Abstraction for a bad world

Chapter 15 Just pray and it will be answered

"Hey, hey, hey, you're not going to be knocked unconscious by these two mosquito pecks from me, are you?"

Yuan Qingzhuo endured the severe pain in his left hand which was almost shattered, and flicked the nun's head with his right hand.

The price of showing off is quite high.

But...it's really cool.

Only after feeling the pain in her forehead did Aliena come out of her trance and sense of unreality.

The buzzing sound in her ears gradually faded away, and the world in her eyes turned into a double image and focused again on the young man in front of her.

Was I rescued?
Ah, that's it...

She held Yuan Qingzhuo's hand tightly as if she had grabbed the only life-saving straw, her voice trembling:

"Please save Sylvie."

But the nun did not get the ideal answer.

Because Yuan Qingzhuo asked in confusion: "Why should I save him?"

The nun, with tears still in her eyes, choked.

"That golden-haired killer not only verbally attacked me at the association, but he also pushed me aside when he tried to cut in line, and he didn't even apologize when he left."

Yuan Qingzhuo stared at the nun's trembling eyes seriously and asked solemnly:
"Miss Sister, please tell me, why should I save such a person?"

Not far behind the nun, the second Cyclops named Lei roared angrily, staring at Yuan Qingzhuo with his blood-red eye.

The knight standing in front of it and dodging continuously was already unable to hold on and could hardly continue.

Perhaps in just a few seconds, he would be turned into a pile of minced meat under the hammer.

Aliena's mind was a mess.

She didn't know what to say.

totally no idea.

Because it was Sylvie's fault. Sylvie was rude first, and this gentleman had already risked his life to save her. As a nun serving a holy purpose, how could she greedily ask for more?

In this world, at least in the world of nuns, there is no such thing as "moral kidnapping."

But Sylvie, Sylvie isn't a bad guy... He's actually usually very friendly, he just felt a little upset after being kicked out of the house by his father yesterday.

On the way, he told himself that he shouldn't do that in the association.

Ah, what should I do.

My body was too stiff to move, my magic power was completely depleted, and the goddess did not respond to my prayers.

There is simply no way.

It’s good enough that I can save my life, what else can I ask for?

Confusion, anxiety, uneasiness, hope and despair mixed together, carrying her remaining sanity to the ground, melting the snow into strands.

The words that flowed into his throat became extremely pure and sincere, without even a trace of force or coercion.

"Please, save him."

The nun sobbed and bowed her head, clasping her hands.

Like a prayer.

"Um... buddy, are you kidding me?"

Yuan Qingzhuo felt that his forehead was about to sweat again. He laughed twice like a Soul Hall elder:

"Brother? If you want to play pitiful and lie to me, I can kill him even if I save him."

The nun did not respond.

Just pray.

——Oh no, are you serious? You fierce girl, are you going to force passers-by to do something tough?

Yuan Qingzhuo just felt an inexplicable amount of pressure.

What the hell.

If you beg me, will I agree?

He was silent, then stood up.

Complex thoughts began to surge.

——By the way, what exactly is the so-called “martial arts”, or the so-called “martial arts”?

Is it about taking revenge and being the best in the world?

Is it to help those in need when you see injustice?

Or is it to realize one's true nature and reveal it to oneself?
You can't just hold a small phone in your hand and sit there day and night to post and sign in, and finally become a yellow card prehistoric rat that everyone wants you to give away gold coins for.

Yuan Qingzhuo turned around and stepped into the mud covered with dead branches and new snow.

It could be all of these, he thought, but it could also be none of these.

Because these are other people's "martial arts", paths that have been walked by predecessors, and they already belong to others.

It is enough to observe and learn from it, extract its essence and then transform and choose.

But if you implement these, you will allow others to control you, and your upper limit will be set.

So, I won't take it. Yuan Qingzhuo took a step forward, and the violent force poured into the earth from his toes, and then twisted and launched again as if by the power of his arm.

