How Am I Still Alive?

When Lu Ping An happily headed for his destination, on a certain island not far away, a killing had just come to an end.

".interesting."

Eve, who was carrying the shattered corpse and her hands were dyed red, turned her back to the rising sun and smiled faintly.

The bloodlust he had just satisfied gave him rare peace.

On the side, her subordinates were dragging the wreckage of those unlucky guys into the ship. For the life system, this kind of "perfect body" above the law level is a very high-quality and rare material.

As for the target they compete for, the "ticket" for the next round.

"Hasn't it been identified yet?"

Eve looked over, and the members of the Mother Goddess immediately broke out in cold sweat.

The lady in front of me is really hard to serve.

"...I found it, I found it! This is the Beacon of Destiny, a rare item that can be used once. As long as it is unlocked in the second stage, it can ask any question."

"Anything is fine?" Hearing this, Eve was full of disbelief. How could a miracle creation involving fate be so easy to obtain?

"...As stated in the information, it is limited to people and things within the 'Sacrifice of Fighting'."

Well, it's completely tasteless if it's limited to this small secret realm.

But if you ask questions such as "Who is my opponent", "Where is the 'charity' I want", "Who should I choose as my opponent to go further", under the prying eyes of "Fate" , but a fairly stable and reliable answer can be obtained.

Consumables that can be used as an advantage in the next round but cannot be taken out by themselves, items of this level are worthy of the difficulty of obtaining them.

".Really?!"

But at this moment, Eve's face was full of joy. This might be the treasure she wanted.

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"Old man Qian, I'm not talking about you, this is a bit too disrespectful."

"Why? Is it too expensive to charge you for information? You don't seem like a person who needs this little money."

"No, I mean, how did you bring non-combatants to the battlefield. You are not afraid that your granddaughter will die in front of you, and no one will die for you?"

Lu Pingan pointed at Qian Xiaomu, who had a displeased face, feeling a little puzzled.

Although there is still a mandatory "one-on-one" rule, some people really have no lower limit.

When the time comes, the other party will be able to "take hostages" and force old man Qian to admit defeat.

".hehe."

Old Man Qian smiled mysteriously, without explaining at all.

Now, Lu Pingan understood a little bit. Looking at the little girl running ahead, it seems that she has a certain ability to protect herself? That's right, if it's really an ordinary person, they would rather spend money to hire a babysitter, and there is no need to bring it on this ship.

"I challenge you."

But an even more incredible development route was in front of Lu Ping'an's eyes.

That little girl, who looked no more than an elementary school girl who was no more than eight years old, directly challenged an adult fighter.

And even more incredible, the other party not only challenged

"...This is a bit ridiculous."

In just two minutes, the fight was over, and the little Qian Xiaomu won the victory with ease.

She is a pure human fighter, with fast speed and delicate movements. Although she obviously lacks strength, with the power generating device on her wrist, she is enough to resist the force collision of normal fighters.

The small figure suddenly looks like a shooting star, and it is like a mechanical and precise puppet, lightly avoiding every attack. While the short stature makes the opponent very unaccustomed, at the same time, the classic combination of shrinking the ground and "strength" once, is ruthless. It ruthlessly pierced through an adult's defense.

An uppercut from the bottom up perfectly created a concussion. If he hadn't been merciful, his brains might have been blown out in any position.

So, the unlucky guy fell down with disbelief, and liked to mention the wonderful experience of "being beaten by an eight-year-old girl".

Seeing this scene, Lu Pingan felt more and more subtle. He realized that if he didn't use vines and only relied on his physical body, he might really be beaten to the ground.

Xiao Mu is obviously not a recruit anymore, every move is engraved with traces of penance and talent, his movements and skills remind Lu Pingan of one of the characteristics of a high-level monk

"The simple movements have erased all the extra movements, so young, it's unbelievable."

Among the standard fighting techniques, there is a broad and comprehensive route, and each individual is different, and it is impossible for them to copy them completely.

The same skills may be practiced completely differently by different people, but being able to "reorganize" various martial arts at will, eliminating actions that one does not need, and each move and style has a "goal" is the patent of a high-level monk. .

And this often requires a relatively high level of enlightenment professional part-time job, so every movement is as unpredictable and impeccable as an antelope's horns, which is not a state that can be achieved only by hard work.

At any time, always "simplicity", that is, the simplest action to achieve the best effect, is the realm that fighters dream of.

".Is your heart like still water?"

Although it can be regarded as an adjective for a rotten street, it is indeed very suitable to describe a warrior of this realm in the profession of a fighter and a monk.

This, it's not like Lu Ping An didn't even touch the fur!

"Hehe, Xiaomu did it two years ago. This time, she came to try it. I've already retired to the second line, old man."

Old man Qian smiled, just like a country old man whose granddaughter was admitted to a prestigious university Uh, considering Xiaomu's current strength, his future future may be more reliable than any university.

". Great, great. Where is my goal?"

But no matter how powerful the little girl is, it probably has nothing to do with Lu Ping'an.

He just came here following the information, but he didn't expect to entrust so many people. The professional information dealers didn't give any feedback, but the old man Qian gave an answer.

If it wasn't for the "Life Bank Card" deed that he signed, Lu Pingan would have thought he was playing some trick to lure you into the urn.

"Grandpa, Uncle Su, I got the grace of God! I hit ten!"

"Alright, Mumu is really amazing!"

And looking at the little girl who boasted to her parents as if she had scored 100 points in the exam, Lu Pingan couldn't help but think of the joy and pride she had just received from God.

Uh, inexplicably feeling a little shame and embarrassment

"I got the grace of God!"

But the little girl has already raised her head, facing Lu Pingan.

Looking up, the big eyes are full of longing, and tears gradually appear in the little girl's eyes

"Ah, yes, that's amazing, Xiao Mu, that's amazing! You hit ten times, aren't you a genius!"

"Hehe, it's not that powerful anymore."

Watching Lu Ping'an's exaggerated performance, the little girl put her hips on her hips, feeling proud and embarrassed at the same time.

Lu Pingan noticed that, unlike her almost harmless self, the little girl's "ten wins" was not easy.

Not only did she have obvious wounds on her body, but her face and body were also covered with sweat, the most obvious being the incision on her face. Who was going so far to make such a long incision on the little girl's face.

Uh, that unlucky guy was beaten half dead and injured more seriously? That's fine.

"."

At this moment, looking at the wound on the girl's face, Lu Pingan couldn't hold back.

The right hand touched it directly, intending to postpone the payment.

But when the hand was about to touch it, the little girl backed away abruptly, her eyes full of fear and vigilance.

Now, Lu Ping'an froze.

He glared fiercely at the bewildered old Qian, blaming the old man for what he said to the little girl.

However, when I turned around, I saw a girl staring at the tentacles under her.

Lu Pingan sighed, sure enough, the eyes of the world are full of prejudice

"Don't move, I'll help you heal."

He rarely showed a gentle and kind smile and voice.

But this time, when the big hand fell, the little girl looked at him ignorantly.

With a light pat, fatigue and wounds disappeared without a trace, and the little girl was in disbelief.

"I divided your pain into three parts. If it's just one part, it's just a small injury. At this time tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, the pain and consumption will be recovered, but if you treat it in sections, it shouldn't leave you Get the wound."

On Lu Ping'an's face, there was a rare gentleness.

The little girl nodded. Then she ran behind her grandpa.

Lu Pingan sighed again helplessly, and touched the frustrated "tentacles".

"Sure enough, the prejudices of the world."