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Lying on the ground was a female corpse.
Her head was slightly tilted, and her half-long hair was partially covering her face. The cause of her death was also obvious. There was a very thin branch tied around the girl's slender neck, and blood had poured out and solidified from the gaps around it. It was obvious that Been dead for a while. Her eyes were wide open, as if she couldn't believe the facts in front of her.
Xie Xuan walked up to her and gently pulled open her breastplate, which was blocked by her collar. It was 'No. 2'.
"Pierce into the branches from this position" Xie Xuan frowned slightly, and after a moment he stretched out his hand to close the girl's eyes.
The position where the tree branch was inserted into No. 2 Qinghui¡¯s neck was at the right rear. Combined with Qinghui¡¯s expression of unwillingness to rest in peace, Kexin and No. 7 disappeared for no reason and exchanged views
The truth is probably
Time goes back to one day ago, the next morning, 7:50.
"Pudding! Kexin! Are you there?"
After running and shouting in the forest without direction for nearly half an hour, it was already past eight o'clock, and the only answer to Qinghui was still the sound of wind and the unknown insects in the forest.
The weather was not hot at this time, but Qinghui was already sweating profusely as he ran around anxiously. Qinghui reached out and wiped the liquid on her face. The salty taste slid into the corners of her mouth along the lines on her palms. Qinghui felt that she had already The corners of her dry eyes felt sour, but she immediately started running again.
"We need to find the little sisters as soon as possible It's not my Qinghui's character to cry all the time! Isa, Isa will definitely not want to see me like this!"
"Pudding! Kexin! Are you there?"
"Is it Sister Qinghui?!" After the shouting sounded again, this time a childish response came from not far away.
This voice! Qinghui perked up: "Is it pudding?"
"It's me! Me, woo woo"
With a thump in her heart, Qinghui hurriedly ran towards the source of the sound, and soon found Pudding sitting on the ground with her head buried in her knees under a big tree.
Pudding is a little girl about 10 years old. Of course, the word 'Pudding' should not be her real name. But when faced with a girl with a false name, Qinghui didn't feel cheated. Instead, she felt that it was a good thing for a little girl to learn to protect herself. It was a good thing, even though she didn't care about telling her real name.
When she saw Pudding for the first time on the first day, Qinghui's eyes fell on Pudding's long hair. Usually girls of this age would tie their hair up, like another little girl named Kexin who wore it tied up. Very good. At that time, Isa once asked about Pudding, and the little girl replied with a sad look on her face: "The hair tie my mother gave me accidentally broke."
It is not easy for anyone who can reach this point. Qinghui also understands this truth, but she does not completely agree - it is not that she has never played werewolf before. There are many factors that determine the success or failure of a game. Sometimes, the more actively controlling The 'high-end players' in the field die faster. To reach this point, a 10-year-old girl will definitely endure more pressure and put in more effort than ordinary people. If the positions are not antagonistic, why can't we help them more?
"Pudding! What's wrong with you! Why are you here alone? Where did you go this morning?" Ying Hui looked around and saw no other person, "Where is Kexin? Isn't she with you?"
Pudding raised his tear-stained face, his eyes red and choked with sobs: "Sister Qinghui, I'm so scared, wuwuwu"
Qinghui hurriedly knelt down and stroked the girl's back: "It's okay. Tell sister what happened."
Pudding just shook his head and cried silently.
Qinghui looked stern and stroked Pudding's back again, but her tone became serious: "Pudding, I know you are scared now. You may think it is not the time to say this, but for your own good, there are some things I must say now."
Pudding raised his head: "What, what?"
"Crying won't solve the problem!" Qing Hui's slightly hoarse voice sounded, "Although you are young, when you come here, no one will let you go because of your young age, and the same goes for me! If you don't become strong yourself , you will lose soon, die here, and never see your mother again!"
