Tick, Tick...

The gravel-roughed sewer, the magic-containing rain seeped out from the black gap, constantly hitting the faces of the seven people who survived. The chilling sound reminded everyone that they were still alive.

Xia Wushuang leaned on the ground with a long knife, trying not to let his weak body fall down, as stubborn as a stubborn bull.

"Are you not dead?" I wonder if it was because the space in the sewer here was too large, Xia Wushuang's hoarse voice kept echoing in the huge passage, sometimes far and sometimes near, very ghostly.

"I saved you again, why don't you thank me first?" No. 7's voice rang in Xia Wushuang's ears. This time, his mentality was a little calmer, and he no longer spoke like a few minutes ago, with a faint magic sound.

"Why do you have to thank you... This new magic should have belonged to me when I advanced. After being detained by you, I almost killed me." Xia Wushuang did not buy the account number seven at all, especially after experiencing the attributes of the new magic in his soul, he became even more uneasy.

Because this magic power is completely different from the wind of shattered bodies and the flame of blue. It spreads a breath of withering and death from the inside out, and ignores the bondage of soul and blood, and directly spreads outside his body.

If there were still masters who were proficient in physiognomy, seeing Xia Wushuang's current appearance, he might think that he was stung by death and was not far from death.

"And, I promised to help me carefully choose the magic that I chose so that I could not control at all?" Xia Wushuang was used to the gentleness of the broken body wind and the blue flame, so she could not bear it. This "death power" running around inside and outside his body.

"Don't you like to play games? Don't you understand that the more difficult the power is, the more weird it is?" No. 7 explained seriously: "The power of death is a mysterious and varied magic. Its unique attributes are not suitable for people like you who like to walk tightropes and show off their operations?"

Although No. 7's tone still had a little ridicule, the long-lasting resentment, after Xia Wushuang's series of shocking performances in desperate situations, had become much less indifferent as the rain washed away.

"It seems that I like to be dying." Xia Wushuang grinned, then patted the sweat rain mixture on her body.

In his sight, Rena and Jiang Liubing had already woken up from their dizziness and were slowly adapting to the dark environment of the sewer.

"Isn't that the case? No matter how I dissuade you, you will never listen to me." No. 7 said a little self-deprecating. As far as he knew, among the 50 million systems distributed by the Super God host, his host was the only guy who did not take the system warning seriously.

It is a miracle that he can survive until now. He is also a mean person, without any temper, but he still takes the host's set, and he has no intention of finding a way to kill Xia Wushuang.

"..." No. 7's self-deprecation successfully touched Xia Wushuang's sensitive nerves at this moment. He saw his strong back suddenly bent, and then he said to No. 7 dejectedly: "I'm sorry, Lao Qi. You know..."

"You have to do this, right? Within two days, I'm tired of hearing this sentence, so I don't have to repeat it!" No. 7 rubbed his nose. He never doubted that his host could become a generation of super gods. But if there is anything else in this world that can make Xia Wushuang stop on this path to kingdom, it must be this feeling that is as good as poison.

Just because of that capable sister, Xia Wushuang had ignored his advice several times and walked on the dangerous tightrope in the abyss of absolute death.

"You know I will say again... this is my life." Xia Wushuang responded lightly to No. 7. After recovering some strength, he slowly trapped the Tang sword, whose blade was almost broken, into the scabbard.

"TM, it's my life, right?" No. 7 was very angry, but he could not hate Xia Wushuang for this. It seemed that after experiencing this series of dangers, he had already become numb.

"How could you say you have no clothes? You are the same comrade as me!" Xia Wushuang laughed, which made Lena and others look at each other sideways.

"Get out of here! Who wants to be with you?!" No. 7 spat on Xia Wushuang's face, but in the end he couldn't resist the knowing smile on the corner of his mouth.

"By the way, the martial arts you chose for me are very good, but why didn't there be any explanation or name?" Xia Wushuang remembered the two cross-cuts he used in danger. The first sword was nothing, but the sword skill that divided the earth later really made him unable to forget the invincible pleasure of blocking people.

"I can't help you choose skills, and the next skill will definitely not be a martial art! You are an extremely orthodox elemental mage. Can you please don't always do your job?" Xia Wushuang's superstitious sword in her hand has become another thing that makes No. 7 feel extremely troubled.

"Don't make fun of it, you see that the marks of skills have appeared in my soul. How could it be that they were not the skill you chose for me?" Xia Wushuang said seriously.

"..." No. 7, who had been in an annoyance, finally raised his eyes and saw the light red mark that suddenly appeared in Xia Wushuang's soul.

The color of this mark is very light. Compared with the blood redness of the "Slaying Steel Flash", it looks like a newborn baby, looking extremely fragile and unstable.

"You are very good at using a knife?" Depending on the situation, No. 7 suddenly asked this question.

"The orphanage is very poor, so poor that as long as one child gets seriously ill, the other children will go hungry. I don't want to drag others down, so I have learned kendo from the dean since I was a child. Not only can I temper my will, but I can also train a body that is not sick." Xia Wushuang hopes that No. 7 can understand himself, so she inadvertently revealed something more.

But this charming look was destined to be thrown away in vain. No. 7 directly skipped the first half of his carefully explained and fixed his attention on the words he learned about kendo since he was a child.

"No wonder you like melee combat, no wonder you have such a fierce personality, no wonder your soul has a new mark. It turns out that you have practiced swordsmanship since you were a child and have touched the edge of the sword intent." No. 7 said a few consecutive "no wonder", and his slightly aroused mood finally calmed down.

Stopped his thoughts, No. 7 said to Xia Wushuang in a stern manner: "That's not the skill I chose for you, it's the sword skill you have learned with your own spirit. Of course, without the assistance of the super god system, this sword skill will only appear when you are in danger of your life and a flash of inspiration, and then it will slowly forget it until you completely forget it. With the super god system, I can passively record everything, and then melt it into runes or marks, and engrave it in your soul."

"In other words, I created a skill myself?" Xia Wushuang asked in surprise.

"It can be said that. But, you should know that it is not only incomplete, but also not fixed, and it may collapse at any time."

"So I'm so cool!" Xia Wushuang ignored No. 7's words and said quietly in his heart.

The people were struggling to demolish them. No. 7 originally wanted to say something, but when Xia Wushuang finally returned to his heartless look, he suddenly stopped the words in his heart, silently hugged the code, and quietly sank into the depths of the soul sea.

"I really envy you. I can talk to the system like this. My system is always cold. In addition to warnings, it is also warnings!" Rena was used to Xia Wushuang's conversation with No. 7 from time to time. Seeing that he was standing and not talking, she immediately guessed the reason.

In the darkness, the awakened people looked at Xia Wushuang speechlessly. Their situation was similar to that of Lena. The system in the soul was more like a computer program. Apart from publishing some strange tasks, they were completely unable to talk and communicate.

Perhaps, this is why this man is strong? They couldn't help but think of this.

"Then you'd better follow the system's warnings, at least it won't harm you." Xia Wushuang cut out of the state of wandering and responded lightly to Lena.

A dazzling light suddenly lit up in the dark corridor. Xia Wushuang used the flashlight in her hand to shine on the surrounding environment, and suddenly turned to Jiang Liubing and Lena and asked: "What do you have in your storage space? Are there any insecticides?"

(BC: I'm really sorry to everyone. Today, Xiao Dongfang went to Huanglongxi to listen to the male god's storytelling. As a result, he came back a little late and the update was so miserable. However, this book has been changed to A sign. From tomorrow, Dongfang will be a "diligent" writer, and guaranteed to be three updates a day... Oh no, how is it swollen when it comes to two updates a day?)
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