I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 370 1.23 31 Paper Cutting
“But… there is actually one advantage…” Lan Xiao chuckled, then added, “I gained power, and from then on, no one will dare to hurt me anymore. So, I will choose to eliminate all those who might harm me.”

The number of black butterflies gradually increased, and they turned into black specks of light the moment Lan Xiao touched them.

It slowly transformed into a jet-black scythe, its slender white fingers firmly gripping the hilt, before slashing fiercely at Ling Tong.

“The Grim Reaper…” Ling Tong frowned as she looked at her right wrist, which was holding the sword, a complex emotion flashing in her narrow, golden-orange eyes.

Sickles are really hard to deal with, especially large scythes. They have long handles and curved blades, making it difficult to dodge attacks. You have to keep your distance from her.

The clash of weapons sparked out tiny sparks, and Ling Tong felt that the power had clearly increased many times over, even showing a tendency to surpass his own.

Normally, Lan Xiao wouldn't be able to beat him, but in this world of only paper, Ling Tong was worried about getting hurt, so his movements were slower and stiffer than usual. He couldn't even fight freely because he had to protect himself from injury, which gradually caused him to fall behind.

Oops, I didn't use enough force...

Only one sentence flashed through Ling Tong's mind before he saw his sword being knocked away, and the sharp scythe getting closer and closer to him.

Without any further thoughts, he simply sighed helplessly and calmly accepted his impending death.

He didn't actually have any particular opinion about death; in fact, he was quite familiar with it. Unfortunately, his self-healing ability was too strong, and each time he was just a little short of death. This time, he was perhaps closest to death, but unfortunately, he still couldn't die.

As long as fire exists, he will not die, and his blood is...

A cold, metallic clang rang in his ears, but the expected pain did not come. He stared, slightly bewildered, at the girl standing in front of him. Her long, fluffy, soft, misty gray hair shone with a sacred golden light in the sunlight.

"As expected, he wanted to kill us all." Mu Yegui raised his round and pretty little foot and kicked Lan Xiao in the stomach, easily sending him flying, even crashing into a big tree.

"Cough cough," Lan Xiao clutched her stomach and shakily stood up, only to fall to the ground again. A trickle of dark red blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and she casually spat out what seemed to contain some bits of flesh.

"The reserve food, mine." Her clear, silver eyes narrowed into vertical pupils in an instant. She looked coldly at the disheveled Lan Xiao, as if she were looking at a lifeless piece of trash.

Ling Tong felt something trickling down her cheek, and the air felt slightly hot.

He subconsciously reached up and touched his cheek, his gaze falling on his fingers. He saw a smear of golden-red, viscous liquid on his fingers, which seemed to be his blood.

I didn't expect to get injured anyway...

Were you touched by the blade of that sickle just now?
Perhaps because it was only a tiny scratch, no one noticed.

"I've succeeded." Lan Xiao clutched her stomach in pain, her beautiful face contorting with agony. A slight smile played on her lips, a hint of determination in her expression, though her face was pale and dark red blood dripped from her chin.

Mu Yegui turned to look at Ling Tong, but Ling Tong covered his eyes.

"Don't look. I don't want you to see me in such a sorry state, and my face is injured. You like pretty faces, don't you? So, don't look at me." The only thing he doesn't want to see is the disappointment and disgust in your eyes. He's brave enough to stand here because of you, so please don't take back the courage you gave him.

The golden-red blood on Ling Tong's hand was gradually turning black and smelly, corroding his flesh and even bones bit by bit.

He sighed softly, took a few steps forward, picked up the sword that had just fallen to the ground, and then used the sword to cut off a large chunk of flesh from his face that had been corroded, revealing the white bone beneath.

Then he swung his left hand and severed his own wrist without hesitation. The entire hand fell to the ground, corroded and uncorroded, black blood mingling with golden-red blood.

The golden-red blood ignited upon contact with the ground, then instantly spread outwards. It was like lighting a fire in the middle of a piece of paper, ultimately burning everything around it to ashes.

Mu Yegui, who was closest to Ling Tong, was undoubtedly engulfed in flames, but she was not burned in the slightest.

Lan Xiao swung her scythe with all her might. The scythe turned into specks of light and then into butterflies to shield her from the flames. She took the opportunity to stumble and run in the opposite direction, trying to escape the pursuit of the flames.

So hot……

It's more like scalding than hot; the temperature alone is enough to burn a person easily, and if you touch it, you might be instantly burned to ashes.

Ling Tong is a descendant of the Caronas race, and in interstellar space, according to color classification, he belongs to the Flame Galaxy, a red galaxy.

The Caronas are born of fire and are naturally drawn to it; fire is like a warm cradle to them.

They live on a red planet with temperatures of tens of thousands of degrees, but it is the most suitable temperature for them. Their blood itself has a temperature of at least 3000 degrees, and magma is like cold water to them, not even suitable for bathing.

Ling Tong is not a pure-blooded Caronas, because her father is human.

However, despite being of mixed race, he only resembled a human on the outside; on the inside, he was Carlonas through and through. Although he did not inherit human blood, the human genes brought him benefits.

Unlike his kin, the Caronas, who needed to live in scorching heat, he could travel anywhere like a human.

Due to the influence of human and Caronas genes, his skin is different from both, seemingly able to insulate against the temperature from the blood, so that when others touch it, they feel the same body temperature as humans.

As long as he doesn't get hurt or bleed, he can live like a human.

His innate pure fire constitution resulted in him being born with red hair, unlike his older brother who had blond hair. This is why he was discriminated against from a young age; his genes were the root of all the pain and despair he suffered.

However, there are also advantages. When he touches the flame, his wounds will heal themselves, no matter how big the injury is. Even if his hand is broken, it will grow back the moment he touches it.

What you gain and what you lose will always be proportional, just as positive and negative will eventually equal zero.

Everything is balanced, and there's no need to resent anything, but unfortunately, he still feels somewhat unwilling to accept it.

Perhaps it was because what he gained was not what he wanted, while what he lost was what he longed for in his heart.

On the surface, it appears to be in balance, but in reality, the verdict has already been made in one's heart.

Amidst the golden-red flames, Ling Tong stood quietly, looking down at her hand, which had been completely restored.

The snap sounded as if it were coming from right next to my ear, even though it was from a distance.

The flames that had burned down half the city were extinguished in an instant, and the burned city was restored to its original state, as if the fire had never existed.

(End of this chapter)