Chapter 119
With Feng Ling's personality, he would never give his opponent a chance to breathe.

But her current physical condition makes it difficult for her to even walk, let alone deal with the Lord of the Maze, so she can only wait patiently for her body to recover.

Baozi picked up branches nearby and made a fire to keep the hall dry and warm.

Huangfu Miaomiao took out everything from the storage compartment and counted the supplies carefully.

"There's not much food left. There are only four boxes of self-heating rice left, and there's not enough water...but there are still a lot of compressed biscuits."

She looked at Feng Ling who was resting and asked quietly, "How about I exchange some nutrients? Those are the little jellies you always mentioned. They can quickly restore physical strength and replenish the water needed by the body."

Feng Ling closed his eyes and said lazily, "Let's finish the self-heating rice first."

Feng Ling actually had some psychological resistance to this type of product used by players. She always felt that once she used unconventional recovery methods, it meant that she was too weak to recover by conventional means.

For example - when she has a fever, she likes to endure it and will take medicine only when she feels really uncomfortable. But if the fever develops to the point where she needs an injection, she will doubt her own physical condition.

Feng Ling is a little conceited in her heart, she thinks she is a strong person.

——The strong do not need to live cautiously. If they do not have this confidence, they are probably not strong enough.

Huangfu Miaomiao opened the box of self-heating rice.

Feng Ling always eats this, and Huangfu Miaomiao learned how to make it by following Feng Ling. After a while, she prepared four boxes of hot rice.

The aroma of rice makes people feel comfortable and associates it with the warmth of home.

Pei Xianjue woke up drowsily, staring at the beam above the hall with unfocused eyes.

Feng Ling glanced at her and asked Huangfu Miaomiao to distribute the self-heating rice to Pei Xianjue and Baozi. Except for Li Qing who was fasting, each person finished one box.

She remembered that after Pei Xianjue and Baozi entered the maze, they had been eating compressed biscuits.

Food not only fills the stomach, but also provides some emotional value during the chewing process. Obviously, the emotional value provided by compressed biscuits is very limited.

During the meal, Feng Ling saw that the atmosphere was peaceful, so he discussed with Pei Xianjue:
"I used my marking ability to check. The Lord of the Labyrinth is now guarding the tower. He probably wants to wait for the fruit on the tree to grow again. He didn't eat any fruit today, so his body won't recover as fast as us. We can try again tomorrow."

Pei Xianjue's right hand trembled slightly, and the disposable bamboo chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground with a plop.

She looked at Feng Ling with some fear, "Try again?"

Feng Ling was silent for a few seconds, then turned to ask Bao Changzhi: "Why is she still like this? Did you use your ability on her?"

Baozi’s mood is hard to describe.

He could calm Pei Xianjue's emotions, but he couldn't make Pei Xianjue emotionless. Isn't it normal for a patient who had just been severely injured by the Lord of the Labyrinth to feel fear when he heard that he was going to kill the Lord of the Labyrinth?

Feng Ling said to Pei Xianjue: "We have come this far, we can't give up halfway, right?"

Pei Xianjue’s face turned pale.

Of course she knew that she couldn't fail, but the fear had been deeply engraved in her bones. The trembling in her heart was constantly defeating her rationality. She really didn't know where to get the courage.

"Xiao Ling, I... I really may not be able to do it..." Pei Xianjue looked at Feng Ling blankly like a depressed deserter and said, "Actually, I have never told you that my father arranged for me to become the deputy captain. I learned martial arts and shooting at the last minute, and every time I go on a mission, I rely on two bodyguards. People like us who enter the Supervisory Bureau through special channels are ridiculed by other supervisors as mascots for attracting investment. I have never fought or killed anyone... Ah, no, I have killed... I killed Liang Zhou..." Pei Xianjue shed two lines of tears and murmured, "The first person I killed after getting the card was not a monster, but a human..."

Feng Ling had a headache and frowned, "I don't care how you became an inspector. I just need you to burn that section of the tree root when I take action. It would be even better if you can burn all the roots underground."

Pei Xianjue wiped away her tears and looked at her crying: "Won't you comfort me, Xiaoling..."

"You are rich, powerful and have a good father, but you let an orphan comfort you?" Feng Ling really wanted to throw her into the water to sober her up.

"But I've never told this to anyone..." Pei Xianjue felt a little sad. She had hardly ever opened up to anyone, and it was rare for her to be vulnerable, but she didn't get any response from the other party.

She asked Feng Ling: "Xiao Ling, why do you want to kill the Lord of the Maze?"

This question confused Feng Ling.

Feng Ling was speechless, "Why? It beat me like this, of course I want to kill it."

"What if you die?" Pei Xianjue asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Feng Ling blurted out, "If he dies, he dies. There's nothing I can do about it."

Pei Xianjue fell silent. After a while, he whispered, "I understand. Because you have nothing and are not tied down by anything, you are not afraid of death, but I am different."

Feng Ling's eyes twitched when he heard this, "...Xiao Yu, I think it's quite hurtful for you to say that."

"You finally stopped calling me Deputy Captain Pei." Pei Xianjue pulled himself together and looked at Feng Ling with a smile, "We are friends now, right?"

Feng Ling was very realistic, "You go burn the trees, and we'll be friends."

Pei Xianjue: “…………”

Feng Ling asked impatiently: "What are you afraid of? We have all eaten the purple fruit, so we will definitely not die. The Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons have died and come back to life many times. Are you worse than them?"

Pei Xianjue thought to himself: They are so huge and strong, I am definitely not as good as them... My wounds are still feeling cold.

Feng Ling looked at Huangfu Miaomiao, "Didn't you take the devil card? Devils should be good at sweet talk and bewitching people. You go and persuade her."

Huangfu Miaomiao tilted her head, thinking about this matter seriously.

This is a rare opportunity to show her ability, she can't mess it up.

"Well... you chose to enter the maze, you must want to make some achievements and make those who look down on you shut up, right?" Huangfu Miaomiao tried to explain, "If you give up now, you won't lose anything. You will just continue to be treated as a mascot. In the future..."

She glanced at Pei Xianjue and continued, "You will still not get your father's approval in the future, so it's actually quite good to maintain the status quo."

Pei Xianjue snorted, "You're trying to provoke me, huh?"

"Not really..." Huangfu Miaomiao was not very experienced in doing this for the first time. "I just think that this is a rare opportunity. The first time to enter the maze as an inspector, the first time to participate in killing the maze boss as an inspector, these two achievements are enough to be engraved on your tombstone in the future. If you want to change, you have to take action. Of course, if you don't care about the evaluation of the outside world, and don't care about your father's approval, then just keep the status quo."

I don’t know which words touched Pei Xianjue, and a thoughtful expression appeared on her face.

Huangfu Miaomiao asked her: "Do you care?"