MTL - First Player-Chapter 787 Seven hundred and eighty six
Chapter 787 Chapter seven hundred and eighty-six · "Su Ming'an, why?"
"Team Mu! Su Xiaobi! Yaya! Respond to me!" Su Mingan shouted, he looked at Lu Shu again, and quickly pulled his gaze away, not daring to stay too long on Lu Shu.
"Are you unwilling to accept hallucinations?" Lu Shu said, "If it's a beautiful dream, are you unwilling to live it?"
"no."
"Why? Isn't it okay at all?" Lu Shu said.
Su Mingan just said: "No."
He can't lose his "sanity" and never allows himself to have a nervous breakdown. If one day, he really loses Lu Shuyue and others, he will accept it after trying his best to save them, and will not stand still.
He used to hope that he could really be happy, but now he doesn't think about his ending.
... This must be an illusion. If you want to break the illusion, you may need to restore yourself to the original state. Since I should have broken my hand, then...
Su Mingan reached out and put his hand on his shoulder. After hesitating for a moment, he used force. With a sound of "click", he forcibly tore off his upper arm, blood spattered everywhere, and the skin and muscles were severed.
Lv Shu held the tea and looked at him quietly, surrounded by snow-white data of 0 and 1, like blooming flowers.
"Sigh." Lu Shu sighed and put down the tea bowl.
The next moment, Su Mingan saw that the scene in front of him began to fade away, even Lu Shu, who was holding the tea, also began to fade away, and the surrounding scene shattered like glass.
"Ha ha…"
Su Mingan laughed:
"You really are an illusion! You really are..."
He smiled for a while, but the smile gradually faded, leaving only pain on his face.
…why is he laughing?
... what's so funny about that?
The corner of his mouth twitched, he seemed to be laughing, but also seemed to be crying. The noise poured into his brain, as if robbing his soul.
He held his head and squatted down, his mind was in chaos, his consciousness seemed to be pulled and cut by three people, one part belonged to Asa, the other part belonged to Beiliser, and the other part belonged to Lin Guang. They seemed to be in a tug-of-war . Someone tried to hold him, someone tried to push him away, someone tried to hurt him.
The temples were swollen and painful, and kept pulsating, like a sharp cone piercing the brain, splitting him into three pieces, and his mouth seemed to contain blood.
...Stop shouting!
Stop calling those names!
Stop calling Asa! Stop calling Xiao Bei!
"..."
These voices have been there since the moment the emotional resonance ended, but he deliberately doesn't listen to them.
Thoughts swell up like balloons, and the memories and emotions a person can bear are limited—when he exhausts the life of his soul, he will also die.
Su Mingan covered his ears, and kept calling his name in a low voice, over and over again, trying to make himself remember who he was:
"Su Mingan."
Save them—save Zhai Xing—save Minghui—save Praia—save all human civilizations! Win the bet!
"Su Mingan." He muttered in a low voice, letting himself remember himself.
Save them—!
"Su Mingan." He repeated.
Help—!
"Su Mingan."
Save—!
"Su Mingan."
—!
"Crack clap clap clap—!!"
The field of view is rotated upside down. He buried himself between his knees, shrinking into a hedgehog posture, using the hardest body bones to protect his tight heartbeat.
Someone walked up to him.
"Listen, this is the last time."
The man whispered:
"Shoot me."
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【(TE·Everything Resurrected) Perfect clearance progress: 80%】
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There is continuous sound of rain overhead.
Su Mingan woke up from his dream.
...He had a very strange dream. Who to shoot? What to shoot?
In the upper left corner of the field of vision, the HP dropped to 430 points, and there were also debuffs of [serious injury: 30 points of health lost per minute] and [one arm disabled: temporarily unable to control the arm].
He used his shoulder to push away the layers of hoses and climbed out. The city-state in front of me was still shrouded in heavy rain, and the system time showed 11:33pm.
Only the blood on the body is warm. A few white birds perched on the clock tower fluttered their wings.
The city-state was dead silent, only some figures sleeping in the rain. Su Mingan looked back, the lights of the Central Government Building were still on, and the light was shining through the pigeon cage-like windows.
"Su Lin." He called.
The rainstorm buried his voice.
"Noel?"
No response.
"Yue Yue…"
No response.
"Lu Shu..."
He slowly supported his heavy body and stood up.
...Let's get out of here first.
