Chapter 27: Invitation from the King of Slaughter
Qin Xuan put away the old character recruitment card. After a while, there was a rhythmic "squeak" of high heels rubbing against the ground, followed by a knock on the door. The footsteps sounded like those of the Hell Messenger. Qin Xuan recognized them but still asked indifferently, "Who is it?"
An almost tangible murderous aura erupted, and the horrifying, bloody breath of slaughter was released without reservation. Suddenly, the temperature inside and outside the room dropped sharply, and even the walls and door panels were covered with a light layer of frost.
The City of Slaughter is such a place. You cannot show kindness to anyone, nor can you accept kindness from anyone. Otherwise, you won't survive until tomorrow. You can only trust yourself. This is also the reason why Qin Xuan has survived until today.
Outside the door, the Hell Messenger, who was wearing a black veil, was frightened by the sudden murderous aura and staggered, almost falling to the ground. But she was chosen by the King of Slaughter to be his messenger and had seen the most terrifying murderous auras before.
Swallowing her saliva, she said, "Hello, respected Mr. Black Dragon, I am the messenger of the King of Slaughter, and I have come here to convey his invitation to you."
An invitation from the King of Slaughter? Is he trying to recruit me to be his lackey, or some kind of guest official? The kind that will allow me to get out without having to go through the Road to Hell?
Damn, that old bat really has a good plan.
Qin Xuan rolled his eyes and quickly came up with an idea. "Come in." He was worried he wouldn't be able to gather enough players for the 100th Hell Killing Game within 3 days. With the help of the Hell Messenger, it would be easy.
Soon, the door was opened, and the Hell Messenger stood at the door and bowed to Qin Xuan. "Mr. Black Dragon."
Today's Hell Messenger was dressed in a particularly cool outfit, which reminded Qin Xuan of some creature in the ocean. A shark. Yes, a big one at that. He felt a gust of wind blowing before she even entered the room, accompanied by surging waves.
The Hell Messenger was dressed extremely seductively, with narrow and bright eyes that were alluring and charming. Below her slender neck was the great shark's most powerful weapon, half-hidden and most deadly.
Qin Xuan glanced at the fatal spot with a blank expression. "I wonder what the King of Slaughter wants to see me about?" Although he had been single in both of his previous lives, he knew something was wrong when things were abnormal.
In the past year, he had seen at least 8 naked bodies in the City of Slaughter, if not 10. There were countless people who admired strong men and threw themselves into their arms. He would not lose his mind because of a pair of "weapons." Even though this woman was the most beautiful one he had ever seen, besides Bibi Dong.
This was no exception. Otherwise, he would have died a thousand times. Besides, he was not the type to sleep with beautiful women whenever he saw them. Having gone through nine years of compulsory education on Blue Star, he had his own values and principles.
When it came to treating the opposite sex, he always adhered to the eight words: "Don't flirt if you don't want to marry, and marry if you flirt." The big shark in front of him was obviously the maid of the King of Slaughter. Who knows, one day, the old bat might want to change his taste and kill her.
If something happened between them, what would happen if the old bat gave him a big green hat? It has always been the case that he, Qin Xuan, had been the one to "green" others, but he had never been "greened" by others.
To sum it up in one sentence, the woman in front of him was not his type. At least not before he had the ability to take the other person away and she had not been touched by the old bat.
"Mr. Black Dragon, don't you want to invite me in and have a seat?" The Hell Messenger had obviously drunk some wine. Her cheeks were rosy, and her breath was slightly tipsy. She stretched out her white jade fingers and wanted to touch Qin Xuan's chest, but he grabbed her wrist and said expressionlessly, "Miss, you'd better talk about business."
The Hell Messenger was stunned. "Our king wants to invite Mr. Black Dragon to be a guest of Slaughter City after he wins 100 consecutive victories. His status will be second only to the king, and he can enter and leave Slaughter City freely."
"Okay, I agree."
"Mr. Black Dragon, don't refuse so quickly. Wait, you agree?" The Hell Messenger widened her beautiful eyes instantly, and all her drunkenness disappeared.
"What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Qin Xuan let go of her hand, turned back into the room, and poured himself a cup of tea. In the City of Slaughter, the food was more or less mixed with toxins floating in the air. He would not touch that stuff. He bought all the tea from the system mall using his emotion points. They were non-toxic, harmless, safe, and guaranteed.
"Uh, Mr. Black Dragon, don't you have any conditions to propose?" The Hell Messenger was a little overwhelmed. She was ready to sacrifice herself, and yet he agreed before she even took off her clothes. Is it possible that my charm is so low?
"Ahem. Of course, there are conditions," Qin Xuan coughed lightly. "My condition is that you help me arrange the last Hell Killing Match as soon as possible, preferably within 2 days. I'm in a hurry."
One day was obviously not realistic. He also needed to adjust himself. Two days was just right.
"That's all?" The Hell Messenger felt a pain in her chest, her face turning blue and purple. She had a conflict with Qin Xuan.
"Of course. I've been out for a year. If I don't go back, my old man will send someone to look for me. If he gets angry, he's scarier than the King of Slaughter." Qin Xuan nodded slowly and spoke nonsense with a serious expression.
"Well, your conditions are not excessive, but because you are famous in the Road to Hell, the Fallen would rather contribute Bloody Mary than participate in the Hell Killing Game recently. 2 days may be difficult. I can only help you arrange it as soon as possible."
The Hell Messenger's killing weapon was shaking violently. Mr. Black Dragon stopped shouting, stomped her feet hard, turned, and was about to leave.
Qin Xuan's voice sounded again behind her, "Wait."
"Have you changed your mind?" The Hell Messenger paused, turned her back to Qin Xuan, and a rare girlish smile of victory appeared on her pretty face. Putting aside her identity, she was just a beautiful young girl who had just turned 20. What outstanding girl doesn't have a competitive spirit?
"No, it's not that. I just want you to remember to close the door for me before you leave." Qin Xuan picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said something so infuriating it could kill.
"You—" The Hell Messenger stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Then, she slammed the door shut and left angrily.
It was not until she walked out of Qin Xuan's residence that she suddenly realized her body had not been defiled by that disgusting man and she had escaped disaster again. And she had also completed the task assigned by the King of Slaughter very well.
I should be happy! Why am I angry? After thinking it through, the Hell Messenger felt much better, but when she looked toward Qin Xuan's residence again, she had a strange feeling in her eyes.
Damn Black Dragon, how dare you ignore my charm? Sooner or later...