Become a villain after transmigrating into an infinite game

Chapter 188 The White Crow

"Fuck him, what's going on?!"

"What is Quan Heng's background? Where are we?!"

"Damn it! I was tricked! We must have fallen for that woman!"

The chaotic voices of people kept going, and the fish that slipped through the net took advantage of the chaos to escape and were investigated under surveillance without dead ends.

"Go to someone," the person under surveillance pressed on the communication Bluetooth, "in front of the dark corridor, and there will be no surveillance if you go any further."

Xiao Ning wiped the blood off her cheeks, and said coldly, "I'll go."

……

"Damn it, I'm here to make trouble, not to die, a bunch of fools. I'm still the smartest!"

The fleeing man stopped to take a few breaths, and tried to land on the border again.

[Ding!Unable to log in to the border area, the nearest landing point is 20 meters away. ]
"20 meters?"

The man tentatively walked around, gradually touched the door of the dark corridor according to the prompts, and was about to reach out to touch the wall——

"Crack! Boom—!"

Xiao Ning, who was attacking quickly, jumped up, swept her legs high in the air, and kicked the man to the ground with one kick!

The man rolled to the ground, hissed in a low voice, raised his hand to block Xiao Ning's leg sweeping attack again, and kicked Xiao Ning's leg violently.Xiao Ning grabbed the man's arm and got up with the strength of her waist, directly trapping the scissors legs!
The man grabbed Xiao Ning's leg desperately, his neck was in extreme pain, his face turned red, and he threw Xiao Ning down with all his might!
When Xiao Ning fell to the ground, the man seized the opportunity to kick her violently!
"Such a woman from all over the world still comes to fight, brother, I'm afraid I'll beat you to death."

The man looked at Xiao Ning who was backing away, and mocked with a little disdain, "Hurry up and go home and put on makeup, and find a man to have a baby! What are you doing with that lunatic Quan Heng?"

Xiao Ning indifferently shook the hair on her cheeks, revealing a terrifying long scar on her face.

"Hey, you still have such a long scar?" The man snorted in disgust, "Why is it so ugly? I don't think it's—"

"Oh!"

Xiao Ning leaped forward with one step, her movement was faster than before, and she punched the opponent's jaw! !

"Puff—cough cough cough!!"

The man's brain was stunned, he backed up again and again to support the wall, then pouted half a broken tooth, and said angrily: "You fucking little bitch."

Xiao Ning sneered, and attacked again. The man suddenly pulled out a steel ball gun from behind, and became angry from embarrassment:
"Let me go—"

A cold light flashed, and the flying blade cut off the man's finger holding the gun in an instant.

"Ahhh..." Blood splashed, and the steel ball gun fell to the ground.

"It's like a mad dog if you can't beat it. This kind of self-esteem that you can't afford to lose is really pitiful." An indifferent female voice sounded from behind.

"Miss Yunbai?"

Xiao Ning was slightly stunned, looking at the woman who came out of the dark corridor.

Huo Yunbai brushed back her long, naturally curly hair, said a faint "hmm", and several people rushed out behind her, quickly cleaning up the bugs that didn't have long eyes.

"What is the relationship between strength and appearance?"

Huo Yunbai twirled the flying knife nimbly between his fingers, glanced contemptuously at the howling man, and sneered in his voice:
"I always only know how to use "beauty" to discipline a woman. You have to be beaten all over the floor to find your teeth before you know what it means to speak correctly. "

……

dong dong dong.

"boss."

"Enter."

An Lan knocked on the door, and when Quan Heng answered, she brought tea in and placed it next to Song Jingyun and Quan Heng's table.

"How is he?" Quan Heng looked at her.

"Don't worry, the lady has been settled." An Lan said in a low voice, "According to your instructions, I didn't presume to treat her."

"That... Zoe Corleone?" Song Jingyun recognized who it was.

"Yes," Quan Heng nodded, "She was seriously injured and still in a coma."

Song Jingyun was puzzled: "Then why didn't you treat her?"

"I've already used the medicine in the game." Quan Heng said softly, "I'll go and see for myself after I finish dealing with this."

Some injuries, without permission, are not good for others to see.

"Boss, there is one more thing," An Lan said softly, "Sister Yunbai is back."

"Well," Quan Heng expected, "it's time to come back."

This time the plan put them in it.

"Miss Yunbai brought you a gift, saying it was to make up for your birthday." An Lan picked up the black wooden box, "It's fish skin clothes and paper-cuts from the Hezhen tribe. They just passed there and brought them to you .”

An Lan said with a smile: "There is also the nuclei carved by Sister Yunbai herself. It is also inside. I heard that it has been carved since the beginning of the year."

Quan Heng opened the box and took a look. The fish skin clothes were sandwiched with soft velvet Ulagrass. The clothes were elegant and detailed with cloud patterns and deer patterns, vivid and lifelike, simple and elegant, and there were some fish skin paper-cuts of shaman culture.

There is a small box on the top, and when you open it, you can see the hand-rubbed walnuts carved with "Three Friends of Sui Han".

A pine and a plum are carved on both sides of the wrinkled ridge. The pine trees are vigorous, the plum trees are ancient, and the bamboo clusters are luxuriant among the rocks.

