Reborn as a beautiful girl, I want to be the best in the world

"You are trying your best to change now, so you do have a better plan for everyone in mind, but you still try your best to leave the choice to everyone, but you didn't expect it to turn out like this."

Huangfu Wen Ning spoke softly. As someone who had been in a traditional sports team, she was very clear about this kind of relationship in the team.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost right, Huangfu Wenning naturally brought up the incident that happened in the morning again.

After seeing Ye Qing leave like that, everyone actually realized that their approach was wrong.

"In fact, everyone is like that in the morning because they trust you too much and want to share the responsibility with you."

"Ye Zi, trust us a little more. Believe in us, just as we believe in you."

The breeze blew past the two of them, and these words truly touched Ye Qing's heart.

Deep in her heart, the former lone wolf, the only mythical player in the world, is still the one who always believes in his own strength.

Seeing Ye Qing lower her head slightly, Huangfu Wenning held her hand.

"Ye Zi, I don't know more about your past, but I want to focus on your present and future."

Her voice was gentle, but her eyes were firm.

Ye Qing couldn't help but feel her eyes getting wet, but she was still trying to suppress the emotions that were surging up.

Chapter 30 Return

Ye Qing, who was still tense, did not completely relax, but instead held Huangfu Wenning's hand tightly.

"Sister Huangfu, thank you."

Ye Qing reached out his hand and wiped his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face again.

She is not an iron man. She has a fragile side and sometimes feels low, but these things will not stay in her heart for too long.

If no one had guided her in the past, the paranoid Ye Qing might have gotten stuck in a rut.

But now with Huangfu Wenning by her side, at least she won't be stuck like that again.

"That's it? No expression at all~"

Huangfu Wenning chuckled. Although the process was not what she expected, she still hoped that Ye Qing could rely on her more.

"Weekend, leave one day for me."

After taking a deep breath, Ye Qing stood up and said to Ye Qing seriously.

"Good~"

But just when Ye Qing and others were enjoying the brief warmth, they didn't know that danger was quietly approaching them in the shadows.

"Corrupted flesh, royal blood, and the breath of the abyss..."

The candle's weak flame flickered, but the light was soon drowned by the surrounding darkness. On the tabletop that the candlelight could illuminate, a feather pen dipped in dark red ink was outlining complex and obscure lines.

Further away, the man holding the feather pen could be vaguely seen wearing a black cloak, revealing his half-hidden face, his lips trembling slightly, muttering something. Beside him, the ink made from the blood and herbs that had just flowed out was placed on a silver plate, with an enchanting color.

"There is one last step... Prayer, prayer," his voice trembled with excitement. He took out a roll of old parchment from his arms and slowly unfolded it with trembling hands.

"God of War, I'm finally going to succeed. God knows how long I've been waiting for this moment!"

The candle flame shook violently a few times, as if it had life. Between light and dark, it seemed that the lines on the table formed a circle that looked like a magic circle, with a ball of intestines still dripping with blood in the middle.

The man kneeling beside the magic circle and holding the parchment cleared his throat and reverently placed his left index finger on his forehead.

"O filthy Lord of the Flies," he changed to a completely different tone from before, a kind of chanting, "the carrier of disease and corruption in the world, the depths of death and darkness."

As the voice rang out, a breeze suddenly blew in the closed room, and an unpleasant smell filled the air. The person praying felt that his body was full of dirt and felt extremely uncomfortable, but he still chanted in a low and hoarse voice.

"I call upon you by an ancient pact, I beseech you with blood and sacrifice."

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the praying person inevitably broke out in a cold sweat, but he felt that his sweat was full of dirt. The flame was shaking and might go out at any time, and it seemed that extraordinary power was about to descend.

He did not give up, but his voice became louder and louder, making people's hair stand on end. "Lord of the Flies, I beg you..."

"Da da--"

A soft knock on the door interrupted what was going on in the room. The wind stopped, the foul smell faded away, and the prayer stopped his chanting.

"Roland, are you okay? I heard some noise in your room. Do you need my help?"

A gentle female voice came from outside the door.

The praying man walked to the door, opened a small gap to let in the light from outside, and revealed the face of the sunny young man.

"Sister, it's okay, I'm just exercising."

His voice was very gentle, completely different from the crazy and hoarse voice before. From this sentence, it is not difficult to judge that this praying man called "Roland", wearing a black cloak and behaving strangely, is actually a young man.

"Okay, Roland, don't go too far. After all, you are dealing with gods. May the Lord bless you." The girl at the door seemed to laugh softly a few times, then closed the door.

Roland stopped smiling and returned to the embrace of darkness. He checked the magic circle and the candle, took out a rusty coin from the pocket of his cloak close to his chest, flicked it with his fingertips, and then caught it. He looked at it in the candlelight and saw an inverted pentagram on the upward side.

"It's the other side, that's good." He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, picked up the parchment again, and put his left index finger on his forehead.

"O filthy lord of the flies,

The world's plague and filth are combined together,

I summon you by an ancient pact,

I beg you with blood and sacrifice.

Lord of the Flies, I offer you my royal blood

Let me ascend to the grey, gloomy place of the mortal world,

Pursuing the sickness and death I long for.

I summon you by an ancient pact,

I offer you my earthly sacrifices.

Lord of the Flies—Beelzebub!”

After the entire prayer was finished, the room was no longer suitable for human beings to set foot in. Snakes and insects were running freely between the walls, rustling sounds came from the closet, and the stench filled Roland's surroundings. He frowned and stared at the candle in the middle of the magic circle.

The candle flame flickered once, twice, three times. Suddenly, as if grasped by an invisible hand, it went out in an instant. An ominous and incomprehensible whisper suddenly lingered in the room, echoing in the darkness.

