Chapter 2 Sacrificing one’s life for righteousness
Author: Mian Yiwei
Chapter 2 Sacrificing one’s life for righteousness
Martial arts conference?
Hearing this term, Doug's eyes suddenly lit up, which even diluted the frustration caused by the tragic start.
No man would refuse a martial arts world.
Of course, there is only half a year until the martial arts competition. Without adventure, there is not much hope for practicing martial arts, but this is a game simulation field, so it should not be so harsh on players.
What's more, you can't experience such an immersive game on Earth, not to mention, he has cheats.
Come all come.
Always want to see what the world of martial arts is like.
Du Ge has been observing Feng Jiu.
In a short while, half of the straw mat had been chewed into Feng Jiu's stomach. His swollen eyeballs were visibly dissipated, and the effect was immediate.
Since Taotie can help repair injuries, his two keywords must also work.
Feng Jiu said that when he recovers, he will help him heal, but Du Ge does not intend to place his fate in the hands of others, not to mention that Feng Jiu's words are threatening and exploiting, so he must be on guard against it.
There were no conditions for backstabbing to be activated for the time being, so Duge focused on "maintenance".
Maintain: to safeguard, protect, preserve, shelter with words and actions...
After thinking carefully about the definition of maintenance, Duge moved with difficulty, revealed the reed mat underneath, and said with concern: "Brother Ninth, are the mats over there enough for you to eat? If not, I still have them here.
All for you to eat."
cough!
Feng Jiugan was chewing a straw mat and was already choking. When he suddenly heard these words, he choked on a mouthful of straw and couldn't get up or down.
He beat his chest vigorously with the hand that was used to remove the straw mat, and finally the grass in his throat was sprayed out.
After coming back to his senses, Feng Jiu gasped for air, glared at Duge angrily, and yelled: "You did this on purpose, didn't you? Why am I giving up a broken straw mat to you?"
It was like a warm current rising from his insides. Duge felt that the pain all over his body had been relieved a lot. His eyes lit up slightly. It worked!
This real feeling...
Is this the power of keywords?
Love it, love it!
What a glutton, how can it be maintained and used?
If you still want to chew on the straw mat, I just need to say a few words...
Looking at the angry experience pack on the other side, Duge struck while the iron was hot and comforted: "Brother Ninth, don't be angry. You also know that our current situation is too bad. One of us must get better first before we can hope to continue! Your glutton
It’s easy to grow up, and it’s more promising than me. I can’t move, there’s nothing else I can eat in this room, there’s only this straw mat, even if I sleep on the cool bed, I have to let Brother Ninth get better first!”
Feng Jiu looked at Duge, thoughtfully.
Another wave of warmth arose, and Doug's injury improved a lot.
He was secretly happy, okay, giving up a piece of broken straw mat would safeguard the common interests of both of them. It turns out that this is how to use keywords. I am indeed a genius!
This game is interesting!
The pain subsided, and Du Ge struggled to sit up. He looked at Feng Jiu opposite him with a surprised expression. After thinking for a moment, he decided to give him a hard blow: "Brother Jiu, it's too slow to recover just by eating straw mats. Why don't you drink some of mine?"
Blood! Blood is more nutritious than fodder, and recovery will definitely be faster..."
"Fuck..." Feng Jiu's eyes widened.
The words were not spoken yet.
Duge's physical strength recovered a little again. He got out of bed with difficulty, grabbed the porcelain bowl on the bedside, and slammed it on the table. The porcelain bowl shattered into porcelain pieces.
Looking at Du Ge holding the porcelain piece, Feng Jiu's expression changed suddenly. He moved to the corner in a panic and asked urgently: "What do you want to do? Brother, I call you brother. Don't be impulsive. We can discuss everything..."
If a person is not ruthless, he cannot stand firm!
Besides, it's not your own body.
Du Ge looked at Feng Jiu, gritted his teeth, and made a cut in his palm. Blood trickled down his palm.
Enduring the pain, Du Ge moved step by step to Feng Jiu. In his stunned eyes, he put his palm to his mouth: "Come on, Brother Jiu, open your mouth. I am the assistant and you are the main force. As long as you can recover,
, my sacrifice is nothing at all..."
Feng Jiu didn't seem to expect that Du Ge would really cut his palm, and his eyes widened in shock: "You..."
But Du Ge's defense was sincere and domineering, and his physical strength recovered faster than him eating a straw mat. He easily held down his hand and brought the bleeding hand to his mouth.
Blood entered the abdomen.
Feng Jiu's pale face turned rosy to the naked eye. Du Ge was right, blood was much more nutritious than fodder.
However, he was only forced to drink a sip of blood, but Doug actually cut his palm. He did not just say a few words of defense, he could be said to be protecting others with his life.
Comparing the two, Duge used keywords more and recovered faster than Feng Jiu.
The moment the blood fell into Feng Jiu's mouth, the injuries to Duge's internal organs improved by more than half in an instant, and even the newly scratched wound healed on its own initiative.
not only that.
