All Worlds Beg the Villainess to Act Like a Human Chapter 503: The Terminally Ill Heiress on Death Game Island

Looking at the remaining points she had left, she didn’t expect to exchange them for so much money. She regretted spending so much. If she could get out of here, wouldn’t she be able to live the life of a rich lady like Qiann Yan?

Then she could do whatever she wanted, buy whatever she wanted, and wouldn’t have to envy Qiann Yan at all.

Qiann Yan’s gaze fell on Jing XiYuaan’s face. Jing XiYuaan’s expression didn’t change much, but she already knew the situation with the Jing Family. Jing XiYuaan had to be anything but calm upon learning about this exchange rate.

She soon noticed Jing XiYuaan clenching his fists tightly, seemingly trying hard to calm himself down.

It seed the high exchange rate did affect Jing XiYuaan.

There were so younger than her among the novice players, teenagers around ten years old. They used their points to buy things they normally couldn’t, and were having a blast, completely imrsed in it.

Qiann Yan decided to stroll around and found that the novice players were the most excited during discussions.

But the veteran players were also full of anticipation about leaving.

Many people were playing freely with the items they bought using points.

So players, who had accumulated many points, were spending lavishly, living a life of debauchery.

Just a mont ago, they were worried about life and death, afraid of being picked to play the gas. Yet now, they cherished the points in their hands dearly.

"Do you find this ga terrifying?" A lazy, familiar voice sounded behind her.

Qiann Yan turned around, and sure enough, it was A9.

The boy had a cool, slightly rebellious look, a handso face, but a world-weary gaze, a truly contradictory combination.

"Almost no one can resist the allure of points. Everyone who ca here hopes to get out, thinking of exchanging a small number of points for a large amount of RMB, and going out to continue their luxurious millionaire lifestyles."

Qiann Yan’s gaze fell on the boy’s arm, finally seeing his na.

Everyone called him A9, almost never by his real na.

The original owner had only seen him a few tis, so Qiann Yan didn’t know his na.

But now she saw it, Bai Huai A9.

Was it that person?

"You seem to have a short ti left, is that why you’re so indifferent to all this?" Bai Huai looked at Qiann Yan curiously, bluntly asking this doubt.

Qiann Yan didn’t mind: "I do have a short ti left, but not because of this."

"I feel like you’re telling the truth." Bai Huai smiled slightly, "You’re much more clear-headed than the others. Once the novice period is over, the ga won’t be so simple. You’ll face death at any mont and even betrayal from those close to you. Aren’t you afraid?"

"You don’t seem like a novice player. If I weren’t one of the first batch of players here, I would have thought you had gone out and been brought back in."

Qiann Yan: "When did you get brought in?"

This was one of her curiosities about Bai Huai. Another point of curiosity was how he could accurately guess the empty cage.

Bai Huai leaned against the tree next to him, eyes staring blankly into the distance: "When I was very young, about seven or eight years old."

"Which ans it’s been over ten years now."

Bai Huai sighed: "Yeah, over ten years, and I still haven’t gotten out. If I’d known, I would have..."

If he had known he would be caught and forced to play the death ga, he wouldn’t have cut class to play gas, not having studied seriously. But in his eagerness to play, he got caught and brought here.

Even though he was terrible at gas and never got the equipnt he wanted, he was still obsessed with playing.