The moment they saw the opponent's attack was ineffective, Georgia and Tang Erda chose to fire again without hesitation. Georgia pulled the bowstring again, aiming at the butterfly that was flying closer and closer to him, while Tang Erda aimed his gun at the butterfly, ready to fire again.

This time, I will definitely win!

——In the eyes of Georgia and Tang Erda, one can see such strong and firm belief.

"We can't delay any longer." A light male voice came from the palace, "Our wandering team can't wait that long."

All his attention was focused on the arrow. Georgia's pupils shrank. He suddenly looked up at the top of the palace behind him. Bai Liu swung the whip with one hand and stood on the eaves of the palace with a smile: "Captain Tang said that it was difficult for you to pay attention to your surroundings when you were shooting. It turns out that this is true."

Just when Bai Liu was concentrating on fighting Tang Er and assisting Armand, he quietly jumped onto the palace with the cover of the storm!

He lowered his eyes to look at Georgia who was right below him, pulled out his whip, and swung it down without reservation. The arrow in Georgia's hand was rolled up by the whip. He quickly put away his weapon and called for help to chase and assist Armand, but it was too late.

This gap was enough for Tang Er to fire his gun.

“Bang bang bang bang bang—!”

Tang Erda emptied the magazine at once, and five bullets were fired at the same time. Butterfly had no way to avoid it and was hit on the tail. It shook in the air, turned into a gust of wind, and dissipated on the spot.

Hit it!

[System prompt: Player Armand's monster book form is invalid. ]

On the other side, outside the palace.

The hurricane stopped abruptly, and Armand returned to his own body. The butterfly on his shoulder folded its wings, wrapped itself into a cocoon, and fell into a deep sleep. It would take an hour before it could wake up again and summon the hurricane.

Oh no!

Armand gritted his teeth with a gloomy face, turned around and ran towards the palace as soon as he landed - without the main attack, his brother was just a supporting one, and if he fell into the hands of Bai Liu, he would definitely not have a good ending!

Everything that happened in the last world kept replaying in front of Armand's eyes. Georgia, who was caught by Bai Liu and then released, had no emotion in her eyes and whose spirit was reduced to a lower dimension, kept flashing in front of Armand, making him almost unable to control his emotions.

"I saw the future, Armand." Georgia from the previous world sat in front of Armand with a blank look in her eyes, muttering to herself, "... Bai Liu opened the heresy 0073. He spread the news to the world, telling everyone that there is the Philosopher's Stone here. He began to smuggle this heresy to the world."

"So many people in the world, just like the ancient Roman Empire, chose to stand on the side of God and chose the [future] they wanted."

"I knew what was going to happen, but there was nothing I could do to stop it."

“So I was really wrong?”

"Because God exists and human desires exist, everyone will always choose gold. Gold is inexhaustible, right?"

"…Then why have I done all this, why have I persisted until now, and why have I protected it for these ten years?"

He had his memory erased, and didn't understand what Georgia was talking to herself at that time. He just kept comforting his brother in a pale and clumsy way, hoping that he could get strength from it and get better.

But with an entire destroyed country and such a "future", how could his brother possibly get better?!

Tears welled up in Armand's eyes as he ran towards the palace with all his might. While running, Armand suddenly realized something and quickly turned his head to avoid it. A sharp monkey claw brushed across his neck. Even though he turned his head quickly, the opponent still left five sharp scratches on his neck.

Blood gushed out instantly.

"Finally I'm back. I've been waiting for you for a long time." Mu Sicheng grabbed the ground. His eyes were red, his ears were sharp, his tail was swaying behind him, his hands were dragging on the ground, his body was more than a meter longer, and he gave people a strong sense of oppression. He licked his lips evilly and laughed with his fangs bared, "You want to escape from me? You are really overestimating yourself."

[System prompt: Player Mu Sicheng is equipped with the monster book form. ]

[System warning: Player Mu Sicheng's spirit value has dropped by 40, entering the frenzy panel.]

"You're not dead?" Armand narrowed his eyes.

Hurricane and scale powder, how could this guy hold on for so long... Did Bai Liu give all the antidotes refreshed by the witch to this guy?