So the distance of dozens of meters passed in an instant.

He took the knight's sword from Xiweier's hand and said unhappily to the stunned knight: "This sword is destined to be with me, so it belongs to me."

"Die to me——"

A few meters in front of him, the six-meter-tall, powerful Cyclops Lei raised a hammer weighing hundreds or even thousands of pounds in his hand and roared angrily.

It looked like it was about to fall.

Yuan Qingzhuo just lowered his head, carefully wiped the blood on the blade with the corner of his clothes, flicked off a piece of clay on the hilt with his fingertips, and nodded with satisfaction.

Not bad, it can be considered a good sword in the village.

——My “Wu” is actually very simple, it’s just “me”.

What I think is what I do.

My heart is the martial arts of this world.

So why come to rescue this yellow-haired knight?

It's very simple.

Yuan Qingzhuo sighed, and the hot white mist was split into two by the tip of the sword.

It was really because the fierce girl was so sincere when she asked for help, and her tone was so touching.

Just ask yourself, who can refuse a holy nun who is begging for resignation in such a tone in front of you?
What's more, the Yellow-haired Knight's previous aggressiveness was not as good as a random green card in the forum. Didn't you see that he already possessed the power of the king...

The child was just talking nonsense for fun, he doesn't deserve the death penalty.

Yuan Qingzhuo swung his sword.

The tearing pain instantly spread to every muscle and penetrated into the nerves.

The pure white sword light flashed like a thin line, interweaving with the clear sunlight.

The Cyclops' roar stopped abruptly like a piano with broken strings.

pat.

The blood melted the snow.

Yuan Qingzhuo then took out the scabbard and skillfully put the blade back into it without even looking at the dazed Sylvie, nor did he bother to care about the vicious nun anymore.

He grabbed a Cyclops' head with one hand, dragged it out along two bloody dirt paths, hummed an innocent little tune, and smiled like an old farmer returning home with a full load during the harvest season.

Done, call it a day!
Thoughts are clear!

But just after walking out of the woods and seeing the city gate, Yuan Qingzhuo suddenly remembered something serious.

It was cool, but all the knowledge about the Cyclops that I had memorized through intensive study on Tieba was of no use at all!

The battle ended with just two swords, injuring the enemy by one thousand and losing five hundred of your own.

My two arms still hurt so much.

Isn't this completely like a powerful brick that can fly?
If two stronger Cyclops came, Yuan Qingzhuo estimated that he would have to die.

But this is what happens when we practice martial arts. We look normal at ordinary times, but once we get excited, we ignore all plans and preparations, just like being possessed by the madman in some out-of-this-world comic book. Please understand.

Tsk, no way.

I have to find a chance to catch the fierce girl and the yellow-haired knight and make them compensate me severely.

It was happily decided!
If they don't compensate, they will be beaten until they are willing to compensate.

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Oh my, why is the comment section of the memory post blowing up? It’s just two swords killing two brainless giants, is there any need to be so surprised?

Why are there still some little guys who are jealous and say that I turned on Deep Blue and the converter? I just made good use of my body a little bit.

The human body is amazing, isn't it?

Yuan Qingzhuo walked to the city gate, shook the two big heads with one eye in his hands, and grinned at the guards who were facing a great enemy: "Don't be nervous, buddy, they are all dead heads. I just came back to hand in a commission."

The guard was silent and moved aside.

What happened to this world?
This kid just left the city gate a few minutes ago?
Going out to harvest vegetables, right?

Have I grown up from ice skating?

But no matter what...

The guard lowered his head and bowed slightly to the unharmed boy: "Thank you for your contribution to the auditorium."

"Hit it!"

Yuan Qingzhuo laughed happily, walked through the crowd that hurriedly avoided him and the guards on both sides who thanked him, and walked back into the city.

Next chapter,
The Way of Magic, a grand serialization!

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