He had a stunningly beautiful face, golden hair, drooping eyes, pale lips, and a smile that made him look like a harmless little lamb.
The prison guards all said he looked like the most well-behaved inmate in the entire prison. But everyone knew he had seventeen lives on his hands.
As the prison transport van burst through the guardrail, Lin Zhao thought: Dying just like this seems a little too hasty. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on a blood-red wasteland. A mechanical System prompt sounded in his ears: “Welcome to the Infinite Trial Grounds. There are no rules here. The strong survive.”
The people around him were still screaming and crying. Lin Zhao slowly sat up, glanced down at his pale, slender wrists, and smiled, his eyes curving.
He really loved this lawless place.
A saying later spread through the trial grounds: Never trust a fragile beauty. The moment he looks at you, your life starts counting down.
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