"You want to kill me with just a poison?" Mu Sicheng sneered, "I should thank you for helping me lower my spirit value. Otherwise, I really don't know how to enter the violent panel and follow the orders of Bai Liu——"

The pupils in Mu Sicheng's eyes suddenly stood up, and he pointed his five fingers at Armand's neck with a claw, stabbing him cruelly: "-- I'll kill you quickly!"

Armand dodged to the left, a streak of blood appeared on the side of his face, and his hair slowly fell to the ground. When Armand raised his eyes again, his eyes had completely changed, and Mu Sicheng was stunned by his look.

——Completely different from the calm, indifferent look this guy had before, as if he had seen through him and had been through everything. It was the look of a ferocious beast that had been aroused by the invasion of its territory and harm to its important family members.

Armand's expression was extremely vicious, distorting his handsome face. He shook his right arm and swung it to the left, throwing out an extremely huge bow and arrow, a heavy bow that was almost as tall as him - if Georgia was here, she would recognize that this was Armand's previous skill weapon.

When they were young, Georgia and Armand practiced archery. Georgia mainly used the elegant and lightweight bow and arrow, while Armand's archery accuracy was not good. However, in order to learn archery with his brother and to be as good as his brother, he forced himself to practice with the longbow - a bow that was almost as long and wide as little Armand's body.

When Armand was young, he suffered a lot in order to practice the bow. He cried every time after practicing. He was covered with wounds and could not even walk, but he did not give up. When Georgia carried him back, she would ask him: "Why do you have to do something you are not good at and make yourself so miserable?"

"Because my brother is also doing it." Armand lay on Georgia's back and whispered, "My brother is not good at archery either, his hands are full of wounds, why does my brother want to practice archery?"

Georgia was silent for a moment: "The king practices martial arts to protect."

"I practiced so that you wouldn't have to practice, so you wouldn't have to force yourself."

But Armand persisted. Later, when Armand's skill was derived for the first time, although he didn't remember anything, his skill weapon was created, which was this exaggerated wooden longbow.

Armand grasped the longbow in anger and looked coldly at Mu Sicheng in front of him: "Get out of here!"

"Mu Sicheng, don't block my way. If I can kill you the first time, I can kill you the second time!"

"A second time?" Mu Sicheng sneered, and then he swung out his monkey claws, attacking Ling Lie, "What are you daydreaming about? You can kill me first first!"

Armand spun to the side, avoiding the sharp monkey claw that Mu Sicheng was aiming at him. He retreated, turned around, and stepped on the bowstring of the longbow. With one hand, a thick arrow as big as a small tree appeared out of thin air on the longbow. With a look of anger on his face, he aimed the arrow at the fast attacking enemy. A monkey claw grabbed the upper edge of the longbow at Mu Sicheng's heart:

"Go to hell!"

Armand loosened his feet, and the fully drawn string of the longbow shook violently, shaking both Armand who was stepping on the longbow and Mu Sicheng who was holding the upper edge of the longbow with one hand.

The arrow left the bow, and Mu Sicheng was caught off guard. He was hit directly by the heavy arrow and hit the ground hard, causing a huge golden dust explosion.

Armand looked at that place, gripped the longbow tightly, turned around and headed towards the palace without hesitation. The moment he turned around, there was an explosion in the dust, and the huge arrow that hit Mu Sicheng was thrown back. The bloody arrow brushed past Armand's shoulder. Armand turned around to avoid it, then he paused, almost in shock, looking at Mu Sicheng who was running almost as fast as lightning under the arrow, and then appeared in front of him in an instant.

There was a large bleeding hole in Mu Sicheng's abdomen, pierced by the arrow that Armand had just shot. Mu Sicheng's eyes were extremely fierce, and he hit Armand's abdomen with one claw: "Who allowed you to leave? You complacent fellow!"

Armand's pupils and body were violently shaken by Mu Sicheng's punch. He vomited blood and was knocked more than ten meters away.

"I will never let you..." Mu Sicheng wiped the blood from his mouth, "Ahem, go back to the palace to help."