The jagged stalks and wrinkled ridges on the walnut are sharpened with a pen, the petal core of the plum blossom is clear, the needles of the pine leaves are countable, and the bamboo leaves are whirling.

——It is indeed something Quan Heng would like.

"You are good at craftsmanship, let's put it away."

Quan Heng closed the box, looked at the chess game, and said with a smile: "Song Daochang, admit defeat in the middle game?"

The situation is too bad to be reversed, and there is no point in continuing.

Song Jingyun picked up two pieces and put them on the table, which meant that the Go player admitted defeat.

"Admit defeat." Song Jingyun sighed, "I feel good enough."

"It's really amazing." Quan Heng looked back and smiled, "It's better than I expected."

Go can best reflect a person's scheming and temper, and this game of chess can be regarded as the honesty of the two of them in another sense.

Song Jingyun was able to fight as a lone wolf for so long, it is impossible to only have those abilities before, she is looking forward to the super S sequence that does not hide clumsiness.

"Boss, the traces outside are almost cleaned up." An Lan asked softly, "Would you like to take a look?"

"No." Quan Heng took a sip of his tea, kind of lifting his spirits, "You go out first."

"Yes."

An Lan gently closed the door, Quan Heng breathed a sigh of relief, and pressed the center of his brows wearily.

"People of the older generation say 'the body is the capital of the revolution', which is true, not to mention your body..."

Song Jingyun frowned and didn't quite agree, "I read your prescription last time, and there are medicinal herbs for calming the nerves in it, so you should think less about it."

He took a sip of hot tea, thought for a while and then suggested: "Why don't you and I go to the mountain to live for a few days, to be clean and meditate--my patriarch really wants to meet you, maybe you and I have a destiny."

Quan Heng laughed, she didn't respond, but turned around and approached the glass wall of the room.

Song Jingyun pursed her lips, looked down at the three copper coins in her hand.

"Song Daochang, ask what you want to ask, and say what you want to say."

Quan Heng spoke suddenly, looking at Song Jingyun through the reflective glass, "If I miss today's opportunity, I probably won't tell the truth."

Song Jingyun fell silent, and asked in a low voice, "Did you kill all the bounty hunters on the seventh floor?"

"almost."

"There are so many people from all over the world, where did you come from and when did you log out?"

"Deal with Bianyu." Quan Heng dialed the prayer beads, "No comment on the transaction details."

"……it is good."

There was silence in the room.

Song Jingyun twiddled the copper coin, thinking of the hexagram he had taken up:
Even though he couldn't figure out Quan Heng's ending, and couldn't figure out her clear fate, that hexagram really affected luck. If he couldn't control this move well, he didn't know what the ending would be.

But if he gave an early warning to avoid disaster, Quan Heng would not be the one who would have the greatest impact. It would be fatal to mishandle this kind of secret.

——This is also the reason why warlocks are always confused when interpreting hexagrams.

Quan Heng, Quan Heng...you crazy man who insists on taking risks.

"I am not opposed to using violence to control violence, nor am I against cutting grass and roots."

Song Jingyun clenched the copper coins in his hand, still raised his head, and said with a sigh:

"Quan Heng, they deserve death, but you know that if you do this, you will easily..."

"—I will die badly." Quan Heng lightly interrupted what he was about to say.

Song Jingyun froze on the spot, watching Quan Heng slowly turn his head, resting his chin with one hand.

There was an obvious smile on her face, but there was no emotion in her black eyes, it just made her feel cold all over her body.

"I'm going to die badly."

Slowly and clearly, word by word.

"...Don't say that."

Song Jingyun felt chills in his heart, and exhaled tremblingly: "Quan Heng, don't say that. It's just bad luck, but you are right..."

"Needless to say, Daoist Song."

Quan Heng shook his head lightly, his smile warmed up slightly:
"I know exactly what I'm doing, what I've done, and what I'm going to face on the path I've chosen."

She turned the wheelchair, looked down from the one-way glass, looked at the people around Lanzhuang who were cleaning the blood with the help of the night, and whispered in the faint light of the sky:
"You can't stand this rotten world, and I also hate this rotten order, but why am I not one of the defenders of this rottenness?

"I use it to gain power from this chaos. I am as dirty as it is. If the nocturnal crows are used to symbolize chaos, decay, and darkness like literature, then I am one of them."

Quan Heng turned the beads, his white clothes were clean and moist, and his voice was still gentle and calm: "No matter how incompatible a white crow is, it is still a part of the crow group."

The thick clouds on the top of the mountain gradually opened, and the dawn split a thin layer of light in the dark night.

Quan Heng watched from afar, she laughed silently, her voice scattered in the light:

"The bright new world doesn't need me."

The night is so dark, but the twilight falls in those childlike eyes, as bright as the morning star when ignorance first awakens.

"This is the same as your idea of ​​retreating in the prosperous age, except that I belong to chaos, I am not a good person, and will never be compatible with the real light. Of course, I don't think my ending will be so tragic.

"The chaotic old world is hard to end, maybe the day when I die naturally will not be able to welcome the light."

Quan Heng turned her head suddenly, the faint light splashed on the ends of her hair, and her side cheeks were bathed in the dawn light, it was so beautiful that the breath of those who saw it was stagnant.

"Don't worry, Daoist Song."

She looked at Song Jingyun, with warm eyes and a smile:

"Maybe, I can live a long life."

(End of this chapter)