Return [Quick Transmigration]

After wasting hundreds of arrows, Qin Zhao finally had an arrow that hit a human target.He watched the arrow stably inserted into the corpse's knee, and suddenly felt exhausted physically and mentally.

NO.11 has already shot more than 30 arrows in the center, and Fu Chunming also has [-] successful arrows.Fu Chunming saw that Qin Zhao stopped his hands, and his expression was not right, so he quietly moved towards him, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you stop?"

Qin Zhao's lips moved up and down, but he shook his head and did not speak.Even if the people were dead, he still couldn't shoot arrows at the corpses of these dead people.

Fu Chunming probably guessed what he was thinking, and pursed his lips to hide the look in his eyes, "Listen to Mr., otherwise... we have nothing to eat."

Qin Zhao looked up at him, Fu Chunming had already turned his head away, and shot the arrow with more force.The person in front of him was still a child with an immature face, his hands were trembling violently, but he couldn't resist.

Wei San had seen Qin Zhao and Fu Chunming's small movements a long time ago, he raised his hand, and the servant who was responsible for providing the arrow branches walked over quickly.

Wei San whispered a few words in his ear, the other party looked surprised, then nodded, turned and hurried into the end of the corridor.After he left, Wei San whistled, and No. 11 and other dead disciples all stopped.

Qin Zhao looked at Wei San who was smiling softly, and felt uncomfortable in his heart.

NO.11 and the others were also very confused, not understanding why Wei San wanted to stop them.Before they were confused for a long time, seven people came out from the servant door at the end of the corridor.These seven people were old and young, men and women, the youngest looked about the same age as Qin Zhao, and the oldest was an old lady in her 60s.

A bad thought floated up in Qin Zhao's mind, and it was soon confirmed.The servants first untied all the dead bodies tied to the target, and then tied the seven living people to the target one by one—this is to make living targets!

Qin Zhao looked at a boy of the same age in front of him, and his heart sank.The faces of Fu Chunming and the other six were also not very good. Although they had been in Baixue Villa for more than a month, and they had also completed the first elimination mission, but at that time the enemy was the enemy, either you died or I lived, and there was no time to think about it. too much.But now it's different, these living people look like ordinary people, shooting arrows at them is tantamount to killing them with their own hands.

Or use the cruelest method.

"After shooting for so long, why don't we have a more interesting game." Wei San walked leisurely behind the dead disciples, "You don't need to shoot them in the heart, as long as whoever kills them first, you can Go back and rest."

Wei San paused behind Qin Zhao, "How about it, is this game easy?"

At this time, the servants had already removed the cloth balls from the mouths of the living people tied to the target, and they begged one after another.

"My lord, please, let us go..."

"I don't want to die, my child is still waiting for me to go back, my lord, don't!"

"Woooooo...I'm so scared, brother, don't kill me, please..."

"My lord, please!"

"My lord, we don't want to die!"

"grown ups……"

There were whimpers one after another, and Qin Zhao suddenly smelled a smell of urine, which came from the boy tied to the target in front of him.A large area of ​​his light-colored trousers was already wet and black, and a puddle of water could still be vaguely seen on the ground.

Wei San didn't seem to hear these living people's cries for help, but glanced sharply at No.11 and the others. He smiled coldly, "Huh? Are you afraid to do it?"

NO.11 and others pursed their lips tightly, not knowing how to respond.

Wei San was not annoyed either, he put away his bone fan and casually pointed at the target in front of him, "I won't force you either, if anyone doesn't want to just bring it up, then his living target can be removed."

NO.11 and the others looked at each other, and they all felt that Wei San shouldn't be so talkative, it was more like a trap.Based on how he got along with Wei San today, Qin Zhao has a general understanding of what kind of person he is, and of course he also knows that he will not be so kind.

"Brother, I don't want to die, woo woo woo..."

"Brother, please let me go..."