Armand staggered to his feet, holding the longbow. His uniform was in tatters, and his appearance was in a mess. His pretty face, which was once described as a vase, was rubbed on the ground, bloody. As tears fell, his light brown eyes burst into an unprecedented light. He stepped on the longbow and used his bloody hands to aim the bow full of arrows at the heart of Mu Sicheng who was rushing towards him:

“I must go back!!”

"My last family members are there!!"

"Get out of here!!!"

In the viewing pool, the host watched the fierce fighting scene on the big screen. Seeing Armand's hands being cut to the bone by the sharp bowstring, he was speechless for a moment. Finally, he sighed and said, "...I believe that after watching this battle, no one will describe Armand as a vase anymore."

"This is a spiker who did his best to protect the tactician. He did everything he could."

“This is a great confrontation!”

"That's not all." Hong Tao glanced at Phoebe, who had been silent since the beginning. "The host's opinion is still a little superficial. You analyze it."

"And Mu Sicheng." Phoebe finally spoke, her head lowered, her brows furrowed, her tone a little heavy, "To be able to fight Armand to this extent... this guy... is not following the normal way of wandering at all."

"You finally figured it out." Hong Tao raised his eyes and looked at the big screen. "The normal roaming is to attract the attention of the opponent's main attack, disperse the main attack firepower, reduce the team's defensive pressure, and at the same time, you can return to the team at any time to assist, maintain coordination with the team, and attack the opponent unexpectedly."

"But Mu Sicheng was not trained to be a wanderer in this way."

"Mu Sicheng is a player with obvious strengths and weaknesses." Hong Tao analyzed calmly, "His skill is stealing, his movement speed is high, and he is very good at disturbing the enemy. From this point of view, he is a very suitable player to be a roaming player. However, due to his own experience, his coordination is not high, his personality is impulsive, and his ability to analyze when running around is poor. These are all demerits for his roaming, so I give Mu Sicheng an upper-middle rating."

"But Bai Liu developed a completely new roaming route for him based on Mu Sicheng's own personality and skills."

Hongtao looked at Phoebe and asked, "What do you think is the most important quality of a wanderer?"

"Disruption of the enemy's main attack." Phoebe answered quickly.

"Hmm." Hong Tao said calmly, "Based on this head characteristic, what kind of roaming do you think is the best?"

Phoebe thought for a moment and said, "It can always disrupt the enemy's main attack."

"Wrong." Hong Tao smiled lightly, "It's the roaming move that can kill the opponent's main attacker."

Phoebe was startled, and then her expression changed: "So in the last game, that guy Mu Sicheng..."

"You've realized it." Hong Tao lowered her eyes. "This is what happened in the last game. You thought that according to the normal tactical process, Mu Sicheng would quickly retreat and return to defend the main force, and you could take advantage of the victory to pursue him, so you chose to fight him, but he refused to retreat until you traded one for one, replacing Liu Ji, the main attacker of our team."

"You thought it was just a coincidence that Mu Sicheng got out of control, but look at Golden Dawn again this time."

Hong Tao held her chin up and looked at the two people fighting fiercely on the big screen with a half-smile:

"The order Bai Liu gave to Mu Sicheng was probably not to delay the main attack, but to kill it."

"That's really extreme." Phoebe was speechless, "How can you keep a wandering creature like this?"

"But don't you think this is a very useful solution?" Red Heart spread his hands and smiled, "The biggest role of roaming is to disperse the main attack firepower, so isn't killing the best solution?"

"And now it seems that Mu Sicheng is about to successfully implement this plan twice."

Phoebe fell into a strange silence. Soon, she stared at the big screen with a deep expression, as if she had realized something: "How much do you think I should offer Mu Sicheng to make him switch to our guild?"

"..." Hong Tao sincerely suggested, "Why don't we change guilds to dig?"

In-game.

Mu Sicheng jumped onto the incoming arrows and made a few quick dashes. His figure flashed in the air several times and he suddenly appeared in front of Armand. He held the longbow in his left hand and used it as a fulcrum. With the force of the rush, he used his waist to exert force and turned his body to leave an afterimage. He kicked with his right foot and hit Armand's chin as he was about to draw the bow again.

