To prevent Ahri from being sold off, Xiao Jin stepped in again.
This time it was a life-or-death struggle; his enemies were ferocious beasts, a lion and a tiger.
In the end, he won with great difficulty.
She won't be sold off.
When Xiao Jin returned, he was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.
Ah Li leaned against Xiao Jin, looking towards the darkness ahead, "Why did you make me get close to him?"
In the system space, the system administrator flipped through the booklet and said, "His ancestors once had a fortuitous encounter and received the inheritance of Pangu, possessing the ability to create the world. After your small world is launched, it will need a creator god."
"Can't I do it myself?"
"Of course you can do it yourself, but creating a world is not easy. Now that there is a ready-made creator god, why don't you want it?"
"And what was his outcome?"
"He'll be fine. Just bring him into your little world and make him willingly hand over Pangu's legacy, and he'll live."
Therefore, in this world, Ahri is not a slave at all, but the behind-the-scenes owner of this arena.
She spent three years trying to gain Xiao Jin's trust, confidence, and affection.
Now, this person likes her.
Ahri placed her hand behind Xiao Jin's neck, where an ancient totem appeared, shimmering with an eerie light. The totem's structure was extremely complex.
Because of Pangu's legacy, Xiao Jin's entire family was wiped out.
He was sent to this arena because someone wanted to force out the inherited power within him.
They wanted to seize Pangu's legacy.
Suddenly, Xiao Jin's body trembled violently, as if flames were ignited from the inside out.
A burning heat surged wildly within his body, as if it were about to tear his internal organs apart.
"ah--"
Xiao Jin roared and pushed Ah Li away. His hands gripped the ground tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
His veins bulged under his skin, like countless black snakes writhing.
The sealed power within his body seemed to be awakened, transforming into a chilling current that intertwined with the scorching heat, creating a near-mad conflict.
In that instant, countless fragmented images flashed through his mind.
The family's secret techniques, the memories buried in the past, and the massacre that wiped out the entire family.
All the pain, anger, and hatred erupted at this moment, like an unstoppable volcanic eruption.
His eyes turned blood red, and his pupils flashed with a ferocious, beast-like light.
"Xiao Jin! Calm down! It's me, Ah Li!"
Ah Li panicked. Her voice trembled and her voice was hurried. Her face was full of fear, as if she was terrified by Xiao Jin's appearance.
She rushed to Xiao Jin's side, her hands gripping his arm tightly, her fingertips cold and trembling. "Xiao Jin, it's me, Ah Li. Please don't do this, I'm scared."
Xiao Jin's blood-red gaze lingered on her face for a moment. It was Ah Li; he couldn't frighten her.
The totem on the back of his neck slowly disappeared, and he completely lost consciousness again.
The fear and helplessness on Ahri's face disappeared, replaced by a morbid expectation.
She slowly turned her head to look at the masked man guarding outside the cage.
The masked men dared not look Ahri in the eye; they all lowered their heads, unable to continue watching.
"Go, fetch some water and some food."
As the masked man turned to leave, he heard Ahri say with great distress before he left, "In this world, only the dead can keep secrets, but I am now just a weak, helpless, pitiful and incompetent slave. Killing someone is really a bit difficult for me."
Fragile and helpless, pitiful and incompetent?
The Iron Masks, who were standing guard nearby, decided to keep their mouths shut when they thought about the traps around the arena and her previous ruthless methods.
Some people want to cut off their own tongues in front of Ahri, or give themselves some kind of mute drug.
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