When Ye Ci heard this, she instinctively took a step back. However, before she could land her foot on the ground, she felt something grabbing her ankle. She quickly looked down and felt a gust of hot air blowing towards her. In this hot air, she saw that the floor beneath her feet had cracked open and a withered hand had reached out from the crack. This hand was the culprit who had grabbed her ankle.
It would be a lie to say that she wasn't frightened. Anyone who encountered such a situation would be shocked no matter how strong their mental fortitude was. Ye Ci almost screamed. However, her body was able to cope with this situation better than her brain. Just as Ye Ci was in a daze, she unsheathed the dagger at her waist. In the next moment, the dagger stabbed towards the withered hand.
It was apparent that the hand had a life of its own. After being stabbed by Ye Ci, it let go of the hand as if it had been scalded and retreated back into the crack. Ye Ci staggered and almost fell to the ground. This wasn't a place to stay for long. This thought suddenly struck her and she immediately turned around to leave.
She was very fast, but someone was even faster than her! Just as Ye Ci was about to run out, someone grabbed her arm.
Ye Ci instinctively turned around and saw that the person who grabbed her was the little beggar. He still looked ordinary, but his grip was very strong. Ye Ci couldn't break free. What made Ye Ci unable to move was that there was a door behind him. Behind the door was an empty space. She tried her best to swing the dagger in her hand again, but the little beggar's lips curled into a sinister smile: "The same trick won't work if it's used twice, White Elf!"
After saying that, he released his grip and Ye Ci's body floated up into the air. She was sucked into the door by a strong suction force, and then …..
There was no 'then'.
Nothing in the kitchen seemed to have changed. It was still peaceful. The floor didn't crack, the door didn't move, and no one had ever come to this tavern. Ye Ci wasn't here, and the little beggar wasn't here. It was as if nothing had happened.
Ye Ci could only feel that her body was weightless. Suddenly, she fell rapidly. Ye Ci couldn't do anything. She could only wait for the final result in this despairing fall. Just as she was falling faster and faster, just as she thought she was going to fall to her death, her body suddenly stopped. This sudden stop made Ye Ci's body unable to withstand the impact of gravity. Suddenly, a salty taste rushed out from her chest, through her throat, and into her mouth.
However, she couldn't see anything. Everything was pitch black in front of her... Ever since she was sucked into the door, it had been like this. However, she was still able to open her character's status panel. She saw that her HP was too low.
Wasn't it too low? She had almost 10,000 HP, and now she only had two digits left. If anyone were to touch her now, they would probably die. She wanted to take out a health potion from her inventory to replenish her embarrassing HP, but the system kept telling her that she couldn't do anything in this situation.
Alright, if the system told her that she couldn't do anything, then didn't it mean that she was now a fish on the chopping block?
After staying in the same spot for about five seconds, Ye Ci's body fell again. This time, there was no suspense. Just as she fell, her back landed heavily on a hard surface. Her pitiful HP once again fell from two digits to single digits.
Ye Ci screamed in her mind as she stared at the mysterious HP bar, "F * ck you! If you want to kill me, then do it quickly. Do you need to cut me with such a blunt knife?! I didn't commit the crime of death by a thousand cuts!! What the hell!! "
"White Elf, is it fun?"
Just as Ye Ci was still angry in her heart, a voice that made Ye Ci want to slap him to death rang out. Following the voice, a dim light lit up. Ye Ci squinted her eyes and immediately saw the little beggar who tricked her into coming here. He was squatting on a stone pillar not far away and was laughing at her miserably.
She moved her head. The system didn't tell her that she couldn't do anything. It seemed that she could move now. She immediately stuffed a health potion into her mouth. Seeing her HP slowly rising, she felt a lot more at ease. Then she got up with a grunt and took a defensive stance towards the little beggar. "Who the hell are you?"
The little beggar chuckled but didn't say anything. His laughter was very strange, like a knife scratching on glass, making a sharp sound that made people's hair stand on end.
Ye Ci took a deep breath. She tried her best not to be affected by the strange atmosphere. She calmed herself down and didn't say anything. She just quietly looked at the little beggar. If she was anxious at this time, she would lose a lot of opportunities.
The little beggar looked at Ye Ci with a strange gaze. It was like a hunter looking at his prey. This feeling made Ye Ci very uncomfortable. She felt like something was wrong.
"What's your goal?" Ye Ci looked at the little beggar for a long time and finally opened her mouth to ask.
"My goal?" The little beggar laughed, "White Elf, do you really not understand, or are you pretending not to understand?" As he spoke, he stood up, stretched out his arms, and shouted. A pair of black fleshy wings drilled out from the skin on his back, and the little beggar's body gradually changed. In the end, he turned into the classic image of a demon in western mythology.
After the transformation, the little beggar raised his head and spat out a mouthful of smoke. He flapped his wings and flew up. He extended his sharp claws at Ye Ci and said, "I'm the subordinate of the Naga King, White Elf. Do you understand my goal now?"
Of course, I understand!
Ye Ci's heart sank. She had just returned to the Middle Continent and the Naga King's lackey had already come knocking on her door. It seemed like her days ahead weren't going to be easy. Ye Ci looked at the little beggar's attributes. Oh my god, level 150 ….
If the little beggar were to personally attack a monster of this level, Ye Ci wouldn't be able to resist at all. She could just lie on the ground and wait for her death. Even if she summoned Ol 'Three, The Fourth Prince, and Ol' Six, they wouldn't be able to withstand a single attack from the little beggar.
