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The night breeds deeper darkness.

If the arena in the daytime is still a bit too much, then the arena in the night will be more violent.

Tonight was especially different. There was a bloody moon hanging in the sky, as if even the moonlight carried a dangerous killing intent.

Tong Zhuo stood on the ring and greeted opponents one after another. He never refused to come, until the sky in the distance brightened, he still felt unsatisfactory.

There was blood everywhere, and the daily gun was spotless.

Not enough, not at all.

He wants more, more...

comfort.

Tong Zhuo felt that his expression should be smiling, but he was not smiling at all.

Even the indifferent smile has nothing to do with his expression at the moment - the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, as if he was about to cry after losing all night.

Tong Zhuo is actually very clear, in order of importance, the most important person in his life is Pei Zhuyang, and the No.2 is Xu Xiyan.

Even if the relationship between him and Xu Xiyan has always been bad, bickering openly and causing trouble secretly, but if one day the mirror boss kidnaps Pei Zhuyang and Xu Xiyan and asks him who to choose, he will choose Xu Xiyan.

——Pei Zhuyang will definitely be able to kill the mirrored boss, and Xu Xiyan will definitely be killed by the mirrored boss.

No matter how bad Xu Xiyan was, no matter how bad-hearted, even if the matter had developed to this point, Tong Zhuo still believed that Xu Xiyan did not betray them.

Even if there is only one person left in the world who is willing to believe in Xu Xiyan, that person must be Tong Zhuo.

They have known each other for too long, and in the mirror world where they may lose their lives at any time, there is almost no difference between eight years and a lifetime.

But the meaning of these eight years to Tong Zhuo is still different. Xu Xiyan's eight years are at least the eight years from the age of 19 to 27, while his eight years are from the age of ten to the eight years.

It was the eight years when he grew from a child who didn't know the world to the little prince of an S-level player.

The use of various props, the way of dealing with people, and the different angles of understanding the world, half of Tong Zhuo's life comes from Pei Zhuyang, and the other half comes from Xu Xiyan.

I just don't know when Xu Xiyan suddenly abandoned him, and their relationship declined sharply until they became strangers.

After that day, every time Tong Zhuo talked to Xu Xiyan, he felt that they were separated by a frosted glass wall, blurred and unclear.

Tong Zhuo always felt that he was right, so he never lowered his head to Xu Xiyan.

Now he regrets it.

If he could admit defeat earlier instead of losing his temper like a child who hasn't grown up all the time, would Xu Xiyan be willing to share some secrets with him?

What the hell happened?What the hell happened...to make them like this?

Tong Zhuo tried his best to raise his head towards the sky, the dim light made him almost cry.

I don't know how long it took before Tong Zhuo picked up the guiding mirror to find his next opponent.

Tong Zhuo's standard for selecting opponents is very high, not everyone is qualified to be in his ring.

Occasionally powerful players will visit the arena, but most of them are low-level characters. They challenge Tong Zhuo for high points rewards.

After all, the arena is not only cheap in terms of food, but also medicines. Although the medicines sold in the arena can only be used for healing and have no other purpose, it is enough.

It's worth a beating in exchange for several days of food and drink.

Tong Zhuo feels worthless for them. He is younger than these people, but his qualifications are older than anyone else. He knows very well that escape does not apply to the mirror world, because these players cannot live forever in the arena, and the game of life and death will not be let go. If you pass them, the mirrored boss will not let them go.

Every minute they waste in the arena reduces the possibility of passing the next life-and-death game by one point.

Perhaps because he had already defeated too many opponents, Tong Zhuo couldn't find a suitable new challenger for a while, so he did a crazy thing - posted a challenge post on the forum.

——Arena, if you want to be beaten, come quickly (attached S card certification);

In this way, Tong Zhuo took the initiative to expose himself to danger. If Wan Hun still had murderous intentions towards him, it would be tantamount to courting death.

But he can't care so much now, he just wants to vent, vent thoroughly.

The good news is that Wan Hun won't do anything to him now, after all, it's just such a big oolong, Wan Hun still wants to save the little prince, a living little prince is much more valuable than a dead one, Wan Hun Everyone in the soul hoped that the little prince could go back.

Even though it was not the time for most people to wake up, Tong Zhuo's post was pushed to the front row in an instant, so the challenge book was like snowflakes in an avalanche on Tong Zhuo's guiding mirror, making Tong Zhuo dazzled.

Since there were too many challenge books, it also triggered the self-upgrade of the system. Tong Zhuo soon discovered that he could classify the challenge books after the Guiding Mirror froze, such as screening the challenge books according to the team the player belonged to or the level of the player.

Tong Zhuo took the brunt of choosing the first team, Wanhun, but unfortunately, the members of Wanhun didn't send him even a letter of challenge, so he could only retreat and choose the second team to lighten the prince.

There was only one person who sent him a letter of challenge from Qingwanghou, Qingwanghou——Bai Qingyan.

Who, never heard of it.

Tong Zhuo had no idea who this person was, but he was furious when he saw the words Qingwanghou.

Light Prince——

It's all the fault of that inexplicable woman!