But Qin Zhao couldn't turn a blind eye to the children's pleading voices coming from the opposite side. NO.11 gritted his teeth, raised his bow and arrow, and shot an arrow at the living target, which directly hit the opponent's abdomen. Soon, the arrow branch was stained red by the gushing blood. No. 12 and others saw No. 11's action, hesitated for a moment, and then raised their bows and arrows. Arrows rained down on the living target.

In an instant, the training field was filled with wailing, covered by a thick smell of blood.

Qin Zhao's stomach churned violently when he smelled the increasingly strong smell of blood.With trembling hands, Fu Chunming pulled up the bow and arrow under Qin Zhao's astonished gaze, and with a whoosh, the arrow sticks hard on the living target's body.Qin Zhao quickly turned his head to look, and the left eye of the living target was pierced by Fu Chunming's arrow. The man was in grief, and the blood instantly dyed his face red.

"What? Pity him?"

Wei San did not know when he came to Qin Zhao's side, his body was slightly bent, and the fair and delicate person was right in front of him.As long as Qin Zhao tilted his head, their faces would touch each other.

Qin Zhao was silent, Wei San gave him a teasing look and stood up straight, the fan opened to cover the lower half of his face, Qin Zhao could only hear his cold voice in his ears.

"What I just said is not a joke, as long as you want to let him go, I will let him go." Wei San smiled lightly, "How? Do you want to let him go?"

Qin Zhao looked up at the boy who was so frightened that he peed again, clenched his fists and then loosened them.

"put."

NO.11 and others sneered, Fu Chunming opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, just looked at Qin Zhao worriedly.

"Row."

Wei San raised his bone fan with a smile, and waved it at the servants beside him.The servant walked up to the target facing Qin Zhao expressionlessly, untied the boy tied to it, and escorted him to Qin Zhao and Wei San.

Wei San walked up to the boy, lifted his chin with a bone fan, and looked at him jokingly, "It's not bad looking."

After finishing speaking, Wei San walked slowly past the boy, his mouth moved slightly, and the boy's expression changed quickly.

After Wei San left, the boy timidly walked up to Qin Zhao, wiped away his tears and said, "Thank you brother, I, I thought I was going to be like everyone else..."

Qin Zhao twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a stiff smile, "It's all right now."

"Yeah!" The boy raised his head and smiled brightly.Suddenly, as soon as the light flashed across Qin Zhao's eyes, the boy who was smiling timidly at him had picked up the arrow branch next to him at some point, and stabbed towards Qin Zhao with a fierce face.

Qin Zhao was astonished and turned sideways to hide, but his cheek was not spared, and a deep scar was directly scratched down from the corner of the eye by the arrow.Qin Zhao's mouth tasted salty, slightly salty, and a bit bitter.Before Qin Zhao came back to his senses, the boy rushed towards Qin Zhao again with arrow branches, and threw Qin Zhao to the ground.

His face was ferocious, and his eyes were full of resentment. He pressed Qin Zhao with his legs, and raised it high with both hands holding the arrow branch, "Go to hell, you people are all going to die for me!"

Qin Zhao stared wide-eyed, just watching the opponent's arrow branch coming towards him.

Wei San stood aside, shaking the bone fan, and didn't intend to go forward. It seemed that Qin Zhao being killed by the opponent was as common as stepping on an ant. NO.11 and others also put down their bows and arrows, and looked at Qin Zhao with disdain.

Kind hearted?These things had to be thrown away when they were sent to Baixue Villa. NO.11 withdrew his gaze, picked up the bow and arrow again, and shot the arrow into the living target with more viciousness.

"NO.17..."

Qin Zhao seemed to have heard Fu Chunming's voice. Suddenly, the arrow that was stabbing down in front of his eyes suddenly became very slow. He tilted his head, and the voices and movements of Fu Chunming's people seemed to freeze suddenly. , became slow in his eyes. The sound of NO.11 and others shooting arrows became prolonged, and he could clearly see the trajectory of the arrows.

Qin Zhao turned his head and fixed his eyes on the face of the boy pressing on him.The eyes are protruding, the eyeballs are bloodshot, the mouth is wide open, the smile is crazy, the cheeks are tense because of the exaggerated expression, the face of a teenager is obviously full of wrinkles, and it is scary.