"But" Pudding was a little stunned and whispered softly, seemingly unconsciously, "Can we go back if we win? If we wincan we really go back, sister Qinghui?"
"Yes!" Qinghui said firmly, "As long as we pass the tenth game, we will definitely be able to go back!"
Who doesn¡¯t know Qinghui¡¯s worries in Pudding¡¯s heart? Even if the tenth round is completed, can the system really release the person as promised? After all, since the first game, it has been a long time since I went back to the outside world. But she still answered without hesitationone time.
"Isa is not dead, she just fell asleep." Qinghui paused for a moment, then kept walking forward at the same speed, "Of course I can't be happy either."
"Sister Qinghui, you look sad. You and Sister Isa must be very good friends, right? Haven't you been assigned to different camps before?" Pudding leaned on Qinghui's back and blinked.
"No, Isa and I have never been assigned to different camps." When talking about this topic, Qinghui was in a daze, "We have always been in the same camp and have never been separated."
"Eh? Are Sister Qinghui and Sister Isa together in every game?" Pudding said in surprise.
"Haha, how is it possible?" Qinghui was amused by her, "How is it possible that two people are together in every game? This is also the third game I have seen Isa, but as long as we are divided into one game, we will definitely We¡¯re in the same camp!¡±
"Isa and I must be in the same camp." Qinghui repeated softly.
"Yeah!" Qinghui felt the toast on her back nodding, "This game must be the same! I know sister Qinghui is also a good person!"
"Haha, aren't you afraid that I am a wolf?"
"If Sister Qinghui were a wolf, she wouldn't have saved me!" Pudding chuckled.
"Haha, haven't you heard of a big-tailed wolf?"
After the two chatted and laughed, they walked in silence for a while. Qinghui suddenly spoke: "Actually, Isa is not my good friend."
"She is my lover."
The pudding on his back moved but he said nothing.
Qinghui continued walking: "We met in a ¡õ¡õ group. At first, we were just CPs. Everyone was looking for CPs in the second dimension. In fact, basically we just made good friends, and everyone was straight."
"When Isa and I became CPs, at first, we just wanted to make friends. Although I'm not straight." Qinghui's voice was a little light.
"We were very reserved when we got along at first, but gradually we got to know each other, and we talked about a lot of various topics." A smile appeared on Qinghui's lips, "We found that we didn't know each other. So straight."
¡°Isn¡¯t that very romantic?¡± Pudding¡¯s innocent voice sounded, ¡°Sister Qinghui and Sister Isa are the people we are destined to meet!¡±
The corners of Qinghui¡¯s mouth widened, her eyes wandered a little, and she fell into some kind of memory: ¡°Don¡¯t you think it¡¯s strange, Sister Pudding? Girls are with girls.¡±
"Well, it's a little bit." The pudding on his back moved again, seeming a little uncomfortable, "But it's not very strange, after all"
Qinghui was waiting to hear what Pudding had to say, but suddenly she felt a strange stinging pain on her neck.
In other words, it is not appropriate to simply classify it as a stinging pain. It is a feeling that cannot be described in words - it is painful, but it is not a simple pain. It is too fast, and it is too fast to analyze all the pain. Then Qinghui felt something flow out of her body, along with blood.
This time Qinghui realized what it was - what flowed out with the blood was the energy in her body.
It is your own life.
Qinghui turned around with difficulty. The pudding on her back had jumped off just now. It was light and easy, and she didn't look weak at all.
"you¡¡"
Qinghui slowly raised her hand and touched her neck. There was a long and thin thing tied on it. It took Qinghui a few seconds to realize that it was a hard wooden branch.
Boom.
Qinghui slowly fell down.
"Sister Qinghui is actually right, don't worry!" Her consciousness was blurred, and the sound of pudding finally sounded in Qinghui's ears, "You and Sister Isa are indeed in the same camp, you are both good people."
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Thank you to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:
Liuyang Yiyi, Miao Le Mi 20 bottles;
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