... He was chased by Lin Guang before, and he jumped from the building and fell here. I don't know when Lin Guang will catch up.
"Da, da." Su Mingan stepped off the hose, took a few steps, and almost tripped.
He thought it was garbage. After all, the rain was too heavy, and the garbage on the ground was washed everywhere.
But when he lowered his head, he saw that it was a corpse that tripped his foot.
A disfigured, dirty corpse that seems to have lost all color.
"..."
There is only the sound of pattering rain in my ears.
The rain fell along his field of vision, soaking the corpse, and the white hair that was as messy as a lily in bloom in the pool of water.
Su Mingan slowly squatted down and turned the corpse over.
He parted the man's white hair, revealing a piercing wound on his forehead.
At this moment, his thoughts were blown away like the wind, and his plan, his next move, and his coping methods seemed to be all forgotten.
Su Mingan silently maintained the posture of lifting the white hair of the corpse, and froze for a long time.
After a while, he slowly made a sound, which was inaudible in the rainstorm.
"...how did you die?"
Aren't you the villain BOSS?
Will the villain BOSS die before the decisive battle with the brave?
A few white hairs slipped from between Su Mingan's fingers, and floated back into the water again.
The white-haired youth lay in the rain.
He closed his eyes, as if he was attacked by someone, and his fingers still kept digging, as if he was digging something before he died.
Lin Guang's appearance is really similar to Lu Shu's, with similar eyebrows, similar pale complexion, there is always gray and gray under the eye circles, and there is no blood on the lips, just like a patient who has been suffering from a long illness.
He was obviously lying on the rain moor, but it seemed that he was lying on the bottom of the sea, and he was about to melt into a part of the water. The left chest was open, and the heart inside was missing.
It seems like a long time has passed.
It also seems to be just a moment.
"...Lin Guang." Su Mingan finally spoke out.
It seems to be saying a long goodbye. His ending was trembling, and he was speechless for a while, as if he had been drained of all his strength.
Even though I have been looking forward to Lin Guang's death, when this person really dies...
"Lu...Lin Guang..."
Su Mingan withdrew his hand, letting the white hair cover the corpse's face.
There is only a low breath sound in the throat.
"…goodbye."
The withered lily pinned to Lin Guang's chest, stained with blood. The tree shadows are illusory in the rainstorm, and the neon signboards reflected in the puddles are shining brightly. There were bloodstains on the face of the white-haired young man, which was gradually diffused by the rain, like tears of blood flowing.
"..."
Su Mingan squatted in the rain, silently, the rain suddenly stopped in his ears.
An umbrella was propped on his head.
A slight lemon fragrance came, and Su Mingan knew who was holding the umbrella for him. At this time, there was only one person who could move freely in the city-state where all the people fell to the ground.
"You have always hated him." The voice of the **** came from behind, still soaked in the elegant tone of red wine: "I avenged you, don't thank me."
"Yes." Su Mingan said, "I really hate him."
"The traitor of mankind, the agent of the gods, the lackey of Tavi, the executioner who executed countless people, the devil that everyone hates, a thousand cuts are not enough." The **** whispered: "He is dead, look, he Died—from now on, Haiyan River will be clear, and the world will be peaceful.”
"yes?"
"Seeing him dead now, don't you feel the pleasure of getting revenge?" Shen Ming squatted down, squatting beside Su Ming'an: "But from your expression, it seems that you are not so happy."
"I have one more thing to do." Su Mingan said.
"Huh?" The **** responded with a smile.
Su Ming'an got up suddenly, and when the **** was still squatting, he turned his left leg and stepped forward—kicked the **** hard!
Shenming maintained a smiling expression and was kicked out hard.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the **** was thrown out like a parabola, and smashed heavily into the garbage dump not far away. Immediately, banana peels, rotten vegetable leaves, cans, etc. were thrown into the air, and there was a "dingling clang" sound all over the floor, causing a group of mice to "squeak" and scurry around.
Three seconds later, Shenming crawled out from the garbage dump. He patted the ashes on his body, took off the instant noodles on top of his head, and looked down at the second shoe print on the white coat.
"Okay." The **** sighed: "If this can calm you down, I don't care."
"Why did you kill Lin Guang?" Su Ming'an said, "You should have promised Lin Guang that as long as he restrains me, he and I will spare his life—he has already done it by driving me out of the building and even My arm is broken, why do you go back on killing him?"