“Crack!”

Mu Sicheng's eyes turned red, and he roared, "Try taking one more step!"

Armand's entire face was kicked to the left and deformed, and the broken bones in his mouth were vomited out. His body relaxed, and he let go of the longbow. His body flipped backward and was about to fall to the ground, but the next second, Armand summoned the longbow again. He landed on the ground with one hand, his right eye glanced to the left in the blood, his eyes full of raging fire, he knelt on his left foot to prop up the longbow and his body, and stepped on the bowstring with his right foot and pulled it as far as it would go.

"Do you think you can stop me?"

Armand raised his voice hoarsely: "You just died at my hands, a thief!"

Mu Sicheng's face changed.

The string made a clanging sound as it was stretched taut, and the longbow emerged, with the pointed tip aimed at Mu Sicheng's head above the bow. Armand turned over and loosened his feet, and the string sent out an arrow. The arrow hit Mu Sicheng's shoulder blade, who was unable to dodge, and with great force, it carried Mu Sicheng back dozens of meters.

He groaned in pain, and the gold powder on the ground left two white drag marks on his feet.

[System warning: Player Mu Sicheng's health has dropped to 9 and will be reset to zero soon! ]

Armand stood up unsteadily, holding the longbow. Blood kept dripping from his jaw. His tone was intermittent and cold: "Your health is running out."

"Give up, Mu Sicheng, you are no match for me."

"If you beg for mercy now, I can still give you a quick death."

"...Ahem, feel good?" Mu Sicheng was lying on his back, with a big hole on his right shoulder and another one on his abdomen, both oozing blood, but he laughed out loud, "You are a slow person, you only felt good when you went crazy and fought with me just now."

Armand didn't say much. He calmed down the moment he saw Mu Sicheng couldn't move. He stepped on the bow with one foot and drew it to the full. "After this game, we won't see each other again."

"Before I send you out, I'll give you one last piece of advice."

“Stop stealing.”

"Tsk." Mu Sicheng barely raised his upper body, threw out a bloody ball in his hand, and raised his eyebrows, "I'm sorry."

"I just stole this from you."

Armand's pupils shrank - that was the CD skill cobweb formed by his Hurricane Butterfly, which could not be stored in the panel!

If it is stolen by Mu Sicheng, even if he sends this guy away, he will not be able to use the skill [Hurricane Butterfly] in the second half!

“Give it back to me!!”

"You were speaking righteously just now... cough cough." Mu Sicheng supported himself on the ground, staggered to his feet, and said in a vicious tone, "Did you say you wanted to give me some advice?"

"Now it's my turn to give you advice."

Mu Sicheng held the ball between his fingers, shook it left and right, and sneered, "Never let your guard down against a thief you've fought in close combat with."

Armand's expression finally turned cold: "At this time, you are still pursuing such unjust behavior to determine the outcome..."

He had really misjudged the other party before, believing that the other party was not that bad.

Mu Sicheng is indeed a born thief.

"You will never stop hurting others with such childish behavior to please yourself. You have forgotten all the painful lessons you have learned."

Mu Sicheng clenched his five fingers and clenched the cocoon in his hand. He looked up, blood dripping from his jaw, and his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had heard a big joke, and sneered softly: "For pleasure?"

"Do you think I steal things to please myself?"

"What do you know? You judge me like that..."

Armand paused, and was stunned for a moment when he saw Mu Sicheng's eyes - although this man was smiling, his eyes were very calm.

——It was like the look in his eyes at the last moment of his previous life, when he killed him and at the same time killed him.

The day before, in the meeting room of the wandering circus guild, there was a pre-match mobilization.

"Mu Sicheng." Bai Liu looked down at the document without raising his head. "Please stay for a moment."

Mu Sicheng, who was about to run away, suddenly had his neck stiff, and then he slumped down on the table, looking for help at Tang Erda and Mu Ke. Mu Ke smiled and shook his head, while Tang Erda spread his hands helplessly, indicating that he could do nothing to help.

After everyone else had left, Mu Sicheng came to Bai Liu's side and whispered, "Have you really thought it through? Do you want me to be your trump card?"

