Chapter 427: I Don’t Want Little Qi to Be Stifled by This Kind of Thing and Get Bullied
“Haaah…”
Chu Chu suddenly sat bolt upright from her semi-reclining chair, her hands fumbling around her neck as she gasped for air, trembling slightly.
“Calm down, it’s okay, that was just an illusion.”
Bai Feng, already standing beside her, quickly reached out and patted her shoulder to soothe her. Chu Chu then slowly lifted her head, instinctively grabbing Bai Feng’s clothes as if clutching a last life raft, hugging him tightly.
“It’s fine, really, it’s fine.”
Bai Feng gently patted her back, offering comfort.
“Sorry…” Chu Chu’s voice still quivered, despite having escaped the virtual trial. The sensation of her neck being slashed just before d*ath was still unnaturally vivid.
“Next time you encounter something like that, just get out immediately. Don’t try to be brave.”
Chu Chu had spent more time in the virtual trial than anyone else, repeatedly challenging those inside—the mighty Child of Destiny Bai Feng had pulled from the Trial Space. Their strength was no joke.
But because she used her own identity, a set-up was placed: she was also being hunted within the trial. During one fight, an assassin took advantage and stabbed her in the neck.
Before she died, she was actually given a message allowing her to get out at any time, but she didn’t agree. Instead, she exhausted all her strength to face the assassin. As a result, it was obvious what happened next—two moves, and her neck was neatly cut.
“But then, what’s the point of training if I can just escape and avoid d*ath?” Chu Chu shook her head. “Even if dying in there isn’t the same as real d*ath, I still know what that feels like. I definitely don’t want to go through it a second time.”
“That’s impressive,” Bai Feng praised with a smile. No wonder she could escape from the pursuit of the Siku Family all the way to the Northern Region—her mentality isn’t something others can compare with.
Seeing her body stop trembling and gradually pull away from the shadow of d*ath, Bai Feng loosened his hold on her shoulders. “Alright, you’d better go back and rest now. Don’t enter the virtual trial for the next couple of days.”
“Mm.”
Chu Chu nodded. As she stood up from the chair, she suddenly lost her footing and almost tumbled over. Bai Feng caught her just in time—otherwise, she might have face-planted onto the floor.
“Shall I take you back?”
Chu Chu’s cheeks turned a little red with embarrassment. She nodded. “Yes, thank you.”
…
After Bai Feng sent Chu Chu back, he found that Little Seven, who was originally resting on the sofa, had somehow woken up. Now she was sitting there, hugging her knees with her head lowered.
When Bai Feng heard the door, she slightly raised her head. Seeing him back, she hurriedly climbed off the sofa—without bothering to put on shoes—and rushed straight over.
Bai Feng looked at Little Seven hugging him, feeling a bit helpless as he ruffled her messy hair. She was becoming even more clingy!
“Did you sleep enough?”
He lifted her back onto the sofa. Little Seven snuggled close to him, her pure white little feet softly swinging.
“Mm…” she nodded slightly. Then she quietly looked up at him, eyes secretly flickering. “Big Brother, can I do a few things I want during the virtual trial?”
Bai Feng: “?”
He was a little puzzled. What did Little Seven mean?
“Is there something you want to do?” he reached out, picking her up onto his lap. “Just tell me, I can help you do it in the real world too.”
“No, no!” Little Seven hurriedly shook her head. “I just want to try being an assassin or killer in the virtual world, is that okay?”
Bai Feng initially looked puzzled—did she need to tell him that?
But then he remembered—probably it was because she learned of her special destiny, so she was somewhat repulsed by the idea of killing.
Her concern wasn’t entirely unfounded. Even though it was just a fantasy, who knew if it might affect her? Especially since her emotional outburst earlier was still vivid in his mind.
He thought about it for a moment but didn’t refuse. Instead, he nodded. “It’s fine, just experience it in the virtual world. But we’ll need to set a few ground rules. As long as you don’t cross the lines we draw, it’s okay.”
Since Little Seven rarely made requests, Bai Feng didn’t plan to flatly refuse. He believed that blocking everything might backfire—like when she was bullied during her virtual trials.
“Okay, I’ll listen to Big Brother.”
So, Bai Feng and Little Seven set some rules: no killing innocent civilians, and the main purpose of practicing as an assassin was to sharpen her swordsmanship, not for pleasure in killing. Little Seven agreed happily.
Bai Feng took a sip of water, then asked, “By the way, Little Seven, why do you want to be an assassin?”
“I just want to help Big Brother,” she explained, voice softening. “But I don’t understand much about other things. Even gathering intel depends on other family members, so I want to try other jobs…”
As she spoke, her voice grew quieter, and she quietly looked up at Bai Feng.
Noticing her subtle actions, Bai Feng grinned and pinched her little face. “So, you think you have a talent for killing?”
Little Seven lowered her head like a wronged little girl. Honestly, she wanted to become a killer because she discovered that, in the virtual trial, she felt no hesitation at all when eliminating those two people. Instead, she felt remarkably exhilarated—her killing moves were almost like those of a born murderer.
In truth, she didn’t really mind whether she was a born villain or not; she just cared about Bai Feng. If helping him meant becoming a monster, so be it…
Hmm, mustn’t tell him that—he’d lecture her for sure.
“Alright, alright, I’m not mad at you,” Bai Feng said with a gentle smile, messing up her little head. “Just remember our agreement. If you want to do it, go ahead. I’m really looking forward to the day you can help me—I’ve got quite a few enemies, and they’re pretty strong.”
Just the Divine Monarch alone has quite a few folks after him.
“Mm!” Little Seven nodded fiercely. She raised her face with a look of anticipation. “Big Brother, when can I enter the virtual trial again?”
“Have you rested enough? Don’t try to push yourself.”
“I have rested enough.”
She nodded again. Honestly, her main concern was not wanting to get out of control and be disliked by Bai Feng again, not the killing part.
“Good, then let’s go train.” Bai Feng saw Little Seven’s rare enthusiasm and didn’t refuse. “No worries about staying out too late—we can just have you stay here.”
“Mm.”
Little Seven quickly sat down in the semi-reclining chair. As the array spun to life, she plunged once more into the virtual trial.
“Is that okay?”
Tian Yan reappeared beside Bai Feng, watching Little Seven inside the virtual world. She asked softly.
“I’m not sure… probably fine,” Bai Feng replied with a shrug. “After all, she listens to me pretty well. But one thing I do know—” he paused, grimacing slightly “—I really don’t want to see Little Seven being held back or bullied because of this.”