"Hmm..." God pondered for a moment: "Because he kicked me before?"
"Is this the reason for your self-destructive promise?" Su Mingan said.
The **** is still beating the ashes on his body.
But the smile that had been on his face suddenly disappeared. Instead, there is a kind of seriousness and respect.
"Compared with the fate of an entire civilization, my reputation alone is insignificant." The **** said, "I doubt he has a back hand. To be on the safe side, I'll kill him, lest he really have a back hand."
"Back...hand?" Su Mingan said.
Aren't you in the same group? Humph, Second General.
Lin Guang has been attacking humans all the time, so where is there any backup?
Shen Ming finished smearing the ashes on his body, looked into the distance, his eyes were calm, and the expression on his face was a little shocked:
"It turns out that my thinking was correct. He really has a backhand, just a little bit, just a little bit... I failed."
Su Mingan stood in the rain.
He sensed a hint of absurdity.
There seemed to be a cold wind blowing through the chest cavity.
"He actually...really set up a game that lasted 2,300 Kaiusta simulations. He was indeed the person Asa trusted the most before his death. Asa didn't trust the wrong person. I almost...lost at the last moment Here it is for you. But fortunately, his game did not take effect." Shenming said with emotion.
Su Mingan looked at the white-haired corpse in a state of embarrassment.
"What?" he said softly.
An idiot like Lin Guang.
What can he set up?
How could he have made an arrangement?
"Shua la la—" A gust of cold wind blew by, and the flute hanging on Su Mingan's waist shook slightly, and a line of small words on it [a gift for Luvis in the future] was buried by the flowing blood.
A few scattered flute scores are floating between the water pools, the ink marks are no longer visible, and I don’t know what kind of notes were carefully written on them.
Su Mingan suddenly remembered that many years ago, he had entered Lin Guang's dream. At that time, Lin Guang seemed to be keeping some secret.
Is that...in layout?
how is this possible.
why.
"Thanks to you, humans in the ruined world. I always praise you for targeting your own heroes. Even though this time, you yourself don't know that the one who died was a hero, not a demon." The **** smiled.
It was a laugh full of pity, sarcasm and bad humor. It seems to be mocking the entire failed world of ruins, mocking all the unknown efforts Lin Guang has made.
"It's a pity, it's still a little bit worse... It's a pity that the hero can only be a demon in the end and cannot be rehabilitated."
"..."
Su Mingan stood still, the white hair in the water brushing against his ankles.
The lights of the city-state were still shining warmly, but his vision was blurred and he couldn't see anything clearly.
At his feet, the white-haired youth died in the city-state's torrential rain.
Like a dead dog.
"It's okay, you're just too young. If I were your age, I might not be able to do better than you." Shenming patted Su Mingan on the shoulder in a cheerful tone: "Since you have already lost this time, in the next match In the time that comes down, I will slowly train you to be as interesting as me. I believe you will gradually understand that Zhai Xing is nothing. As for the game he arranged, I will slowly tell you..."
"..."
Su Mingan looked far away.
Countless babbles flowed in his brain, and he saw countless sprawling pools of water in the city-state—
It seems to be full of the unyielding reflections of the war dead in the ruins of the world.
No one surrendered to the invaders.
The white bird with broken wings fell crazily and fell into the 2,300 torrential rain in Utopia.
…
The demon is dead.
His name is Lin Guang.
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"Su Ming'an." At this moment, a black shadow of a fox appeared on Su Ming'an's shoulder, and it was the return of the elusive little love.
She watched this scene, was silent for a while, and said:
"Su Mingan, don't you feel pain?"
Pain?
Su Mingan's gaze drooped down—he saw his empty half body, like an old tree split by an axe, with sticky scarlet blood bones involved, because he jumped from a tall building before, not only his arm bones were broken, Even the muscles in the waist and abdomen were torn.
A pain exploded from his whole body belatedly, and he realized how badly he was hurt.
…yes.
... Doesn't it hurt?
But it seems that the pain in the body is not as good as the hollowness in his heart. His heart seems to be curled up into a small black dot, and he can hardly hear the heartbeat.
Xiao Ai stretched out her hand and smoothed the messy hair on his forehead, with an expression like she was about to cry:
"Can't you even feel pain?"
"Su Mingan."
"Why…"
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(end of this chapter)
