Professional play [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 8 The First Form of Death

The sky was bright and clear, and the blue sky was cloudless.Luo Qi raised his head, his calm heart was not disturbed.She knew that she had been exposed, and she was destined to not be able to hide it for long since Mei Suo started the investigation.She served in the temple, watching how the three orphans gradually became the awe-inspiring holy son.She knows their methods too well, but those nobles will abandon her after a short time.

She couldn't remember when her loyalty to the temple changed and she became the eyes and ears of those nobles.For this reason, she lost her chastity and self-esteem, and lived like a bitch for the pleasure of those nobles just for a glory.No matter how much she paid, she couldn't get the glory she wanted, instead, those humble bloodlines took over everything.

She lost her mind and was so jealous that she couldn't control herself.But she has never regretted what she has done, and she is even a little excited that her long-cherished wish for many years is about to be fulfilled.The third son has already left the temple, and most of the god kings are staying in the bedroom, so this is an excellent opportunity to enter the temple.

She lifted the hem of her skirt, stepping into the temple gracefully like a princess.The interior of the temple was more luxurious than she had imagined. The shining of the holy light coated the temple with a layer of golden light, and the sound of splashing water hung up curtains of water.She stared at everything in front of her obsessively, with a slight smile on her lips, as if she was a nobleman specially summoned by the king of gods.At this moment, she finally realized her dream, even if it was a dream she woven.

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Under the holy light, a small figure was elongated and gradually became close to the threshold.Bell stood on tiptoe, holding a heavy tome in his hand.There is no shadow of his obsessed book in the big eyes, but the scene outside the door.Normally at this time Bai Luo would have returned to the bedroom early, and even laughed with him for a while, but now there was no sign of him.

He was a little flustered, but he didn't know why he was flustered.He knew very well that Bai Luo would not abandon him, but he was afraid of this feeling of waiting.As if there would be a gap in time between them, separating them forever, one waiting and the other looking.He put down the book in his hand, and stepped across the threshold with his small legs.

'Da da' footsteps, crisp voice with a thick childish voice, "Brother? Brother?"

Luo Qi paused, and the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly slipped.There are two children living in the temple, one is Yijun and the other is a slave. Yijun's voice has become childish since he started studying, and only the slave has such a voice.While she was secretly enjoying her dreams, a slave child could cry out in the temple.

The strong contrast made her eyes red with jealousy, and the unwillingness in her heart drowned out all the joy.The dream was shattered, but she was still that sad nobleman.There is no summoning from the god king, only ridiculous dreams.Big tears ran down her cheeks, and she covered her face and cried bitterly.

She suddenly thought that if it wasn't for those children, she would still be intoxicated in the beautiful dream.Even if this dream never comes true, she still has hope.If it weren't for these children... She muttered in a low voice, and suddenly a hot hatred grew in her heart.

Yes, if it weren't for these children, how would she have come to this point!She should have walked into the temple openly and enjoyed all the brilliance and glory, not like now!

The nobles abandoned her, she was dying, and these culprits lived in glory!She is unwilling!But her talent is poor.Not to mention the third son, even Yijun, who has just learned the technique, is no match for her.But for Bell, who has not been exposed to magic, her magic is enough to kill him.

Her noble blood will be sprinkled on the temple, so the lowly slaves just become her sacrifices.She drew the dagger from her waist, which she had planned to kill herself before coming.She would kill that slave, but not let him die so easily, so as to be worthy of her noble status.

Holding a dagger in her hand, she walked in quietly with a smug smile on the corner of her mouth.

Bell has been bullied since he was a child, and has become particularly sensitive to malice over time.Before Luo Qi approached, he felt murderous intent.He pretended to walk back nonchalantly, but how could Luo Qi give him a chance to run away. The high-heeled sound of 'da da' was getting closer, and Bell couldn't hold it anymore, lifted his legs and ran forward.Bell is just a kid after all, and Rocky is an adult.

Luo Qi grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, showing a ferocious smile, "I've got you, little slave. Do you still want to run?"

Bell didn't have the panic she imagined, but just glanced at her lightly, "Who are you? I don't know if you can't go in and out of the temple without being summoned by the god king?"

A simple sentence and a nonchalant expression completely irritated the jealousy in Luo Qi's heart.She held up the dagger and stabbed it into Bell's chest, blood spattered all over her face.She roared angrily, seeming to vent all her dissatisfaction on it, "Who am I? I have served the temple for thousands of years! A slave of yours can live in the temple, why can't I? I have noble blood on my body!"

Jealousy covered Luo Qi's face, and his pretty face became ferocious like a ghost in hell.Bright red blood kept oozing from Bell's chest, and he pretended to cover the wound, taking the opportunity to leave a mark on his blood-stained palm.

Luo Qi's eyes were stained red with blood, and a sense of complacency grew in his heart.She threw Bell on the ground with great interest, but she didn't have the painful expression she wanted, only calm and flat.She smiled ferociously, raised her high heels and stomped hard on the dagger.

The dagger plunged an inch deeper into the chest, splashing a lot of blood onto the temple.The calm face finally cracked, but not because of the sting of the dagger, but because the blood stained his little milky white clothes.Those were the clothes that Bai Luo personally helped him choose, and he was happy about it for a long time, and he was always reluctant to wear them.

Seeing his troubled face, Luo Qi's depression also eased a bit.She bent down, grabbed the dagger and drew it abruptly: "Don't worry, you won't die now. This is just the beginning of the game."