Is this the person he wants to let go?

Qin Zhao felt his face hurt, he stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, and the scene he saw turned red instantly, he looked at the warm blood on his palm, and his face was a little sad.Qin Zhao didn't understand why he was sent to this world. Did he let him abandon this cowardly but taken-for-granted kindness?

The arrow branch had already come in front of him, Qin Zhao's eyes gradually became indifferent, he raised his hands tremblingly, and paused when he was about to touch the arrow branch, all the tremors dissipated, and he became extremely firm.Holding the opponent's hand firmly with both hands, with a sharp look in his eyes, he turned over and crushed the boy under his body.

In the eyes of Wei San, NO.11 and others, when the boy was holding the arrow branch and was about to pierce Qin Zhao's heart, Qin Zhao suddenly turned over and subdued the opponent at the very moment. The movement was clean and swift.

Before the dead disciples could react, Qin Zhao grabbed the opponent's arrow and pierced into the opponent's heart.The boy's eyes widened in disbelief, and with a kick of his legs, the hand holding the arrow branch slowly dropped to the sandy ground.

"Ok?"

This action... Wei San was thoughtful, and soon smiled as usual.

Qin Zhao's hands were gradually stained red by the gurgling blood, and his head was kept lowered, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

"...NO.17."

Fu Chunming looked at him worriedly, but Qin Zhao didn't give him any response.

When everyone thought he had passed out, Qin Zhao finally stood up unsteadily.However, he still hangs his head. Because of the fight with someone just now, the blue headband that has been tied on his head has been pulled to the ground. At this time, his long black hair is floating around, matching his dirty clothes , No matter how you look at it, it's a bit embarrassing.

But No.11 and others somehow felt goosebumps on their arms when they saw Qin Zhao like this, and felt a little apprehensive.

Qin Zhao staggered up to Wei San just like that, but when everyone thought he was going to blame Wei San, Qin Zhao just said a word in a hoarse voice.

"As long as you kill them, you can go back to rest, right?"

Wei San smiled, "Of course."

NO.11 and others couldn't help recalling what Wei San said before, "You don't need to shoot them in the heart, as long as whoever kills them first, you can go back to rest." Bows and arrows, and Qin Zhao did stab people to death with arrow branches. Although it was a coincidence, he still successfully cleared the game, didn't he?

Fu Chunming's hand holding the bow and arrow was tightened, his head was lowered, he didn't know what he was thinking. No. 11 and the others looked a little blue, probably because they didn't expect that the person whom I had always called trash would be ahead of me this time, completing the training faster than me.

Qin Zhao didn't want to talk to anyone, and when he heard Wei San's words, he just nodded silently, then swayed back towards the way he came.

A servant came out of the corner in a hurry, without noticing Qin Zhao, the two bumped into each other directly.The servant kept apologizing, but Qin Zhao just raised his head slightly, glanced at him, and then continued towards the death room.

The servant froze on the spot, still thinking about Qin Zhao's look just now, the eyes protruding from the black hair were fierce and cold, which made people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

When Qin Zhao walked to the fork in the road, he suddenly heard a soft sound of a piano from afar.The sound of the piano is like a ray of warm sun that suddenly casts down in winter, clear and melodious.Qin Zhao's restless heart suddenly calmed down, and when he came back to his senses, he had unconsciously followed the sound.

Among the lush forests and bamboos, a man of unidentifiable gender wearing a white cloak with a wide hood is leaning comfortably on the bamboo, with his legs outstretched and lightly playing a simple lyre. The mottled sunlight and tree shadows hit him , shadowy.

"Ok?"

The sound of the piano gradually faded, and the other party nodded slightly. Under the brim of the white hat, a tall nose and light lips were exposed. Before Qin Zhao could see the other party's face clearly, he was awakened by his voice, turned around and left in a hurry.

"Dead Apostle?"

In the secluded place in the forest, a faint and misty voice slowly dissipated in the rustling wind.

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