Xiao Qi seemed to say something softly.
The weak tone was as if she had been cast under a voice-silencing spell and could not make any sound. Others could only see her lips moving slightly, while everything around her was pressed into stillness, and it was eerily quiet.
Only the mermaid leader heard it.
Perhaps, it also includes Yuan Yuxue who is beside the leader at this time—
He lowered his eyes slightly, made no other sound, and looked calm. In short, he probably still gave Xiao Qi the last bit of dignity and did not get involved in the conversation between the two girls.
And the mermaid leader also heard it clearly.
That was an apology from Xiao Qi.
Her face was pale, her eyes were fixed on her, and she said with great determination and without retreat: "... I'm sorry."
The mermaid leader tilted his head slightly and said nothing.
She didn't know how to respond to Xiao Qi.
She had no intention of blaming him from the beginning. If she had to say she felt sympathy... she had gotten used to it over the years and no longer needed sympathy.
She didn't know whether she was an NPC or a poor player trapped in a dungeon. If this made Xiao Qi have a bad association or empathy, then she could only say sorry -
It was as if her blood was still forever flowing with the restriction of obeying the orders of the villagers under the dungeon rules. She was afraid of them, unable to refute or resist, and almost always felt the despair of the first batch of players before they died. Even though this kind of confinement had been dispersed a lot due to the inheritance of many generations, it was still like a brand in her soul, burning her all the time.
If it weren't for this group of... players with weird tempers.
Because Yuan wants to snow.
She would probably never be able to say those words.
While the two women were intervening, the dispute on the other side did not seem to stop.
The fat man quarreled with an extremely excited villager who was born with a limp. The reason seemed to be that the villager had once offered his wife, who depended on him for life, as a sacrifice. It was just to make the sacrifice more plump and abundant, so that the god who had been worshipped for many years would be more satisfied, in the hope that he would be given a descendant who could inherit his mantle and take care of his affairs after his death. But obviously, the words of the merman just now exposed this obviously not beautiful lie, making everything become a waste of effort.
"I believe you so much!!"
The face that had seemed strangely calm and expressionless like a statue before was distorted. The villager roared angrily, his cheeks flushed red. He took two steps forward, grabbed the fat man's collar tightly, and shouted at him, "I lost my last relative. You promised me - but it's been so long, and I'm still alone. I got nothing. If what you said is true, then why didn't God give me an offspring?"
"I'm the only one left!"
He emphasized with a red face, every part of his body trembling with anger.
The fat man also lost his usual composure. With a red face, he freed his collar from the other man's palm, pushed the villager to get away, and said angrily: "So this is why you are still alone! You are not pious enough, and you actually want to use the offerings that are supposed to be made to threaten the gods to give you something - and don't forget, your wife is also not pious enough, so..."