She pulled Bell's hair, lifted him up in the air, and walked all the way to the side hall. The blood of 'di di da da' was dripping, and Bell didn't feel any pain on his face, but just looked at the bedroom with attachment.He was silenced by Luo Qi, and he couldn't make a sound to ask for help.All he can do is wait for death calmly, he will not be afraid or pleading, but will have strong reluctance.

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White clouds blocked the bright sunlight, leaving a dark place.Bai Luo raised his head and slapped himself on the forehead abruptly, unexpectedly reaching this point without paying attention.Will Bell be in a hurry to go back to the bedroom without seeing him?Will you run out to find him?The more he thought about it, the faster he walked, and when he reached the bedroom, Bell was not there as expected.

He hastily turned and left.Bell seldom leaves the dormitory. I wonder if he will get lost because he came out to look for him?Bai Luo said loudly while thinking: "Bell, Bell."

The only response to him was an empty echo and the sound of 'squeaking' water.He continued to walk forward, and suddenly the soles of his shoes were occupied by a wave of warmth and humidity.He lowered his head, it was a small bloodstain, bright red and warm.His pupils constricted, and he hurriedly walked a few steps along the bloodstain, a small figure was printed on the bloodstain.

Bai Luo ran over in a hurry, leaving a small word next to the blood: Servant.He recognized it at a glance, it was Bell's word.Bell's handwriting is very beautiful, so beautiful that it doesn't look like a child's handwriting at all.On the contrary, there is an atmosphere of a famous artist, elegant and unique, just like a picture is indeed a word.He also secretly thought that if he took Bell's characters to the modern competition, he would definitely win the first prize.

If he had been lucky before, he would have completely given up now.Something happened to Bell!He couldn't imagine such a cute child as Bell, who would be so cruel as to attack him.There is also an indestructible temple, who would dare to break in without his permission?

These are not the current focus, the focus is where Bell is now?He panicked, afraid that when he found Bell, only a pale and lifeless face would be left.He quickly took out the water mirror to contact Muse, and only Muse could find Bell at this time.

Since the last time he sneaked out of the temple, Mi Xiu had given him a water mirror forcibly.The three of them are also one-on-one, saying that it is convenient to contact them, but in fact, they are just worried about him.He also said at the time that they made a big fuss, thinking that they would never use it in their lifetime, but they didn't expect to use it now.

The water mirror was quickly connected, and before Muzi's face was reflected in the water mirror, Bai Luo's slightly crying voice came over, "Muzi, where are you going to find Bell? Something happened to him!"

Muse on the other end was taken aback for a moment, he had never seen Bai Luo so panic-stricken.In the past, Bai Luo always looked calm and breezy, as if he was in the sky and was a cloud that no one could catch.He is free, unfettered.Muse has always admired him. Although he pursues freedom, he can't be as chic and comfortable as Bai Luo.

The once calm atmosphere has now become a panic, just because of a person named Bell.He fluctuated the water mirror, probably knowing that something serious should have happened.The water mirror gradually reflected a clear picture, and his face turned pale with just one glance, "He is in the side hall."

A look is enough to explain anything.Bai Luo's fingers trembled, but his uncontrollable voice gradually stabilized, "Let Mi Xiu send Leng Ge back as soon as possible."

After all, there is only a water mirror and a faint ending sound left in the main hall.

The side hall has no human habitation all the year round, and it looks very dark and barren, accompanied by gusts of cold wind.Bai Luo stretched out his index finger, and the fingertip drew a bright holy light to illuminate everything.In the center of the side hall lay a small figure, covered in bright red blood, next to a complete piece of white and tender skin.

That figure was not dead, and a faint breath was still floating in his chest.Bai Luo always thought that hypocritical words like 'heartache' would only appear in novels, but she never thought that they really did, and she still felt this way.He touched his chest, big drops of tears wet his hands.It was so painful, tears fell from the pain.

Standing next to the figure was a woman, wearing a maid's attire, holding a dagger in her hand, with a crazy smile on her lips.She didn't care about Bai Luo's arrival at all, and raised the dagger in her hand to give the final blow.

Suddenly, her hand was grabbed, and with a 'creak' sound, the hand was bent at ninety degrees abruptly.The cry of pain resounded through the temple immediately, Bai Luo didn't stop, and tore off her leg again, "Does it hurt? When you peel someone's skin, have you ever thought that he is in pain too?"

The severe pain prevented Luo Qi from pronouncing a word, and Bai Luo didn't care about her answer, and the movements of her hands didn't slow down at all.Luo Qi's limbs were quickly entangled and rolled into a ball.

The bloody figure made a weak 'humming' sound, and Bai Luo stopped the movements of his hands, and hurried over to unlock the forbidden speech technique.The skin on Bell's face had been peeled off, and the remaining flesh and blood continued to flow out. A pair of big watery eyes looked at him and bent into crescents, and said softly, "Brother, you are here."

"Well, I'm here. Does it hurt?" Bai Luo didn't dare to touch him easily.He doesn't know how to heal, so he can only draw the holy light on him with both hands.Although Holy Light is not a cure, it can assist in stopping bleeding.

Bell shook his head obediently, and stretched out two small hands, "Brother, hug me. I'm a little cold."

"Bell is not cold, brother will keep you warm." The little hands that used to be like lotus roots are now bloody.Bai Luo hugged him gently, and the holy light in his hand shone dazzlingly, illuminating the conflicting skyline of the entire temple.

Bell snuggled into his arms and muttered softly, "That's great. Brother, I'll sleep for a while, you will call me later."

"Okay, I'll call you later." Bai Luo's voice was very calm, hugging him and humming softly, as if he really just fell asleep.

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