This villain, please exercise some restraint.

The finals of the sword sect competition went smoothly. When the red-haired boy was covered in blood and the blood-stained knife tip pointed at the NPC opposite, the competition came to an end.

Chixuan.

This name, this berserker who always threatens with life, this maniac with a delicate face but extremely crazy inside, has been deeply imprinted in the impression of the players present.

He is not easy to mess with.

This is the consensus of almost all players.

The mission of the Sword Sect has made many players recognize this name and become afraid of it.

The leader of the Sword Sect held a large sword wrapped in red cloth and handed it to the final winner of this competition.

Perhaps it was the death of the chief that left him with no desire to speak, so he turned around and left without saying anything.

The Sword Sect's mission has come to an end.

On all the players' task panels, the task belonging to the Dao Zong slowly disappeared at the moment the final result was revealed.

The boy with long red hair took the knife and got off the ring directly.

"Mian" walked to the side of the Sword Sect leader, as if he was saying something.

Shi Si, on the other hand, followed Chi Xuan and stretched out his hand towards him with a smile.

That look, in Chi Xuan's eyes, was quite a bit like a smiling tiger.

With a "tsk" sound, Chixuan handed over the knife wrapped in red cloth that was still in his hand.

Shi Si did not reach out to take it, "I think you will get more than this from the Sword Sect mission."

"I want that new thing in your backpack."

Chixuan opened the space backpack and checked it suspiciously. To his surprise, there was really a brand new item lying quietly in the space backpack.

It seems that it has existed for a long time.

But he knew very well that he had never seen anything like it.

"Is this...a drop of blood?"

He took out the small drop-shaped piece of blood sealed in crystal from his space backpack, glanced at it doubtfully, and finally handed it to Shi Si.

The moment his fingertips touched each other, a brief introduction about the drop of blood appeared in front of Chixuan's eyes.

[Hot blood: The purest blood originating from the Sword Sect, the surging warmth brings indispensable heat to the human body. 】

Shi Si also saw this introduction.

He blinked, and the crimson font in front of him disappeared.

The blood droplets in the palm of his hand could still feel a little heat through the transparent crystal. This... was exactly what he was looking for.

Putting the blood drop into the space backpack, Shi Si turned around and left.

But his wrist was grabbed by a blood-stained hand.

Chixuan grabbed his wrist, and Shi Si tried to break free, but for a moment, he couldn't move even a bit.

"Let me follow you."

The boy with long red hair said suddenly.

"..."

Shi Si was silent. After a moment, he said expressionlessly: "Let go."

The hand holding his wrist showed no signs of relaxing, and even tightened.

That hand was mixed with blood stains from Chixuan's own and the enemy's that had not yet completely dried up. There was a fishy smell that made him a little unbearable.

But the hand still held his wrist tightly, as if he wouldn't let go until he let go.

"Why? Why do you want to follow me?"

In desperation, Shi Si looked at the long red-haired boy with blood-stained lips. His face was obviously delicate, but after being embellished with blood, it added an air of madness.

"Because I discovered that by following you, I can feel the most essential and pure clarity and joy that comes from the edge of life and death."

"You always seem to come up with the craziest but most appropriate plans for me...Shi Si, I need you, and I am willing to be...the fighting beast in your fighting field."

Chixuan looked directly into those dark eyes and spoke word by word.

He went through the Dao Zong competition all the way, just like a dream... But he was sure that this was the dream he wanted to experience, and Shi Si and "Mian" jointly created this dream.

And sometimes when Si was around, he would always feel inexplicably relieved. Even at the most dangerous moment, as long as he took a look at Si Si's calm face, he would feel that there was still a chance for everything to be reversed.

Moreover, no matter how seriously injured he was, Shi Si would take action and quickly pull him back from the brink of death.

After several competitions, he clearly and clearly realized... that he needed Shi Si, or... I don't know under what circumstances, he had quickly become dependent on Shi Si.

This sense of dependence made him subconsciously resist Shi Si's departure.

"Shi Si, I need you."

He said it again.

But he was destined to be disappointed, or in other words, when he saw those eyes without any emotion, it foreshadowed disappointment.

"Sorry, I don't need to fight beasts now."

"Besides, I don't have the habit of getting entangled with others, so if you don't let go of me, the 'Mian' behind you will give you a fatal blow."

Shi Si's words were unceremonious and without warmth, as if he who was smiling and patiently explaining a few days ago was just a phantom.

The sharp sword quickly pierced the heart of the boy with long red hair and then pulled it out the moment the boy with short white hair finished speaking.

That sword contained quite a lot of internal power. Chixuan bent down and covered his chest. A large amount of blood poured out from the corner of his mouth. His mind became clearer and his fighting spirit increased sharply, but he did not make any move. Any resistance.

This player, who was labeled as a "berserker" and "madman" in the minds of many players, fell to the ground silently in a large area of ​​blood, and was silently sent back to the resurrection point.

"Mian" held a long sword and watched Chixuan disappear with cold eyes.

"Did you get the stuff?"

He looked at Shi Si and softened his expression.

The boy with short white hair nodded, "Everything went well."

"That guy just now, I will send the elite of the Sword Sect to continue chasing him."

"Mian" continued, obviously, he saw Chixuan's strength just now.

So...he won't let it go.

Shi Si shook his head, "Don't worry about him. I think... he will still be needed for the open Sword Sect missions in the future."

"Next, our focus should be on the faith."

Mentioning Xin Zong, "Mian"'s expression changed slightly. He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the sword in his hand, and then slowly loosened it.

"Shi Si, if one day I can no longer help you, will I...become an abandoned child?"

He looked at the white-haired boy in front of him and looked straight into the dark eyes.

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Shi Si was stunned for a moment, then slowly lowered his head, his voice becoming depressed, "I don't know the answer to this question, but...it is conceivable that in the near future, if the punishment of 'The World' Come to me, I——"

What he was about to say was interrupted by "Mian", and panic quickly flashed across the face of the young man in red, which was rarely troubled.

Although until now, he has no specific concept of the "world" mentioned by the priestess and Shi Si, judging from the attitude of the priestess when referring to the "world" and Shi Si's worry, this is definitely not someone who is easy to mess with. character of.

"Stop talking, Shi Si, just because you brought me to Central Continent and gave me a new life together with the Gu Refiner, no matter what it takes, I will... help you, try my best... to help you."

The sword in his hand was neatly inserted back into the scabbard, "Mian" suppressed the inexplicable complexity in his heart and said this.

At this moment, he couldn't tell whether these words were reassuring Shi Si or comforting himself.