiled, squatted beside him, picked up your bloody fingers and approached him.

"Students with Polygonum cuspidatum will become double-faced containers if they eat their fingers? You are a genius of logic."

He realized what you were going to do and wanted to get up from the ground. You sneered, stepped on his body with your feet, and pinched his cheek to force him to open his mouth.

"Isn't it just eating a finger? Why are you panicking?"

Under his terrified eyes, you stuffed your bloody fingers into his mouth and covered his mouth tightly with your hands.

His violently trembling pupils reflected your bright smiling face.

"Is one enough? Do you want to add more?"

"Crazy, crazy..."

Foam of blood mixed with saliva sprayed from his mouth, and he pushed you away abruptly, stumbling out.

"Hi!" You called him on the spot.

Hearing your voice, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground again.

"vomit!!!!"

He stuck his hand down his throat, as if trying to dig out his stomach.

"Hmm..." You thought for a while, then took out the scalpel again.

"Ha chirp!"

A loud sneeze sounds behind you.

You turn around and see the tall man you saw before squatting on the railing of the roof, the black cloth that covered his eyes was torn off by him, and hung loosely around his neck.

He is looking at you.

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you:

A. It seems that I can't beat it, so pretend to be dizzy

B "What are you looking at? Have you ever seen someone else eat?"

C "Is there a tissue, come and help me wipe my face."