Villain Lord: Both The Player And The Protagonist Want To Kill Me

Chapter 130 Xinkui’S Preparation

"Sister, Xinzhi doesn't want to be cured anymore, please don't take any more risks, okay?"

"Please, please sister, my mother is gone. Xinzhi can't...can't live without you..."

Xinzhi's eyes were full of pleading, and crystal tears were already welling up in her eyes.

She seemed to have foreseen something.

"Ahh..."

Xinkui stretched out her little hand and made two gestures.

She made a thumbs up on her chest and touched Xinzhi's little head, signaling Xinzhi not to think too much and that she would be fine.

Then, with a still intact finger, he gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Xinzhi's eyes.

Someone always has to carry the burden forward.

Xinkui helped her sister tuck in the quilt. Outside the shack, a cold wind came in through the cracks.

If my sister is cured.

She is also a pretty half-elf girl...

When the time comes, she will be living alone, and the pressure will be much less.

Plus, maybe half-dragon Uncle Jerryv might help take care of her.

Then my sister will have no problem surviving in this inner city.

It's not like Xinkui has never thought about leaving the Demon City and going back outside.

But what happens when we get outside?

Although the Devil's City is dangerous, at least there is no racial discrimination here.

If you go back outside.

If you encounter an elf, you will be killed by the elf.

If you meet humans, you will be captured by humans and used as slaves to buy money.

When they meet an orc, they will just become food in the orc's belly.

The world is so vast that there is no place to stay. Only this shabby shack can barely shelter from the wind and rain.

He must provide a future for his sister.

Xinkui's eyes became more and more determined, three points brighter than the flickering candle in the darkness.

…

In the early morning, when Xinzhi was sleeping deeply.

Xinkui rubbed her eyes.

He climbed up from the straw mat gently.

She was sleepy and tired.

But she couldn't go back to sleep.

The sound of howling cold wind came from outside the shack.

Xinkui glanced at her sleeping sister, pursed her lips, and gently stuffed the crystal piece that stored the soul points under her sister's pillow.

Then, she came to the edge of the shack and opened a crack, carefully observed it for a moment, turned around and shrank back, and when she came out again, she already had a basin in her hand.

It's really cold outside.

Xinkui couldn't help but shudder, and she woke up a lot.

She tiptoed to the vicinity of the ruins.

Pull back some deliberately concealed obstacles.

Soon I took out some good things that I had collected long ago.

Basically, they are leftover toiletries that are left over and thrown away casually by city dwellers.

Usually Xinkui is reluctant to use these toiletries and has no chance to use them. Now it's time for them to come in handy.

In the future, when my sister recovers from her illness, she can buy better ones herself instead of others using leftovers.

With such hope, Xinkui put these toiletries into a basin and walked against the dark corner to a public water area near the ruins.

This is a very ordinary ditch.

The water inside comes from the core area, which is the waste water left over from the big shots in the core area.

But this wastewater is the source of life for the bottom residents living near the ruins.

In the early morning of every day, the water in the ditch is the cleanest.

This is also the time Xinkui was waiting for.

She leaned down and filled a large basin with cold water. Then she looked around and came to an inconspicuous corner.

There was a large amount of masonry and wood piled in front of me.

No one would notice her if she didn't go around two corners.

Xinkui's hands were trembling as she unbuttoned her clothes little by little, revealing her tender body.

The cold made her shrink back.

The skin that should have been milky white and smooth like a baby was covered with whip marks all over.

Some are relatively new, but many are old wounds.

Xinkui's fingers lightly swept over the latest wounds, and she immediately gasped in pain.

You can't kill people casually in the inner city.

But no one cares about beating people.

Xinkui would be beaten almost every day or two, sometimes by drunkards passing by, sometimes by fellow guides, but more often than not, it was just a chance encounter on the road, and the other person didn't like her.

Even though Xinkui has become accustomed to moving close to dark corners.

But because she is weak

So trouble always comes.

The cold wind hovered over the ruins, and Xinkui turned pale from the cold and shivered all over.

But she still endured the cold and poured the cold water on her head and body.

This will make you sick.

But Xinkui no longer cares so much.

She began to wash her body seriously.

Those toiletries and medicines eroded her wounds, making her whole body feel hot and painful. The cold wind blew, and the frostbite on several fingers finally broke open.

Xinkui endured the pain.

Pull the skin off the frostbite.

Pus and blood mixed with bath soap and cold water flowed into nearby ditches.

After washing her body and hair, Xinkui took out a white towel that she had treasured for a long time and began to dry her body.

Just wait until she finishes wiping her body.

The originally snow-white towel had turned into a rusty red.

Sitting on a stone in a dark corner, Xinkui used the bandages prepared in advance to wrap the frostbite on her hands and the wounds on her body that had ruptured due to the cold.

These frostbites and injuries will affect her next actions.

After finishing all this, Xinkui shivered and put on a goose-yellow dress, covering the bandages and most of the wounds on her body, leaving only a section of her calf and arm exposed.

It was the only piece of clothing that was free of holes and patches.

That was a gift from her mother.

A little skirt sewn stitch by stitch.

Xinkui has always treasured it and is reluctant to wear it.

Standing in front of a broken mirror, Xinkui looked at herself in the mirror.

The mirror was broken like a spider web, but it did not prevent her from piecing these broken mirror images together.

There was no black dust on his face, and his damp long hair was hanging loose. Although he was skinny and his face was sallow, he was still beautiful.

A smile appeared on her lips.

Just smile and laugh.

Two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Xinkui put on her shoes, clenched her hands and slowly unclenched them, took a deep breath, and finally looked at the small shack where she and her sister lived, then turned around and walked in the direction of the Wailing Chamber of Commerce.

…

Humans are greedy and lustful.

She had no money to give to humans, so she could only dress herself up in order to have a chance to enter the Howling Chamber of Commerce and obtain the information that the previous adult needed.

As for the price she had to pay, Xinkui had already prepared in her heart. As long as she served those humans well, she might not be able to come out alive.

As for the adult before serving.

Xinkui never thought about it.

Because she feels unworthy.

After all, the girls next to that adult are so outstanding. Compared with them, I am not even an ugly duckling, but more like a smelly and dirty piece of rag.

If you make this request yourself.

Xinkui thought that this would only pollute the adult's ears and eyes.