Chapter 389 He is not weak

"Give him a chance?"

Jiang Shiyue almost muttered to himself.

There was a flash of confusion on her face, and she seemed to think there was no benefit in such a suggestion.

But for some reason, Jiang Shiyue, who always did his own thing, finally nodded slowly, retracted his outstretched hand, and was pulled to a safe distance by Fu Qinghan, which was inside the barrier.

When Fu Qinghan saw Jiang Shiyue being so obedient, he smiled, a warm smile.

Whenever he saw Jiang Shiyue, the corners of his mouth would almost always curl up slightly, even he himself was not aware of it.

"Those who are chosen by the game have extraordinary mental strength. Xiao Xiping should be able to handle it. If it doesn't work this time, we can take action later."

Fu Qinghan and Jiang Shiyue also called Han Xiping "Xiao Xiping".

But he was also telling the truth.

Although he didn't care much about Han Xiping, Jiang Shiyue couldn't just sit back and do nothing because she called him Sister Shiyue and had trust in her.

But they had to admit that what Fu Qinghan said made sense, so the two of them looked towards the dormitory again. Within the barrier, they formed a space of their own, and outside the barrier was a real world that existed in the illusion.

The scene in front of him did not end with Han Xiping's arrival. Of course, it only stopped for a few minutes.

The children huddled in bed on the other side hugged each other, looking in their direction with wooden, panicked and fearful eyes.

The children here become sensible early, of course. Even the youngest child knows that he has no right to cry, make a fuss or act like a spoiled child, so even if he is panicked and frightened, no child dares to cry and can only hold it in.

Han Xiping slowly withdrew his gaze. At this moment he seemed to see himself in his childhood who wanted to cry but didn't dare to.

Why don't you dare to cry? Because you are timid.

Why should you be afraid?

Is it because the other party is stronger than him?

At that time, he was actually the same height as his stepfather's brother. Because of his physique, he was even stronger than him. And his stepfather's daughter was the same age as him, but shorter than him? But why didn't he resist at all? He was obviously strong enough to kick his stepfather's brother away.

So, why did all this happen? Han Xiping lowered his head, holding a weapon in his hand, but why did he retreat several steps in fear just now? If he retreated any further, he would be standing outside the door.

He is a coward and a wimp.

This is how his stepfather's son scolded him.

Now his stepfather’s son is only two years older than him and is studying at a university abroad. Although he has done so many bad things, his grades are excellent. He is the most qualified successor in his stepfather’s eyes and the most proud one among his peers.

But he is obviously not that kind of person.

Why did he live so cautiously when he had done nothing wrong? What was the basis of everything? Was it because he had no strength? Or was it because he had no weapon? Han Xiping shook his head slowly at this moment, and a voice in his heart gradually sounded: It's not that, it's just because Han Xiping you are too cowardly, you are still the little boy who dares not cry, you haven't grown up yet.

Such thoughts are like sparks that instantly burn the entire grassland.

Han Xiping's timid gaze finally became firm.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't they say this is a world where the strong prey on the weak? Why should he remain weak? He must become strong and trample these people under his feet.

Thinking of this, Han Xiping's eyes turned red again. Although his emotions were a little unstable, he was no longer the same as before.

He clenched the sword in his hand and took a few steps forward, then walked quickly to the group of children who were surrounding him.

These kids were so ruthless, but there was no guilt or uneasiness on their faces, only a happy smile.

How can you laugh when you treat a little boy so cruelly?

So even though they are still young, they can no longer be called human beings. They are not even worthy of being called demons. They are maggots from hell.

A cold smile appeared on Han Xiping's lips. He held the sword in his right hand and stretched out his left hand to grab the collars of the children's clothes. He had mental power. Although his strength was not as great as Jiang Shiyue's, it was still extremely strong among his peers.

He grabbed a few children easily, and then threw them around one by one like throwing them into a pocket, without showing any mercy. Han Xiping grabbed seven or eight children by the collars of their clothes and threw them to the concrete floor. Some of them screamed on the spot.

Then there was the older kid who had been leading the group just now.

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He turned his head and stared at Han Xiping with sinister and cruel eyes, gritting his teeth and said, "Who are you? Why are you meddling in other people's business? Are you tired of living and want to die?"

If it were usual, Han Xiping would not dare to meet such a gaze, because it was too fierce, too scary, as if it wanted to eat people.

But at this moment, Han Xiping felt infinite courage in his heart because of his actions just now. He clenched his left hand and threw the children aside with just one hand. No one dared to step forward. Two of them even looked at him with horror, as if they were very scared.

It turns out that my body is not weak, but my heart is too weak.

"I just want to mind my own business today, but I don't know who will die yet..."

Han Xiping straightened his back, clenched his left hand into a fist, held the lightsaber in his right hand, and spoke word by word with a firm expression.

The next moment, the big boy, who was obviously used to fighting, rushed towards Han Xiping viciously. He didn't care whether this man was brought by Teacher Wang or the dean. Anyone who dared to meddle in his business was seeking death.

He would definitely beat him until he knelt down and begged for mercy. Although he was not good-looking, he was white and plump, so it must be very comfortable and fun to torture him.

Han Xiping had no experience in fighting. When Jiang Zichen and the others fought, he could only watch from the side. He had never really experienced it. Usually, he was the one being beaten. So at this moment, when the big boy pounced on him, he instinctively wanted to hug his head.

But the next second, when his eyes fell on the little boy sitting in the corner with wounds all over his body, his action of hugging his head stopped suddenly, because there was a little light in the little boy's eyes.

It was completely different from the lifeless look just now. Although he couldn't understand the expression on the boy's face, Han Xiping knew that the boy seemed to be expecting him to do something.

Han Xiping's brain suddenly reacted faster, but he did not swing the lightsaber, regardless of whether this was reality or an illusion.

He stretched out his leg and kicked the big boy hard in the chest as he pounced on him.

(End of this chapter)