An unprecedented sense of crisis surged from within, causing Xu Xiaoyou's face to change dramatically as she retreated immediately.
The surface of the Hundred-sided Dice began to transform, with its intricate mechanical components rapidly interlocking and shifting.
A flash of cold light cut through the air, and a blood mark suddenly appeared on Xu Xiaoyou's neck!
She was breathing heavily, and under the pale light, a bead of sweat slowly trickled down from her forehead.
Xu Xiaoyou's hand reached toward the blood mark on her neck, which was merely a hair's breadth away from her carotid artery. If it had deviated slightly, Tang Xin would find a fallen red-hearted you covered in blood next time she entered.
The Hundred-sided Dice was still on the table, with a strange blood-red hue fading away from its projected screen. She saw the joyous expression in those scarlet eyes and slowly closed her own.