This was the difference in level.
"What if I say no?" Even though the difference in level was too great, Ye Ci couldn't just turn into a corpse if they were to fight. Even if she lost the battle, she couldn't lose the battle. Therefore, even though Ye Ci knew the difference in level was too great, she still drew her bow and got into a fighting stance.
The little beggar, or rather the Demon Ronal, laughed heartily at the sight of Ye Ci's posture, "White Elf, are you trying to fight me with that posture of yours?"
"So what if I am?"
"Do you think you can block my attack with your ant-like strength?" "You should know that if I want to kill you, it'll be as easy as squashing an ant." Ronar extended his claws at Ye Ci, "You should know that if I want to kill you, it'll be as easy as squashing an ant."
"So what?" Ye Ci stopped attacking and looked at Ronal casually, "I can only tell you that I won't give you what you want!"
Ronal's purple pupils suddenly constricted. It was obvious that he was angry, but he didn't immediately explode like ordinary demons. He only paused for a moment, then laughed again. He flapped his huge wings and flew down from the stone pillar. He began circling Ye Ci.
Ye Ci was still standing on the same spot. At most, her eyes moved left and right as Ronal flew around.
"White Elf, think carefully. It's easy for me to kill you," Ronal said to Ye Ci as he stopped in mid-air in front of her.
"Adventurers aren't afraid of death," Ye Ci pointed out calmly. That's right. To her, dying a few times was nothing. At most, she would lose some EXP and equipment. With her current leveling speed, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Ronal seemed to have expected Ye Ci's rejection. He wasn't angry and continued to persuade Ye Ci, "White Elf, don't make yourself sound so noble and noble. You're the worst adventurer I've ever seen. Look, no one in Hero City is willing to talk to you. Why are you still so stubborn about doing things for them? Don't you know that you're only suited to be with people like us? "
Ye Ci was stunned. She couldn't tell that these NPCs were smart enough to threaten her with her red name.
"How about it? Think about it again. If you're willing to give it to me, not only will I not hurt you, but I'll even open a door for you. There's a world you've never seen before, and there's power that everyone in this world desires. All you have to do is give up a little and give me the thing that doesn't belong to you. "Ronal's eyes narrowed as he spoke. It was very tempting.
Ye Ci narrowed her eyes and tilted her head as she pondered the question seriously. Did Ronal mean that if she handed over the Lethal Poison Arrow, she would become a member of the Nephilim race? There was no such thing in the game, not even in her last life. That was why Ye Ci did not know if such a system existed in the game. If it did exist, would there be any benefits for her to gain from going to the game? But what if Ronal was lying to her?
If she handed over the Lethal Poison Arrow, wouldn't it mean that her path to becoming the Elven King would come to an abrupt end? Wouldn't that mean that she would never have the chance to see the day she collected all five arrows?
This was really a difficult question to choose.
"What? White Elf, don't you want to become stronger? Stronger than everyone else? " Ronal seemed to be unable to hold back his temper. He moved closer to Ye Ci, and his narrowed eyes became even narrower.
Ye Ci looked at Ronal and smiled, "What if I still refuse?"
"Foolish Elf!" Ronal finally lost his temper. He roared, and before Ye Ci could react, he slapped her into a corpse. He then shouted angrily beside Ye Ci's corpse, "Do you think that I can't do anything to you just because you adventurers have the ability to resurrect infinitely? White Elf, you have rejected Ronal today. From now on, you will be pursued by the Naga army until the day you disappear! "
Ronal shouted as he flew further and further away. At this moment, Ye Ci's system notification sounded, "You have died in an unknown area. You cannot pick up your corpse. You can only choose to resurrect in a graveyard. The system will now randomly select a graveyard for you to resurrect in. Do you accept? "
Ye Ci looked at the system notification that had already appeared in front of her. She had no choice but to accept it. Why was the system still talking nonsense with her?
In fact, Ye Ci didn't know why she chose to reject Ronal in the end. Based on her personality, Ronal's offer was far too tempting. She could explore a new domain and obtain unprecedented power, which was something that she could not bear to part with. However, she still chose to give up in the end. Thinking about it, it was really hard to explain. However, she didn't regret it. In that moment of hesitation, she suddenly realized that there was nothing more to a powerful ability. For example, the Naga and Dau 'er still died in the end. But what about the past that was buried and forgotten by others? Did anyone mention it? Did anyone remember it?
At this moment, she suddenly wanted to know about Dau 'er's story. How ridiculous. She seemed to have given up something amazing just for a story. However, she really didn't regret it.
Ye Ci's eyes lit up when she confirmed the request. She was standing in a graveyard. Ye Ci scanned her surroundings. It was a map that she was unfamiliar with. Or perhaps it was because she was in her soul form that she could not see the map clearly. Ye Ci didn't care too much and chose to resurrect.
A white light flashed in front of her. She could finally see a colorful world. The base color of the map was orange. It was called the Crimson Highlands. Just like its name, the ground was red, and the sky seemed to be red as well. In short, it was a map that made people feel uneasy.
Just as Ye Ci was about to confirm the level of the map, she suddenly heard a voice. It was a voice that she would never forget even if she turned into ashes. It was a voice that was filled with surprise, joy, and mockery, "Aiyo, what kind of fate is this? I can't believe I'm able to meet someone I know even after I revive. Don't you think so, Little Gongzi?" If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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