"I am also a teacher here, why should I give you suggestions to destroy this place?" Xia Luoyang said.

As soon as he said the words, he felt pain in his right arm. When he lowered his head, he saw that his arm was leaving his body.

Blood spurted out.

The pain hit him instantly, beating his nerves like a drum.

Su Ming'an, flashing the space cross light, appeared in front of him, the sword blade in his hand covered with dark shadow.

"Can we talk now?" Su Mingan asked.

"You are really arrogant today, Yang Xia." Xia Luoyang said, "If you want to know, just convince me."

"Whoa!"

Hearing Xia Luoyang's words, Su Mingan waved his sword without hesitation.

Blood exploded in an instant, and the sword blade passed by without encountering any obstacles.

With a muffled sound, Xia Luoyang's left arm fell to the ground.

Xia Luoyang took a deep breath, but did not cry out. His expression remained as calm as ever:

"...The method of force will not work with me, Yang Xia, don't try it."

His tone was very quiet.

He knew that Yang Xia, who still knew nothing and had only found some fragmentary clues, would not kill him easily.

At most, they were trying to extract information from him using a method that was close to torture.

But this line of violent extraction is unavailable to him.

He was controlled by the entire White Sand Paradise. Even though he had a rare awakening of part of his self-awareness and helped Yang Xia undergo an operation to integrate into this place from the beginning, he still had to shut up when it was time to shut up.

...unless the other party can convince him.

This is a rule, a hidden school rule.

His eyes were calm, waiting for Yang Xia's inquiry.

Then, he saw the pitch-black sword body at his left shoulder, quickly turning towards him.

"okay?"

Yang Xia was talking to him:

"Goodbye then, Teacher Xia."

The next moment, blood spurted out in a spurt, and the vision was spinning.

Xia Luoyang's head flew up, and there was still shock in his eyes.

...Xia Luoyang never understood why Yang Xia in front of him would kill him directly if he disagreed.

Obviously, if you keep him alive, even if you just ask a few words, you can get clues from his mouth.

...But the other party took action directly.

Xia Luoyang's head fell to the floor and gradually rolled away, flowing down a path of bright red and dark red.

Blood seeped into the floor, staining it red.

【*You killed Xia Luoyang (belonging to Baisha Paradise), Exp+8000!】

The touching system prompt pops up.

Su Ming'an knelt down and quickly rummaged through Xia Luoyang's body, finding a box of half-smoked cigarettes, a lighter and a box of matches.

With a "click", the fire light lit up, and blue flames appeared in "clusters", dancing faintly between his fingers.

Beautiful flames, like blue elves.

Holding a lighter with flames floating in it, he walked out of the office and walked across the creaking floor to the front door.

He opened the door, went out, rubbed the smooth body of the lighter with his fingertips, and then raised it.

The faint blue color cuts across a parabola, like a shooting star.

The flames stained the floor and fell like stars.

He took out the box of matches and scratched one.

"cluster".

A frosty sound sounded, and orange fire danced on the end of the small wooden stick. Under the sun, the flame was like a firefly under the light.

He waved his hand, and the orange parabola lit up.

The flames fell to the ground, quickly stained and spread. They quickly scratched the entire board like paint, and spread out unscrupulously.

"cluster".

Another "firefly" jumped at his fingertips.

He stretched out his hand, and the fireworks rose, dazzling in the darkness inside the door.

The flames spread.

He stood at a ray of skylight, with his back to the bright sunshine in the sky, watching a layer of fiery red dusk spread quickly, and the flames engulfed the wooden floor.

Before, he had wondered why all the buildings in Baisha Paradise were made of wood.

Wooden doors, wooden floors, wooden stairs... Moreover, he saw no firefighting facilities along the way.

Now it seems that this is an opportunity left for them.

...In order to destroy this place, leave a chance.

He kept scratching the match, sending the flame into the door.

The flames danced before his eyes, and smoke gradually spread out.

The flames flickered, and the outline of the white monster that came over was looming in the sea of ​​flames.

When they started to use water to extinguish the fire, Su Mingan had already moved to the second floor and continued to set fire.

He walked along the corridor and threw fire into the offices on both sides. This match seemed to be special. The flame burned very quickly, as if it had the effect of pouring oil. The flame in this all-wooden building was like a prairie wildfire.

It spread generally, filling his entire field of vision in an instant.

The match is something that Xia Luoyang has on him.

...Xia Luoyang may have been prepared. He may have wanted to destroy Baisha Paradise.

However, because he is restricted by the structure of Baisha Paradise, even if he awakens his self-awareness, he still has to bear the "sin" of being a teacher and passively play his role.

Xia Luoyang is also atonement.

In this world that is constantly being reset.

Su Mingan raised his eyelids.

In the dark corridor, the firelight flickered.

They seemed to tear through the endless night, break through the shackles of darkness, and fly out.

Red flames filled his field of vision, and the building had been completely ignited.

The cool breeze blew by, and the flames jumped and danced.

He threw down the last match, climbed onto the window sill, and jumped from the second floor window.

"Plop."

He felt as if he had pressed against something soft.

He lowered his head, and sure enough, it was Mo Yan again, and this guy was stepped on by him again.

I don’t know when this guy came over, but he obviously asked him to wait where he was.

"Big, big brother..." Mo Yan rubbed his body, looking like he was really hurt by being stepped on.

"Why are you following me?" Su Mingan moved away from him and stretched out his hand: "I'm sorry."

"Ah, ah?"

Mo Yan, who was still rubbing his body, had an almost horrified expression on his face when he heard his words.

Did he hear it wrong? The eldest brother was actually here, apologizing to him?

The eldest brother can actually...have such a good attitude towards a being like him who has not cleared all levels perfectly?

"Brother, you..." He was stunned, forgetting to even get up.

Su Mingan took back his hand and turned around.

He looked at the door of the building that he had closed.

The door was unlocked. Logically speaking, even if there was a fire inside, those white weirdos could rush out.

However, at this time, no one rushed out.

They were like a group of trapped white beasts, piled up inside, scurrying around, trying desperately to put out the fire, even if they knew there was no way out if they could save it, the place was doomed to be destroyed by flames.
To be continued...