"boom--!"
The air evaporated instantly.
[HP-238! (Weakened!)]
Bright red numbers jumped out from Xia Luoyang's body, and the waves spread throughout his body. He suddenly felt a surge of blood and energy in his chest.
“Don’t move, Xia Luoyang.” Su Ming’an stared at him, his hands ironing with a beautiful luster: “…Otherwise I don’t mind killing you directly.”
Faced with Su Mingan like this, Xia Luoyang temporarily gave up the idea of drawing his gun.
He felt a sense of crisis like a prick of a needle coming from the young man sitting at the desk.
He calmed the nausea and dizziness in his chest, forced the blood in his mouth down, took a breath, and asked slowly: "...So, Yang Xia, are you going to destroy Baisha Paradise this time?"
"Yeah." Su Mingan said, "This place is too disgusting. I want to destroy it. Do you have any suggestions?"
"But you know almost nothing about the truth here." Xia Luoyang said, "Are you going to destroy it so quickly?"
"No." Su Ming'an tapped the table with his finger. He smiled and said without leaving any room for ambiguity: "Don't ask unnecessary questions. You just need to give suggestions."
Xia Luoyang frowned.
For some reason, he felt that today's Yang Xia was...particularly abnormal.
Although he had vaguely felt before that the other person had a very special personality, today, he read a very clear word from the other person's eyes that were staring at him.
【arrogant】.
...This guy who took the initiative to sit in his office chair in front of him was surprisingly arrogant today.
"I am also a teacher here. Why should I give you advice on destroying this place?" Xia Luoyang said.
As soon as he said this, he felt a pain in his right arm. When he looked down, he saw his arm was separating from his body.
Blood spurted out.
The pain came suddenly, beating violently on his nerves like a drum.
Su Mingan, with a flashing spatial cross light, appeared in front of him, the sword in his hand covered with a dark shadow.
"Can I tell you now?" Su Mingan asked.
"You are really arrogant today, Yang Xia." Xia Luoyang said, "If you want to know, convince me."
“Swish!”
Hearing Xia Luoyang's words, Su Mingan swung his sword without hesitation.
Blood exploded in an instant, and the sword blade passed through without encountering any obstacles.
With a dull "click", Xia Luoyang's left arm fell to the ground.
Xia Luoyang took a deep breath but did not scream. His expression remained as calm as ever.
"...The method of force won't work on me, Yang Xia, don't try it."
His tone was quiet.
He knew that Yang Xia, who knew nothing yet and had only found some fragmentary clues, would not kill him easily.
At most, they were using this method, which was close to torture, to force information out of him.
But this route of violent extraction doesn't work for him.
He was controlled by the entire White Sand Paradise. Even though he was a rare being who had awakened some self-awareness and helped Yang Xia integrate into this place at the beginning, he still had to shut up when it was time to do so.
...Unless the other party can convince him.
This is the rule, the hidden school rule.
He looked calm and waited for Yang Xia's question.
Then, he saw a pitch-black sword quickly approaching his left shoulder.
"Um... okay?"
Yang Xia was talking to him:
"Goodbye then, Teacher Xia."
The next moment, blood spurted out and the vision was dizzy.
Xia Luoyang's head flew up, with astonishment still in his eyes.
...Xia Luoyang never understood why Yang Xia in front of him would kill him directly after a disagreement.
Obviously, if he were kept alive, even if he was just asked a few words, he could get clues from him.
...But the other party took action directly.
Xia Luoyang's head fell to the ground and gradually rolled away, leaving a trail of bright red and dark red.
The blood seeped into the floor, staining it red.
[*You killed Xia Luoyang (belonging to Baisha Paradise), Exp+8000! ]
A moving system prompt pops up.
Su Mingan squatted down and quickly searched Xia Luoyang's body, and found a half-smoked box of cigarettes, a lighter and a box of matches.
With a "click", the fire lit up, and the faint blue flames popped out and danced faintly between his fingers.
Beautiful flame, like a blue elf.
Holding the lighter with the flame floating in it, he walked out of the office, walked along the creaking floorboards, and came to the front door.
He opened the door, walked out, rubbed the smooth body of the lighter with his fingertips, and then lifted it up.
The dark blue color draws a parabola like a meteor.
The flames dyed the floor and fell like stars.
He took out the box of matches and scratched one.
"cluster".
A sound with a slightly frosted texture was heard, and an orange-yellow fire danced at the end of a small wooden stick. In the sunlight, the flame was like a firefly in the light.
He waved his hand, and a clear yellow parabola lit up.
The flames fell to the ground, spreading rapidly, and scraped across the entire wooden board like paint, spreading recklessly.
"cluster".
Another "firefly" was jumping on his fingertips.
He held out his hand, and the rising fireworks shone brightly in the darkness inside the door.
The flames spread.
He stood in a ray of daylight, with his back to the bright sunshine, watching a layer of fiery red dusk spread rapidly and the flames devour the wooden floor.
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