
Akbar started to feel a void in his heart since talking to the ghost of this game.
Akbar knows he's also the victim of an in-game murder, but he's bound by the rules in the game.
The existence of Arman and Bagas is now questioned.
What's more ... Suddenly Xiaoli's ring started to crack.
"I won't let you go either" Akbar shouted.
Akbar could not guess what Xiaoli would do.
"You're looking for Xiaoli?."
"Where?."
"I know where to find him, and we need to communicate better."
Akbar nodded at him, "Okay."
"You're still in a hurry to leave?! "
Akbar suddenly trembled, "Xiaoli!."
The next second, he stopped abruptly, and cold sweat drenched his back for a moment.
"Sep apart again?."
"Yes." Yeah."
"But, Xiaoli said I don't need to go back after talking to the female ghost."
DEG!
'This aura?' Xiaomei shook her head and sighed. 'His Highness Xiayu came before Xiaoli, this must have happened again.'
"How's it?."
"Xiaoli was taken away by the clan. I can't feel the aura anymore."
"Oh? Is that so? Or are we going on a trip?."
"Continued. You're close to solving this case, it's time for you to come back."
Xiaoli.
The duel is underway.
Xiaoli looked at all the clan representatives outside the verge of a duel, everyone's faces were covered with layers of red light, and they were extremely indifferent.
"You still want to be on the human side?."
"You are all suspected of being heretical, even if I agree. The devotee is the same threat to everyone, who knows who the next victim is? Xiayu?."
He spoke correctly and with dignity, but actually hid his selfishness.
In this place where trust is lacking, everyone is reluctant to trust others, especially each other.
There is also the risk of adoration.
No one dared to take this risk for anyone else .
After three duels, the situation on the field also changed drastically. The originally stable trio of seals also cracked and no longer trusted each other.
Everyone suspects each other.
"What are you talking about?"
You don't respond, he thinks it's the default.
Everyone's eyes turned cold.
"Doesn't anyone suspect why a talented successor would have to go through a test that shouldn't even exist?" Xiaoli placed the stick in her hand on the ground, "I tried to be honest, they might not believe me."
Some people subconsciously retreated from his place.
"What are you running for?" Xiaoli smiled, "I don't eat people."
Their faces slowly turned pale.
"Although I'm not a good person, I still have 'So a little gentleman'. When I'm done talking, I'll naturally let you go."
"Then you say... "
"Aren't you guys more worried about the joker's whereabouts than killing me?."
"What do you mean?"
“Do not understand?” Xiaoli frowned while showing a look of pity.
"You guys are his spare knife, but his survival value is only two points lower than him. You said that if the red line doesn't connect with you, you'll be safe ..." Xiaoli pursed her lips, "Is it a good thing or a bad thing for her."
After hearing Xiaoli's words, they only felt a chill on the soles of her feet.
"So, your successors ... how can you maintain it?"
"Naude! Someone help, don't forget, there are eight people who want to curse you."
"Joker is reluctant to lose you directly, of course he wants to kill you once or twice, then save you, it's frustrating. Sharpness makes you follow him stubbornly, this is the way to control someone."