Qiao Jingting hid behind a big tree, watching two men smoking and chatting not far away.

He is now in a most familiar place - the Grey Squirrel's Nest, which is less than one kilometer from the Xinyue Fox, and Shu Ai's house is vaguely visible. Zheng Wei found someone to come to the Grey Squirrel to squat.

Zheng Wei must have felt that this would starve him to death.

After all, with his level, the only two ways to get points are: one is a simple task of the NPC school, and the other is to kill monsters with the lowest level.

As long as he cut off these two paths, he would soon be unable to afford food.

He hesitated for a moment whether to kill these two level 3 players. He felt that these two people would not be his opponents.

In the end, he decided to give up. First, it was very close to the village, and if there was too much noise, it might alarm the enemy. Second, these two people were not the ones who beat him up at that time, so let them go.

He quietly sneaked towards the village.

There are still only NPCs in the village, and all the players have rested. Sure enough, Zheng Wei didn't take him seriously at all, so he naturally disdained to patrol anyway.

But when he ran to Shuai's house, he saw a man standing at the door of the room guarding him.

The glass window that he smashed that day was as intact as before, as if nothing had happened, and there was light inside.

Thinking of the miniature village setting I saw in the void space, he guessed that these houses were just like monsters in the game, and they were all programs that could disappear at any time and appear at any time.

Shu Ai must have been imprisoned, I hope she won't be hurt...

Qiao Jingting observed the terrain and quietly ran to the room. He pulled out a dagger, hugged his waist, and moved along the wall to the door.

This dagger is the only weapon given to every newcomer by the system. It is much lighter than a long sword and can be used by individuals, but he feels extremely heavy when he holds it.

He knew what was waiting in front of him, the enemy, the prey, and the first living person he wanted to kill.

He walked around the corner, poked his head out, and saw the man who was yawning on the door frame. He recognized this man as a subordinate who had "entered" him at that time.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Standing in front of him were the people who threatened his and Shu Ai's lives, and even had 1,500 points. These 1,500 points are guaranteed to be much easier than killing the shallow water crocodile.

This temptation overshadowed his uneasiness. He gritted his teeth and rushed over while the man was yawning again. The speed was so fast that even he himself felt unbelievable that the distance of three meters was reaching in an instant.

The man discovered him, and as soon as he "ah" in horror, he suddenly threw himself to the ground. He straddled the man, pressed the other person's arm with his knees left and right, blocked the mouth that wanted to call for help with one hand, and raised the dagger with the other hand.

This series of movements was completed in one go, as fast as a leopard.

The man shook his head desperately, his pupils dilated, and his eyes were filled with fear and begging.

Qiao Jingting could clearly feel his warm and humid breathing gushing in his palm, reminding him that this was a living person, not a mechanical monster. When he took the knife, what he cut was not fibers, silicone and lines, but real flesh.

He hesitated.

He had no choice but to hesitate.

He once beat many people in the underground fighting arena to the faces of blood, his teeth fly, and he once broke several bones and damaged many ambitions, but he never killed anyone.

How did a person who was pampered and had a meal with eight hundred etiquettes killed two people in two days?

"What's wrong?"

Someone in the room heard a strange noise and asked.

The man suddenly struggled hard and opened his mouth and bit Qiao Jingting's tiger's mouth hard.

Qiao Jingting thrust in pain, but he did not let go. He widened his eyes, his heart beat twice, and then calmed down abnormally.

He stared at the man's eyes, staring at him without blinking, and the emotions in his eyes changed from fear to despair. He could not see his expression at this moment, but he felt that he could guess from the man's eyes that the dagger in his hand was slashed neatly.

The next second, warm blood gushed out from his throat and splashed on his arm, the temperature seemed to burn people.

The man coughed violently, and every time he slapped the blood with bubbles, and his body twitched down like a dying fish.

Qiao Jingting looked down at the last moment of the man, and forgot to breathe for a moment. A bone-broken chill spread along the nerves throughout his body, causing his scalp to explode.

"Congratulations to player Qiao Jingting for killing level 3 players and earning 1,500 points.

Kill the player for the first time, unlock the achievement of "first drop of blood", get an additional reward of 100 points, kill the player with a higher level for the first time, unlock the achievement of "passover", get an additional reward of 200 points."

The row of fluorescent small words that appeared in front of him pulled Qiao Jingting's consciousness back to reality. The next second, he was so excited that he shivered all over.

With 1800 points, he got 1800 points!

Killing a person, even one-third of the strength to kill a shallow water crocodile, got 1,800 points. The total points he earned in killing monsters in this game were only over two thousand!

This joy of great harvest overwhelms the panic and guilt of the first killing. It is like the most intense drug, and it is addictive at one time.

Qiao Jingting looked at the person who was already swallowing on the ground, his heart beating wildly, as if he was about to jump out of his throat in the next second. He could not describe his complicated mood at this moment.

"What's wrong?

Hello!"

The people in the room became alert and walked quickly towards the door, pushing open the door the next second.

Qiao Jingting jumped up, kicked the man back into the house, quickly broke into the house, and closed the door.

When I looked closely, the man on the ground had a strange long hair and a turbid and gloomy eyes, but his movements were very neat, and he started to turn over.

