Qin Xuan put away the old character recruitment card. After a while, there was a rhythmic "squeak" of high heels rubbing against the ground, followed by a knock on the door outside the room.
The footsteps sounded like those of the Hell Messenger. Qin Xuan recognized the footsteps but still asked indifferently, "Who is it?"
An almost tangible murderous aura erupted, and the horrifying, bloody breath of slaughter was released without reservation. Suddenly, the temperature inside and outside the room dropped sharply, and even the walls and door panels were covered with a light layer of frost.
The City of Slaughter is such a place. You cannot show kindness to anyone, nor can you accept kindness from anyone. Otherwise, you won't survive until tomorrow.
You can only trust yourself.
This is also the reason why Qin Xuan has survived until today.
Outside the door, the messenger of killing, who was wearing a black veil, was frightened by the sudden murderous aura and staggered, almost falling to the ground.
But she was chosen by the Slaughter King to be the messenger of killing, and she had seen the most terrifying murderous auras before.
Swallowing her saliva, the Slaughter Messenger said, "Hello, respected Mr. Black Dragon, I am the messenger of the Slaughter King, and I have come here to convey the Slaughter King's invitation to you."
An invitation from the Slaughter King? Is he trying to recruit me to be his lackey, or some kind of guest official? The kind that will allow me to get out without having to go through the road to hell?
Damn, that old bat really has a good plan.
Qin Xuan rolled his eyes and quickly came up with an idea in his mind, "Come in."
I was really sleepy, so someone came to bring me a pillow.
He was worried that he wouldn't be able to gather enough players to participate in the 100th Hell Road Killing Game within three days.
With the help of the Hell Messenger, it would be easy.
Soon, the door of the room was opened, and the Messenger of Killing stood at the door and bowed to Qin Xuan.
"Mr. Black Dragon."
Today's Killing Envoy was wearing something particularly cool, which reminded Qin Xuan of some creature in the ocean.
A shark.
Yes, you heard it right, it's a shark, and a big one at that.
Because the shark was so big, Qin Xuan felt a gust of wind blowing before she even entered the door, accompanied by surging waves.
The Hell Messenger was dressed extremely seductively, with narrow and bright eyes that were alluring and charming. Under her slender neck was the Great Shark's most powerful weapon, which was half-hidden and most deadly.
Qin Xuan glanced at the fatal spot with a blank expression: "I wonder what the Slaughter King wants to see me about?"
Although he had been single in both of his previous lives, he knew there must be something wrong when things were abnormal. In the past year in the City of Slaughter, he had seen at least eight naked bodies, if not ten.
There were countless people who admired strong men and threw themselves into their arms. He would not lose his mind because of a pair of weapons.
Even though this woman was the most beautiful one he had ever seen, except for Bibi Dong.
This is no exception.
Otherwise, he would have died a thousand times.
Besides, he is not the type to sleep with beautiful women whenever he sees them.
Having gone through nine years of compulsory education on Blue Star, he has his own values and principles.
First of all, when it comes to treating the opposite sex, he always adhered to the eight words: "Don't flirt if you don't want to marry, and marry if you flirt."
The big shark in front of him is obviously the maid of the Slaughter King. Who knows, one day, the old bat might want to change his taste and kill her.
If something happens between me and her today, what will I do if the old bat gives me a big green hat someday? It has always been the case that I, Qin, have been greening others, but I have never been greened by others.
To sum it up in one sentence, the woman in front of him is not his type. At least not before he has the ability to take the other person away and the other person has not been touched by the old bat.
"Mr. Black Dragon, don't you want to invite me in and have a seat?" The messenger of hell had obviously drunk some wine, her cheeks were rosy, and her breath was slightly tipsy.
She stretched out her white jade fingers and wanted to touch Qin Xuan's chest, but Qin Xuan grabbed her wrist and said expressionlessly, "Miss, you'd better talk about business."
The Slaughter Envoy was stunned. "Our king wants to invite Mr. Black Dragon to be a guest of Slaughter City after he wins 100 consecutive victories. His status will be second only to the king, and he can enter and leave Slaughter City freely."
"Okay, I agree."
"Mr. Black Dragon, don't refuse so quickly. Wait, you agree?" The messenger of hell widened her beautiful eyes instantly, and all her drunkenness disappeared.
"What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Qin Xuan let go of the hand of the messenger of hell, turned back into the room, and poured himself a cup of tea.
In the City of Slaughter, the food is more or less mixed with toxins floating in the air.
He wouldn't touch that stuff.
He bought all these teas from the system mall using his emotion points. They are non-toxic, harmless, safe, and guaranteed.
"Uh, Mr. Black Dragon, don't you have any conditions to propose?" The Hell Messenger was a little overwhelmed. She was ready to sacrifice herself.
And yet, you agreed before even taking off your clothes?
Is it possible that I have such low charm?
"Ahem. Of course, there are conditions." Qin Xuan coughed lightly, "My condition is that you help me arrange the last Hell Killing Match as soon as possible, preferably within two days. I'm in a hurry."
One day is obviously not realistic. I also need to adjust myself. Two days is just right.
"That's all?" The Hell Messenger felt a pain in her chest, her face turning blue and purple. She had a conflict with Qin Xuan today.
"Of course. I've been out for a year. If I don't go back, my old man will send someone to look for me. If he gets angry, he's scarier than the Slaughter King."
Qin Xuan nodded slowly and spoke nonsense with a serious expression.
"Well, your conditions are not excessive, but because you are famous in the Hell Road, the Fallen would rather contribute Bloody Mary than participate in the Hell Killing Game recently. Two days may be difficult. I can only help you arrange it as soon as possible."
The Hell Messenger's killing weapon was shaking violently. Mr. Black Dragon stopped shouting, stomped her feet hard, turned around, and was about to leave.
Qin Xuan's voice sounded again behind her, "Wait."
"Have you changed your mind?" The messenger of hell paused, turned her back to Qin Xuan, and a rare girlish smile of victory appeared on her pretty face.
Putting aside her identity as a Slaughter Messenger, she was just a beautiful young girl who had just turned 20.
Which outstanding girl doesn't have a competitive spirit?
"No, it's not that. I just want you to remember to close the door for me before you leave."
Qin Xuan picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said something so infuriating it could kill.
"You—" The Hell Messenger stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Then, she slammed the door shut and left angrily.
It was not until she walked out of Qin Xuan's residence that the Messenger of Killing suddenly realized that her body had not been defiled by that disgusting man and she had escaped disaster again.
And she also completed the task assigned by the Slaughter King very well.
I should be happy! Why am I angry? After thinking it through, the Hell Messenger felt much better, but when she looked towards Qin Xuan's residence again, she had a strange feeling in her eyes.
Damn Black Dragon, how dare you ignore my charm? Sooner or later...