Chapter 653, I will thank him
Kong Xiyan knew it from the beginning.
All of this was a trap set by the Master to target her.
If the first step is to bring all her people out into the open.
So what about the second level?
Do you want to get rid of all her helpers?
Um?
Master, what exactly do you want to do?
While Kong Xiyan was thinking, she asked the others to separate into different groups and find different staff members to report the correct answers, while avoiding the players in the dark who were already furious.
The Master had no intention of letting these players actually join the game from the beginning. He simply wanted these players to serve as background members or obstacles for her.
I have to say that when it comes to creating momentum, Master is really good at it.
At least, Kong Xiyan began to become interested in the entire game.
"Xiyan, aren't you going?" Meng Xichao felt a little excited as he saw that only the two of them were left in the room.
"What am I going to do?" Kong Xiyan flicked on her phone and gave Meng Xizhao a lazy look: "If I go, who will protect you?"
The corners of Meng Xichao's mouth curled up slightly, but soon, when he heard the broadcast announcement "Congratulations to the tenth player for passing the level", Meng Xichao could no longer sit still.
There is only one spot left.
"Ah...it seems I have no choice but to go." Kong Xiyan stretched and glanced at Meng Xichao indifferently: "I really envy you. You can pass the customs without any rush. I'll go find the staff."
"Go ahead, I won't wander around, don't worry." Meng Xichao kept smiling and remained calm.
This composure only lasted until Kong Xiyan left. He listened quietly to the sounds outside, and then found the right opportunity to retreat out the door. Only then did he find that there were two rookies outside who glanced at him with a depressed look on their faces, as if they were very dissatisfied with him for not guessing the truth.
Meng Xichao didn't have time to deal with them, so he quickly found a staff member and told him the correct answer.
"Congratulations on becoming the eleventh player to advance." The staff member took Meng Xichao's commemorative card and said, "Player No. 57, this has been recorded for you. Please keep this commemorative card. It will be your only proof of qualification for future levels and prizes."
"Yeah." Meng Xichao breathed a sigh of relief. Turning around, he saw Kong Xiyan not far behind him, with her arms folded across her chest, looking at him with a half-smile.
Meng Xichao's heart suddenly tightened again. Then, just like every time Kong Xiyan exposed his clumsy lies, he sighed, smiled helplessly, and walked over: "Xiyan, you gave up advancing to block me. Can I understand that you care about me more than this game?"
"You understand it very well. Don't try to understand it next time." Kong Xiyan turned around and walked back.
"Isn't it?" Meng Xichao immediately caught up with him: "That was the last spot, and you gave it to me."
"That is indeed the last spot." Kong Xiyan looked at him: "But I didn't give it to you."
"What does this mean?" Meng Xichao frowned slightly.
"Don't you find it strange?" Kong Xiyan curled her lips: "Why are you and I the only ones left in the room in the end? Huh?"
"?" Meng Xichao recalled carefully: "Luo Zhenxuan."
Luo Zhenxuan should have been the first player to pass the level, but later he followed Kong Zhishan and the others out.
The broadcasts about the subsequent level passing were played one after another, and Meng Xichao only focused on this point and completely ignored the fact that Luo Zhenxuan had left.
"I gave him my card." Kong Xiyan's smile widened. "Only the card is recognized, not the person. This rule is pretty good, isn't it?"
The corners of Meng Xichao's mouth twitched, and he held his forehead helplessly: "You actually tricked me, it's really..."
"What? Are you still not used to it?" Kong Xiyan tilted her head: "After being pressed to the ground and rubbed by me for so many years, I thought you should have gotten used to it by now."
"Yeah, once a habit is formed, it's really hard to change." Meng Xichao reached out and grabbed Kong Xiyan's arm, pulling her closer to the emergency passage and pressing her against the wall: "Xiyan, we are childhood sweethearts. I have known you longer than anyone else on the ship except Shanshan."
"That's true." Kong Xiyan did not deny it.
"After such a long time, even a stone would have warmed up by now, right?" Meng Xichao's eyes were filled with sadness. "Do you really have to point a knife at me?"
"You were the one who suddenly grabbed my arm." Kong Xiyan held a small dagger, the sharp tip of the knife against the side of Meng Xichao's neck, and she had already found the most suitable piercing position: "Please look for the reason in yourself."
"..." Meng Xichao took a deep breath and said, "What did Luo Zhenxuan tell you?"
"What?" Kong Xiyan didn't know why Meng Xichao suddenly mentioned Luo Zhenxuan at this time.
"Why him and not me?" Meng Xichao said, "I have confessed to you many times, and I am sincere to you."
"Meng Xichao, your confession can't even deceive yourself. You don't understand what sincerity is. You have never been sincere to anyone in your life." Kong Xiyan looked into Meng Xichao's eyes: "You have told so many lies that you don't even know what is true and what is false."
"Haha, is it because I've told too many lies that you won't believe anything I say?" Meng Xichao's smile was a little pale.
"It really doesn't matter whether I believe it or not." Kong Xiyan said, "Meng Xichao, don't drag me into your boring game of creating a god. I'm not in the mood to be your god."
"Don't be my god?" Meng Xizhao tilted his head and looked at Kong Xiyan: "It would be better if Luo Zhenxuan had never appeared, right?"
"If Luo Zhenxuan hadn't appeared, you would have died on Shenyin Mountain." Kong Xiyan's eyes turned cold: "You should thank him."
That day, she really had the intention to kill.
If Luo Zhenxuan had not suddenly appeared, she would have killed the beast with her own hands.
"Heh." Meng Xichao sneered: "You mean I should thank him?"
"otherwise?"
"Okay." Meng Xichao pushed Kong Xiyan's knife-holding hand away, but it didn't move away. His expression changed again and again, and he could only raise his hands high to show surrender: "I will thank him well."
"He doesn't need your hypocritical gratitude." Kong Xiyan put away the knife and said, "Meng Xichao, if you can survive, live well. If you can't survive, find a quiet place to spend the rest of your life. Don't mess with me.
I don’t have that much patience for you.”
Meng Xichao didn't respond, just nodded and smiled as usual.
Kong Xiyan then snorted coldly and turned away, leaving Meng Xichao alone in the safe passage.
"Oh." Meng Xichao sighed and took out the commemorative card he had just stolen from Kong Xiyan from his sleeve. The number displayed on the card was 16.
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