Roland felt pain and entanglement in his internal organs, which was because the disease had taken over his body.

He touched a small bottle at his waist and clenched it tightly in his hand. A strange fragrance suddenly filled his surroundings.

"Lord of the Flies, is the contract fulfilled? Is the sacrifice acknowledged?" he cried in the language of prayer.

In the darkness, the elegant woman in dark green robe appeared quietly.

"Human, you offer a good sacrifice. Here I come."

Roland was stunned. His original intention was just to summon Beelzebub's servants, but he didn't expect to summon the devil's clone this time!

The mumbling became more intense, with a sense of madness and unpredictability, giving people a splitting headache. A green light appeared in the room, and the invisible power on the ground began to draw lines and construct a magic circle.

"Give me your body, and I will fulfill your last wish."

"You %!" Roland yelled a vulgar word, suddenly pulled out the bottle he had just tightly grasped, and smashed it on the ground. The glass bottle suddenly burst, and the liquid inside splashed out. Wherever this liquid touched, the filthy things all retreated, and the magic circle that had just been drawn disappeared without a trace.

The mumbling sound was as angry as the sea, like countless nails scratching on the wall, as if making the most vicious curse. Roland shook his head, as if talking to himself: "Lord Beelzebub, you will not kill me."

"why?"

"If you wanted to kill me, you wouldn't even give me a chance to speak."

The room soon returned to silence, all signs of the supernatural quickly faded, and the candles burned again. Roland sighed, struck a match, and lit the oil lamp, and the true appearance of the room was revealed.

There was a small bed in this room, next to a window with curtains on the south wall. On the other side, next to the door, there were two bookshelves full of books against the north wall. There was only a shaky wooden desk between the bookshelves and the bed. Although it was simple, it was clean and tidy, as always, as if no filth had ever been here. This was Xiao Mo's usual living room. Just now, his magic circle was set up on a small wooden board temporarily propped up in the middle of the room.

He walked to the desk, on which was an old thick book with densely packed words made up of short arcs and dots, and next to the book was a small notebook. He drew twice on the notebook.

After packing up the magic circle, candles, and the strange ink, he walked out of the room. His room was on the second floor of the house, and opposite to it was a storage room, which was now closed.

"Sister, can we have dinner now?" He shouted towards the stairs on his left.

The female voice from downstairs agreed: "You can come and set the tableware first."

Roland responded and called out, "Dog, come here."

A big dog came up from the stairs with its tongue hanging out. It had yellow hair and looked scruffy. It didn't seem to be a rare breed, but it was honest and loyal.

"Eat, Gouzi, this is your dinner." He tapped the pig intestines with his toes.

The large dog sniffed, wrinkled its nose, and looked up at its male owner.

Shrugging his shoulders, "This is a meal that we have to survive the disaster. We should know how to be content."

The big dog lowered his head and ate heartily. Xiao Mo ran downstairs, he also wanted to enjoy his own dinner.

"That damn old emperor should enjoy his last meal..."

Chapter 31 Cleaning Up

"How many people are left on the list?"

"Less than three, most of them are just small fry, easy to deal with."

Qin Fangyue threw out a fireball, knocking down the guards who were surrounding her.

Xiaoyan had already driven the Shikigami to grab the middle-aged man under the table and lifted him directly in front of him.

After receiving the mission, the two naturally set out immediately to deal with the rebels.

Most of the people on this list aren't difficult characters to deal with, it's just the ones at the top that are the real tough ones.

For example, now, Xiaoyan and Qin Fangyue rushed into the manor and took great pains to get rid of this man.

"You, who are you..."

The middle-aged man with the longbow emblem on his body gritted his teeth, and his eyes were full of fear as he was lifted up by the shikigami.

His voice was trembling, and there was no trace of the arrogance he had when he was ordering the soldiers around.

Xiaoyan became more cautious. He remembered that the longbow emblem was the emblem of the Rhodes family.

"Look, you are so brave, and you still want to rebel?"

Qin Fangyue taunted the middle-aged man, then searched for the document with the corresponding emblem on his desk.

They also received tasks shared by Ye Qing, and the task camp was officially changed from the Feilin camp to the royal camp.

In other words, everyone now followed Ye Qing and joined the royal camp.

The previously accumulated contributions were also transferred in at an equal value, which can be said to be a great profit.

The Royal Faction can buy higher-quality items with lower contribution costs, and has more limited items than other factions.

You can also directly connect with more important NPCs to accumulate favorability. If there is a conflict with other players in the imperial capital, you can also use your contribution to recruit knights to stabilize the situation. This is the value of the royal camp.

"Found it. The file is here. The mission point has been reached."

Qin Fangyue pulled out the "evidence" from the messy documents and waved it in front of the middle-aged man.

Seeing the document with the gray, black and blue marks being pulled out, the middle-aged man suddenly looked ashen, and his attitude of pretending to be dead also changed.

"Let me go, everything will be fine if you let me go..."

His previous statement was that he knew nothing, but now he has completely changed his attitude.

Qin Fangyue sneered, and a blazing flame ignited in her hand.

"Sister Fang Yue..."

Xiaoyan originally wanted to persuade Qin Fangyue to let the traitor go, but he seemed to suddenly remember something and swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

On the other side, the Zhao sisters also dealt with the enemy in a bunker and obtained key evidence documents and information points.

The only difference is that Zhao Manying let the traitor go and did not kill him.

Ye Qing took Huangfu Wen Ning directly to an underground tavern.

It was a chaotic place with evil mercenaries everywhere, not to mention the players with various purposes mixed in.

Once entering, the peace zone icon disappears directly, and players can even start fighting.

Ye Qing walked straight through the group of ferocious NPCs and ignored the malicious players around him.

"Where did you come from, you lackey? Get out!"