The personal panel that had been shaking in front of Duge's eyes flickered, and an additional advanced skill appeared:
Sacrifice yourself for righteousness: The target you protect will be less wary of you by 30%.
…
The bet was right.
Looking at the new derivative skills that appeared in his personal list, Duge pursed his lower lips. It turned out that as long as his words and deeds met the definition of the keyword, the injury would be restored. The more consistent the words and deeds, the faster the injury would recover.
The key word is character design. The so-called simulation field is originally about acting. This bullshit simulation field is essentially an actor training base!
According to this inference, one should be able to infer the keywords of the other party from their words and deeds, and then make targeted plans for him.
Of course, be careful with advanced skills...
Duge summarized the rules of the simulation field and glanced at other values.
Nothing else changed, but the ranking, after a while, lost more than 300 people, and the value became 187,936.
Duge thought, the first 187 should be his ranking, and the last 936 should be the total number of people left in the simulation field.
In ten minutes, there were only over 900 people left in the simulation field with 3,000 people.
I have to say that this so-called simulation field trial is really cruel.
However, after knowing the rules of growth, Doug had great confidence in surviving in this simulation field.
…
Perhaps it was the effect of sacrificing his own life to lower his vigilance. Seeing Du Ge making no next move, Feng Jiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He quietly stretched out the tip of his tongue, licked the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth into his mouth, and said with great sincerity.
: "I was mistaken, Feng Qi. You are better than I thought. You adapted to the keywords so quickly. If I were in your position, I would never be able to use my own blood to save others."
"Brother Ninth, this has nothing to do with whether I am good or not, it is all for the benefit of our team." Duge looked humble, as if he had just done a trivial thing, "You know, my key word is maintenance.
Auxiliary keywords. If you don’t find someone to cooperate with you, you won’t be able to go far in the simulation field. I should save you both emotionally and rationally. I hope that when we fight together in the future, you can trust me and leave your back to me. After all, maintenance is
When you are here, I can grow too, right?"
Feng Jiu was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "You're right, this is the correct way to cooperate. I'm afraid of those who are hiding and plotting behind the scenes. Seventh brother, I recognize you as my friend. I
The family still has some power, if we have a chance to enter the top ten, I will definitely find a way to transfer you to an elite school."
Common schools, elite schools...
Duge collected some more information about the other party's world. He smiled and nodded: "Thanks, Ninth Brother."
…
Duge observed the personal panel, stretched out his hand and pressed the close button. The panel was transparent, but it was always dazzling in front of his eyes, which somewhat affected his vision.
"Is there any blood left? Give me some more." Feng Jiu looked up at Duge and said hopefully, "Don't tell me, a sip of your blood will be more effective than eating half a straw mat."
It’s really extravagant!
Du Ge looked down at Feng Jiu and said with a smile: "The blood is gone, what else do you want? One drop of gold. Ten drops of blood. I think that thing is more effective than blood..."
Feng Jiu's smile froze on his face, remembering Du Ge's madness in cutting his palm just now, looking at Du Ge who was about to try, fearing that he would do something impulsively, he said dryly: "Old Qi, I was just joking...
…vomit……"
"Okay, I was joking too!" Looking at Feng Jiu who was retching, Du Ge said with a smile, "If you are a woman, I can still consider it. If you don't find it disgusting for a tall and thick man,
I'm still in shock! Brother Ninth, what's so good about blood? It was just a temporary measure, now that I can move, I have to go outside to find you two bundles of fresh fodder, no, serious food.
Come back and drink blood. If you suck me dry, I'm afraid you won't be able to raise me back..."
Feng Jiu's eyes twitched a few times, he spat a few times, spit out the grass clippings in his mouth, and urged: "I'm the one who got into trouble. Then I'll leave it to my seventh brother, go back quickly. To be honest, the straw mat will kill me quickly."
I'll vomit after eating it, it's not something people can eat."
"Okay." Duge nodded, "But before you go out, you have to tell me about the layout and personnel composition of the Feng family. Otherwise, my eyes will be darkened. Let alone looking for food, it will be a question of whether I can come back alive."
"
"I was negligent." Feng Jiu sat up with difficulty, picked up a tile and drew the layout of Feng's mansion on the wall. While drawing, he said, "Our current location is called Shangwuyuan, and people like us live in the yard.
The courtyard opposite is called Chongwu Courtyard, where the disciples and guards of the Feng Mansion live. Further inside is the martial arts field, and the kitchen is in Chongwu Courtyard..."
The layout of Feng Mansion included the characteristics of the main characters. Feng Jiu talked about it for three minutes.
Duge listened patiently, memorized it by heart, and asked several uncertain questions back and forth several times. Until he confirmed that there were no omissions, he nodded and walked out the door: "Wait for me."
The moment he went out, his figure stooped, he clutched his chest, and limped forward. He was seriously injured just a moment ago, but in the next moment he was jumping around. It was not in line with reality, so he pretended as he should, and he sailed with caution.
Looking at Du Ge who suddenly became weak, Feng Jiu's expression was particularly stern. He stared at the door in a daze. He was stunned for a moment, then pulled a straw mat from under his body, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it quickly.