A Cruel One-for-One Exchange, Sloth Awakens

Those final words sounded like sleep talk, a quiet murmur, as though she were speaking to the person before her.

But the person before her gave no response at all, just as he had throughout the entire game night last night.

Sloth: zZZ...

He merely slept with his head lowered, silently, with no idea how long he intended to sleep. He let the fairly high-grade spear press against his throat, even carving a long line of blood across it.

Yet he still did not wake, looking completely at their mercy.

Xue Zou could clearly sense that something was wrong with Feng Wang. She turned back to glance at Xie Antong, only to find that Xie Antong's expression was equally spectacular.

What does this mean?... You still can't bring yourself to do it?

Hearing Feng Wang's words just now, which had sounded almost like a self-exposure, several of the "heroes" could no longer sit still.

Unlike Xue Zou, they had not endured a mental violation last night.

Many of them still felt that this secret could remain hidden a little longer.

Thus, voices rose one after another. It was rare for them to speak of their own accord during the daytime portion of the game.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"What do you mean, a sharp blade? Are you even awake right now?"

"Feng Wang, why would you attack your own teammate?"

But as they spoke, even they began to lose confidence in their own words.

After all, what Feng Wang had just said was just as heart-piercing to them.

Feng Wang did not respond with a single word. Her eyes were filled with deep sorrow, a sorrow Xie Antong found very familiar.

The Princess who had been toyed with by the God of Lust in that lost