Impossible, this must be a trap.
She is taking advantage of my kindness again. Unfortunately, my kindness is reserved for good people. Evil people like you are only worthy of being killed by my knife.
Cheng Shi observed the other person seriously for a few seconds, then quietly pulled out a scalpel from his sleeve and held it in his hand.
He raised the knife and made two precise strikes at the back of Du Yao's head, and then...
A knife flew out and broke the window beside him, and he jumped out without hesitation.
He didn't want to do anything at all, he just wanted to leave!
Are you kidding? Cheng Shi didn’t think he could kill a man who couldn’t be killed after fighting with a top warrior for a long time. He was very self-aware.
Just like when he killed Mo Shu's stand-in, all his efforts would at most cost him the life of a top player. Since he couldn't be killed either way, why should he cause trouble for himself?
What's more, there is no mortal enmity between him and the poison, so why not just run away?
Stay away from danger and put an end to it.
But having said that, the problem is that sometimes reality is always contrary to our wishes.
Just when Cheng Shi leaped forward and was about to rush out of the attic, a strong arm suddenly stretched out from the floor, grabbed his ankle, and pulled him back.
"......"
Cheng Shi seemed to have anticipated this. He jumped back without any embarrassment, and then landed heavily beside Du Yao, who had already opened his eyes, and sneered:
"You're so quick at faking your corpse?"
Du Yao's face turned pale again. She blinked and said weakly, "Do you really want to leave me?"
Cheng Shi nodded coldly: "Yes, I really want to, very much, so can I leave?"
A trace of disappointment flashed across Du Yao's eyes. She pursed her lips tightly and said with a complicated expression, "Then go."
After saying that, he tilted his head and started sobbing.
"......"
Cheng Shi didn't move, not because he changed his mind, but because Du Yao's hand was still tightly gripping his ankle, and he was afraid that if he moved, his leg would be crippled.
"Have you acted enough? If you have, then let me go. I said I won't give you treatment before I get your information.
But it seems to me that you probably don’t need treatment.”
"Who said I didn't need it? I'm really hurt."
Du Yao suddenly stopped crying. Her mood changed so quickly that the moment she turned around, her eyes, which had just been red from crying, instantly returned to normal.
She looked at Cheng Shi with great interest, constantly sizing up this old friend, and smiled:
"Why, are you also interested in [Gift of Wounds]?"
Cheng Shi glanced at her and said nothing. Seeing that Cheng Shi ignored her, Du Yao sighed and said:
"It seems that you can't let go of your prejudice against me, alas...
It’s okay, I’m used to it. This is a world full of prejudice.
But when everyone is prejudiced against others, isn't this a correction to the world?
Perhaps prejudice...is the most real perspective of all living beings.
But I want to make it clear that I have no prejudice against you, little pastor. I know you are a good person and have always been.
So the moment I saw you, I was so happy because I knew that there was finally someone I could trust in this trial."
As she spoke, Duyao sat up, turned her back, and unbuttoned her tattered down jacket in front of Cheng Shi, revealing a naked back covered in blood and wounds.
Um, bare back.
"......"
Cheng Shi was shocked.
No, sister, what kind of good person would not wear any clothes under his down jacket?
His expression was slightly stiff, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said helplessly: "The back you are talking about should not be this back!"
Duyao turned around with his hands covering his chest, and said in surprise:
"Of course not, I just showed you my wound.
Oh~
I see, you like this?"
"......"
Cheng Shi's face froze and he turned around and wanted to leave, but just as he took a heavy step forward, Du Yao spoke again.
"The Gift of Wounds is in this trial. If you leave now, you will never get it again."
Cheng Shi paused and frowned.
The truth!
What she said was actually true!
[Gift of Wounds] is actually here?
It seems that Hu Wei and Dayi’s target is indeed this!
What about the God of Fun? What does He mean?
He wanted him to take the [Gift of Wounds] which was said to be the dream dagger of all assassins?
hiss--
The soul of a messenger is indeed very attractive...
No, no, no, Cheng Shi, you must remember what that adult said. Greed is the way to death. Before you understand the background of this trial and everyone's motives, you must not let [Filth] arouse your greed!
The [Fallen] Chosen One in front of you is influencing your desires!
The most important thing right now is to figure out where this is and why the poison is here. Is she... also here for Dizel's soul?
Just as Cheng Shi was frowning in thought, Du Yao spoke again.
"Little priest, I have already paid the deposit, is it time to...go to work?"
On the clock?
Which kind person can manage the treatment and call the clock?
Cheng Shi's expression suddenly became interesting. He glanced at the two bloody holes on Du Yao's shoulders, then sighed and casually cast a healing spell.
The healing holy light enveloped Poison's back, stopping the bleeding wound. Poison felt that his body was no longer losing blood, and he raised the corners of his mouth and squeezed out a comfortable tremor from his throat.
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