He glanced at Qiao Jingting and smiled coldly: "You really dare to come back."

"Where is Shu Ai?"

"It's inside."

Changmao pointed at Shu Ai's room and smiled obscenely, "Brothers have just had a good time. You're late, otherwise you can be considered one of you."

Qiao Jingting's brain buzzed, and his chest almost burst open. He growled, and the seven-chrome steel knife appeared in his hand in an instant. He flew up and chopped the long hair.

A hint of surprise flashed in Changmao's eyes. He probably didn't expect his momentum to be so strong. He also had two-handed swords in his hand, crossing the cross in front of him, blocking Qiao Jingting's knife.

Qiao Jingting kicked Changmao's abdomen. Changmao's reaction was quick, but Qiao Jingting was not weak either. He couldn't dodge at this moment, and was hit on the side of his waist and staggered for a few steps.

Qiao Jingting swung his sword and slashed again, and Changhai retreated. At the same time, he stabbed Qiao Jingting with both hands. Although the seven-chrome steel knife was a little lighter than the steel long sword, it always had a certain degree of self-respect. He swung this knife too hard, and his body tilted towards the direction of the knife, so he didn't have time to dodge Changhai's sword. The sword suddenly stabbed in from his left rib!

Qiao Jingting's face turned pale, he took a few steps back, and blood flowed down from his body. I wonder if it had hurt his internal organs. He had no time to take care of it, and slashed it with a horizontal knife. Changmao raised his sword again to fight.

The two of them tried to deal with each other, but Qiao Jingting did not give Changmao a chance to breathe, and forced the person back to the wall in one breath.

Changmao shouted softly, attacked both sides of the sword, attacking Qiao Jingting's waist. Qiao Jingting sideways and avoided him, slashing Changmao's neck with one hand.

The wall behind Changhai was there and there was nowhere to retreat, so he squatted down suddenly, and the blade brushed his scalp and cut off a handful of flying hair.

Qiao Jingting swept his legs and kicked the long-haired calf bone. The long-haired ones were originally squatting, but his body was unstable and he was immediately swept to the ground.

Qiao Jingting raised his knife and stabbed him. Changmao wanted to roll away on the spot. The sharp blade just stabbed his hair and fixed it on the wooden floor. Changmao's head was pulled. Although the hair was broken the next moment, the pause for only half a second was fatal.

Qiao Jingting had already stepped on his right hand and crushed it hard, and the bones of his hand were instantly broken.

Changhai made a loud scream. Qiao Jingting suddenly woke up, pressed Changhai's chest hard with his knees, leaned over to cover his mouth, and took out the dagger, cutting Changhai's throat.

This time it was not as smooth as I imagined. Three healing scrolls appeared on Changmao's hand at once. It was usually used on himself for free, and the wound on his neck was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qiao Jingting's eyes were red, and his murderous intent was boiling. Another knife penetrated into his heart. Changmao tried to struggle to escape from Qiao Jingting while using the healing scroll.

At this moment of life and death, the door was kicked open with a kick, and the door panel flew into the wall with such force.

Qiao Jingting looked up suddenly and found that it was brightly lit outside. He was so devoted that he didn't notice at all.

The person who came in was Zheng Wei.

Except for Zheng Wei, everyone else was blocked at the door or surrounded by the window, and everyone looked strange.

Qiao Jingting felt numb when he felt his scalp. Only then did he remember that the house in the novice village had a protective function and could only enter if the owner of the house agreed.

So he could come in, Changmao could come in, and Zheng Wei had also come in, but no one else could come in.

Zheng Wei had a ferocious face, as if he was about to peel Qiao Jingting and get cramps in the next second. He rushed towards Qiao Jingting at a terrible speed.

Qiao Jingting pulled out the steel knife fixed on the ground and slashed through the air.

But this knife was not for Zheng Wei, but for the long hair that had just struggled to get up from the ground and the wounds on the neck and heart were about to be repaired.

The sharp blade shining with silver light broke through the thick black hair and pale flesh, and finally released bright red blood.

The long-haired head flew up in the air, and the blood column also soared into the sky, spraying straight towards the three-meter-high ceiling.

A row of fluorescent small words appeared in front of him. Before Qiao Jingting could see it, Zheng Wei had already roared and kicked Qiao Jingting in the heart.

Qiao Jingting's body flew out like a broken sandbag. He felt that the whole chest cavity seemed to be hit head-on by a train, his ribs were broken, his throat was fishy and sweet, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

His back hit the wall, his head suffered a heavy blow, his eyes were blurred, and the steel knife also came out of his hand.

This is Zheng Wei’s real power... Qiao Jingting fell to the ground, unable to breathe, and could not recover for a long time.

He underestimated Zheng Wei too much. This is the power of level 5, which is fully strengthened. The power of level 5.

Zheng Wei grabbed Qiao Jingting's hair and punched him hard, slashing his face with blood.

Zheng Wei pinched his neck, lifted him up, and said viciously: "Didn't you want to strangle me to death at that time?

Um?

Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Qiao Jingting spitted blood and spitted in Zheng Wei's face, and then let out a few strange laughs: "Kill me, do you dare?"

Zheng Wei grabbed Qiao Jingting's wrist and twisted it hard.
To be continued...