Become a villain after transmigrating into an infinite game

Chapter 133 Exchange
"Brother Daochang, is the weakness of visceral energy serious?"

"Say it's big or not, say it's small or not."

Seeing that Quan Heng didn't reply to the message, Song Jingyun chose some dishes on his own, "Warm nurturing is definitely possible, but the premise of warm nurturing is to calm down and avoid thinking, can she?"

No, you even have to look at both ends.

"Can't the special items be used?" Mu Jing closely followed Song Jingyun's footsteps, "My sister can still connect to Bian Yu's physical condition."

"The special items are all emergency items, they can restore the state after eliminating the damage, they can't replenish Qi and deficiency, and they can't restore HP." Song Jingyun thought about it, "Maybe there are, but I have bad hands all the year round, so I haven't gotten them."

"Drawing cards..." Mu Jing murmured, "I haven't drawn one before, but I will try my best."

"Actually, her body isn't that bad, it's just a bit beyond my expectation. And this loss is probably related to physical skills. Quan Heng's body needs to be trained to be above average physical skills, so I don't know how to toss myself..."

Song Jingyun put the dishes into the thermos and sighed slightly: "Quan Heng is consciously making up for it. There are quite a few top doctors around her, so don't worry about it."

"Actually, I don't agree with the lifting of the shackles, because once the branding fails, her body will return to its original state, or even collapse. And I always feel..."

Song Jingyun pursed her lips and frowned slightly: "I always feel that the use of this brand is not unrestrained, and I have a bad feeling."

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"Preparation players will not unlock Ekhi, which does not conform to the distribution mechanism of audition maps"

In the ward, the sound of machinery can be heard.

"Of course the reserve players won't, but I will. As for the audition mechanism..."

Quan Heng smiled lowly:

"I browsed most of the posts on the forum about the experience of audition maps - police, secret agents, interrogation experts, Sanda champions, forensic butchers and other occupations. The average difficulty of their audition maps is higher than that of white-collar workers, teachers, students and other occupations.

"Not only that, among players who have committed crimes, it is more difficult for high IQ criminals than for poor criminals. Also, it is more difficult for those who tend to kill than cowards, and the map for mental patients is more difficult than for normal people. Make achievements in the secular assessment The difficulty of their maps is greater than that of ordinary people, no matter what means they use to get to the top.

Quan Heng pressed his fingers together and placed them on his lap, "The distribution of audition maps is related to human performance."

He didn't get an answer, and Quan Heng didn't care:
"The IQ, psychological endurance, military strength, secular achievements, and world outlook displayed by the preparatory players in the human world are all within the scope of your investigation.

"You will draw a rough grade based on the comprehensive score, and then assign the audition map according to this grade. Of course, not all the reserve players, but the one with the highest rating among the reserve players - other players are just starters in your eyes. The "fuel" of the audition map. "

Qi Siming belongs to the normal way for players to enter, and will be suppressed and exclusive branded because of the audition map, but it will not affect the screening of "prepared players" by the frontier. The distribution standard is still based on Quan Heng's human world score.

But Quan Heng took the initiative to pull Sang Ting into the audition map, which is a rule-breaking smuggling, and Bianyu will use the abnormal score that Quan Heng was affected by as a standard, which is very likely to break the rules and open Ekhi.

Ekhi is too risky and too difficult.

If Quan Heng enters alone, he is still somewhat confident, but he has to bring a reserve player who has no experience, branding, or weapons...

"I'm very clear about my limit," Quan Heng said, "I might not die, but I can't keep Xiaoting."

Self-confidence and arrogance are also two different concepts. Quan Heng can let go of the gamble, but she can't ignore Sang Ting.

A red "eye" suddenly opened in the void, staring at Quan Heng.

"Are you going to express your anger by staring?"

Quan Heng leaned back in the chair, the corners of his lips curved, but there was no trace of emotion in his eyes: "You are deliberately testing me to see if I will give up the protection of the brand for Xiaoting - you are looking for my weakness, I Are you right?"

It is obviously against the rules for Bianyu to send Sangting to Keneq. It does not lack the idea of ​​stimulating players' potential to cooperate with Quanheng League, but it also has the mentality of finding out Quanheng's weakness and warning or even threatening.

The tragedy of a reserve player is understandable to Bian Yu. If Quan Heng hadn't given the Eighteen Sons to Sang Ting, then Sang Ting would either be dead or injured.

"Since you indirectly admitted the targeting," Quan Heng smiled, "then there is no need to discuss our cooperation."

The blood-colored eye turned, and the black tentacles spread out from around the pattern, quickly enveloping the small space where Quan Heng was.

Only the eye was glowing red in the thick darkness, the darkness under the eye was cracked, the sharp white teeth were exposed, and the cold light flickered.

——Like an anglerfish in the dark deep sea.

"exchange"

This sound broke away from the mechanical sound, and it was a vague and inaudible sound, but it became a chaotic noise when it entered the ears, and the real meaning was conveyed in the ravings.

Exchange - Quan Heng gave up the pursuit, and He gave compensation.

"Ahem...Okay."

Quan Heng covered his lips and coughed lowly, his nails dug into his flesh: "Who did Wu Jin enter Vlam to find?"

"Humans who illegally roam the monster world."

Humans who can roam the world of monsters, but let the demigods catch them?

"Let this man go."

She swallowed the sweet blood, and her voice was as calm as possible: "I want it."

The huge fangs bumped up and down in front of him, and the chaotic ravings were mixed with information.

"as you wish"

After the words fell, the tentacles in the isolated space shrank, and the light gradually shone in.

"Cough cough cough..."

Quan Heng bent over to pant, the eighteen sons on his wrist shone brightly.

[It has been detected that the linker is in contact with the border area...the body state in the border area has been loaded. ]
Quan Heng took out the wound medicine and sprayed it on the damaged ear, and the dizziness caused by the raving just now gradually subsided.

"In that space, even brand marks are banned." Quan Heng lowered his eyes, and rubbed the beads with his fingertips, "Eighteen sons can hurt the demigod, but they can't hurt the existence just now. Is it higher than the demigod's sequence?"

"No, I don't want to go into the incinerator..."

kiosk?

The young man's vague voice sounded, and Quan Heng immediately turned around and moved to the hospital bed.

Sang Ting clenched the bed sheet tightly, sweat broke out on his forehead, and the veins on his wrists were exposed: "No, don't...don't!"

The iron furnace for burning "waste" in the concentration camp burst into hot flames in front of him. Sang Ting suddenly opened his eyes, panted heavily, sat up, tears fell uncontrollably, and his hands trembled.

"Xiaoting." Quan Heng frowned slightly, "Look at me."

Sang Ting's dazed gaze slowly gathered, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Boss...?"

Quan Heng nodded: "I'm here."

In the next second, Quan Heng stretched out his hand to catch Sang Ting, who threw himself into his arms, and the boy hugged her tightly, tears falling down uncontrollably:
"Concentration camp, I dreamed that I was trapped by the group of people in the concentration camp, no... not people, but monsters. I was dragged into the incinerator by them. When I was about to die, the beads lit up..."

"Okay, okay," Quan Heng patted him on the back lightly, and whispered reassuringly, "I'm here, don't be afraid anymore."

"Cough cough."

The door was pushed open, Song Jingyun looked at the scene awkwardly: "Well, I didn't mean to see this child cry."

(End of this chapter)