Tong Zhuo passed Bai Qingyan's challenge application, picked up Zhu Ri who was standing by the side, and took a shot.

The point of the gun was pointing at Bai Qingyan who appeared on the ring.

It was a very tall man, his body wrapped under the suit looked full of strength, and his appearance was fairly handsome, but I don't know if it was just superficial.

Tong Zhuo provoked Zhuo Ri, raised his head to signal the opponent to make the first move.

Bai Qingyan was not in a hurry to act: "Little prince, hello, this is the first time we have met, and I hope we can give it to a friend."

Tong Zhuo frowned, there were too many players who got close to him in the arena, he thought that those who were light princes would have a bit of backbone, but he didn't expect it to be nothing more than that.

"Looking for someone to chat with, you have come to the wrong place." Tong Zhuo said coldly.

Bai Qingyan was not annoyed, and his tone was still kind: "The little prince wants to fight, and I am willing to accompany you. I just have a small request, and I hope you can consider it."

This kind of soft-spoken person disgusted Tong Zhuo the most, and he said angrily: "As long as you can beat me, you can ask for anything."

Bai Qingyan said: "Then, if I can win the little prince by luck, I hope your teacher——can let Chao Ge go."

"!"

Teacher, Chao Ge——

It turned out to be a stroke of luck and met an insider.

Tong Zhuo took a deep breath, malice and anger filled his heart in an instant, and golden flames burst out day by day as if sensing the master's emotions. This moment was more dazzling than the skylight in the distance, making people hallucinate the real sun.

No longer caring about being courteous or not, Tong Zhuo took the lead, tearing open the space day by day, burning all the air, and attacking the enemy with an overwhelming sense of suffocation.

Bai Qingyan could only respond passively, his movements were very agile, and his figure instantly appeared in another corner of the ring, avoiding Tong Zhuo's full blow.

However, Tong Zhuo's movements were faster, turning suddenly in mid-air, turning into a zigzag line to pierce the enemy's body as if he had his own tracking.

"..."

Bai Qingyan spat out a mouthful of blood silently.

There was a deep wound on his waist and abdomen, the injury was so severe that he could almost lose all his fighting power, and this was the result of Tong Zhuo's mercy.

Any deeper than this injury could crush his internal organs and trigger the ring's automatic alarm to kick him off the ring.

Tong Zhuo said arrogantly: "That's it?"

Bai Qingyan drank a bottle of potion with a pale face, and the wound began to close visible to the naked eye.

Tong Zhuo was not in a hurry, and waited slowly for him to finish taking the medicine, then raised his hand and shot him down to the ground again.

Sandbags given away for free, don't want them for nothing.

But this time, Tong Zhuo found that his movements were inexplicably stagnant, and he became very heavy every day as if he was entangled by something.

Tong Zhuo looked intently, and there were dense blood-colored silk threads on the body of the Zhuri gun. These threads were entwined on the Zhuri like a spider web and more and more, the picture seemed that the spider was weaving a web for the prey that had strayed into the trap.

"Oh, you're pretty smart." Tong Zhuo commented.

It should have activated some kind of sealing item similar to the Sixteen Nights Parade, sealing some of the functions of Chasing the Sun.

Now the sealing power of this item has not fully taken effect, and as time goes by, Tong Zhuo's daily life will be reduced to an ordinary iron gun without any special abilities left.

——If you want to defeat Tong Zhuo, you must limit Zhuo's ability, otherwise everything is nonsense.

It seemed that Bai Qingyan was just being beaten passively, but in fact, dark hands had already been laid quietly.

His thinking was very correct, and the restriction props did play a role, and the day-by-day light began to dim.

Pity it didn't work.

Tong Zhuo was trained under Pei Zhuoyang, who was Pei Zhuoyang, the first batch of S-level players in the pioneering period, how could there be so many props available at that time, besides, Sixteen Nights Parade was a top-level sealing prop, The moment he made a move, his daily life was turned into scrap iron, without even giving him a chance.

If he only relied on fighting day by day, he would have been beaten stupid by Pei Zhuyang long ago.

Tong Zhuo's current combat ability does not entirely depend on the strength of the weapon, not to mention holding Zhu Ri, even if he is really holding a piece of scrap iron, he is also capable of fighting.

"Smiled."

Bai Qingyan got up from the ground, and it was only then that he took out his weapon - a bloody long knife.

"Humph."

It was rare to meet an opponent who could fight, and Tong Zhuo's desire to fight was ignited all over his body.

He did not retreat but advanced, and stepped forward to face the sharp edge. The golden light dimmed day by day, but the light in his eyes was shining brightly, as if seeing the day.

The two finally met head-on, and weapons collided with each other.

Every blow of Tong Zhuo was as heavy as a landslide, shaking Bai Qingyan's arm numb.

Bai Qingyan tried his best to fight, but retreated steadily.

He looked at Tong Zhuo, as if looking directly at the sun.

His eyes ached, his arms ached, and even his heart ached.

What's the matter?

he thinks.

In the same dark night, some people are full of light, while others are covered in rust.