"Aren't you the one who keeps shouting that you want to be the trump card?" Bai Liu raised his head slightly and glanced at Mu Sicheng, then returned his gaze to the document. He said in a natural tone, "Now that I really let you take the lead, are you scared?"

Mu Sicheng sat up straight instantly and waved his hands seriously: "That must be impossible!"

Bai Liu looked at him and said, "Why do you look so unwilling?"

"Well... you know my skills, they are good of course." Mu Sicheng slowly lay back down, "But this is the playoffs, and it's the first game of the season."

"...Everyone has such cool skills, and I'm just a thief. If I become the ace, will others say that our guild is vile?"

Bai Liu stopped flipping through the documents, his eyes half-closed, his fingers unconsciously turning the coin - this was the movement of his thinking.

Mu Sicheng's heart was lifted as Bai Liu thought. He clenched his fists and joked dryly, "Really? Haha, you also think it's inappropriate, right?"

"It's true that it's a bit vulgar." Bai Liu nodded, "But it probably has nothing to do with your skills. My tactics have always been famous for being vulgar, and it can be considered a feature of our team."

Mu Sicheng: "..."

How can this person say such an evaluation of himself with such calmness?

"It's you on the contrary." Bai Liu stared at Mu Sicheng thoughtfully, "Obviously, the core of your desire is stealing, why do you have such a negative attitude towards stealing?"

"..." Mu Sicheng pretended to be calm and looked away, "Stealing is a wrong behavior, right?"

"Doing something wrong..."

Mu Sicheng's tone slowly sank: "...There is a price to pay."

"To judge whether an action is correct, we should not look at the action itself, but the result it leads to, right?" Bai Liu said calmly, "It is a bit too biased to judge whether an action is good or bad based on the public's perception of the action itself."

"For example, in the eyes of many people, the existence of [welfare homes] is good, the existence of [houses] is good, and the existence of [the Holy See] is also good."

"But 'The Welfare Home' is bad, as are 'Five Buildings' and 'The Witch'."

"Behavior itself is not good or bad, it is the consequences of behavior that are good or bad."

Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu, his voice trembling slightly: "Then, what about the theft?"

Bai Liu looked at him flatly: "In reality, this is bad."

"But here, it's just a game."

"No one would condemn a thief in a game, just like no one would condemn a dragon in a fairy tale."

"Because you didn't cause any harm."

Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu in astonishment.

[Hey, Yuan Qingqing, you must be disgusted by a petty thief like me, right? Why do you sit at the same table with me?]

The round-faced girl with a ponytail raised her head from her pile of homework, looked at him seriously, and answered:

[Because you didn’t really do anything bad. ]

[You steal things from those people as if it were a game. Most of the time you return them in the end. You don't seem like a real bad person, Mu Sicheng.]

[Bad people don't like the Hip Hop Monkey Eraser.]

"If you have any other strange questions, you can ask me all of them. It's free." Bai Liu lowered his head again and flipped through the documents. "I kept you here because I think you have a lot of questions to ask me. I don't have too many doubts about you being the ace."

"What if...what if my theft causes a bad impact?" Mu Sicheng lowered his head and asked softly.

"Can you make up for it?" Bai Liu asked calmly.

"I'm trying my best to make up for it." Mu Sicheng replied with a trembling voice.

"Then go and make amends, and when the atonement is complete, apologize to that person." Bai Liu replied calmly, "If the other party can forgive you, then you have made amends. If not, then keep atonement."

"You should have this realization, right?"

Mu Sicheng took a deep breath and said, "I have it."

——He entered the game with this realization in mind, and escaped from the pursuit of those players, and kept running for his life, and survived until now.

He wants to resurrect those who died because of his fault.

Bai Liu hummed and asked, "Any other questions?"

Mu Sicheng lay on the table and raised his head slightly. There seemed to be tears in his eyes and his voice was a little hoarse: "...Bai Liu, will you always be my friend?"

"In a broad sense, I should be considered your soul bondholder. As long as your soul exists, I will always maintain the kind of friendship you personally consider us to be." Bai Liu replied indifferently. He paused, "In a narrow sense--"

"Well, I will always be your friend."