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Chapter 693 Chapter 691 · "Don't leave her here."

Yueyue is real.

Shopping tonight is also real.

The ginkgo leaf wreaths she weaves are also real.

She sent him back to the hospital, and it was all true.

However, at the end, he suddenly began to madly condemn himself in bed as to why he had to leave the City of God, like a hysterical madman.

No matter who it is, it is extremely easy to be destroyed once it is subjected to repeated pressure that far exceeds the limit in a short period of time. If it is supplemented by drugs that forcibly suppress emotions, it will add fuel to the fire after the effects of the drugs wear off.

After going through so many things, it is simply a spiritual miracle that he has not turned into a madman.

"..." Yueyue looked at him quietly, with a hint of sadness in her eyebrows.

Counting fifteen weeks, he used the mental stabilizing drug more than 180 times in total, far exceeding the normal dosage. Death, a pain beyond human endurance, cannot be cured by medicine.

Yueyue didn't speak, just stayed with him silently. It wasn't until he recovered that she said, "Go to sleep, your body has not fully recovered yet."

She closed the curtains, blocking out the light from the fireworks outside the window, and turned off the indoor lights with a click, leaving only the detector on the bedside that glowed slightly, illuminating the bright ring of ginkgo leaves.

She took off the red rope from her ponytail, and her black hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall. She would wait for him to fall asleep before leaving.

Su Mingan closed his eyes, and five minutes later he opened them: "I can't sleep."

He wanted to keep going until six in the morning with his eyes open to at least confirm an ending. Otherwise, he was afraid that the next time he opened his eyes, he would be lying in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass in the corridor of the City of Gods, greeted by the endless icy wind and snow - which meant that the last line to save her would also fail. .

This means he can no longer save her.

If he wanted to take care of her side, he couldn't take care of the red-eyed Noel, Yamada Machichi... and the millions of soldiers and civilians on the battlefield... He has left the City of God, and the nuclear explosion cannot be terminated.

"You said Lin Guang didn't want you to die, so now that you are in the outside world, he will definitely not launch a nuclear explosion." Yue Yue said, "You have to believe that nothing will happen at six in the morning."

"Then let's talk until the early morning." Su Mingan said.

"Well... I want to hear you talk about the novel you haven't finished before..." Yueyue said.

Just like when they were young, they celebrated the New Year together and stayed up late. They chatted all over the world, chatting about the copy of the world, about his and her experiences in the past four months, and their longing for the future.

They all realized that six o'clock in the morning represented a moment of life and death, and no one slept that night. He was leaning on the bed, and she was sitting on the edge of the bed. The trivial words were like a gust of wind blowing across the brightly-coated ginkgo leaves, as if they were trying to make up for the decades she had spent in the duplicate world.

They chatted until it was close to six o'clock, and the rippling dawn gradually appeared on the edge of the sky. The faint morning light poured in from the window, reflecting the interior through the window screen.

As if she wanted to witness this moving miracle of night turning into day, Yueyue stopped talking and stared quietly out of the window.

They were far away in an unknown small city. They didn't know what the fighting situation was like on the front line, or whether a nuclear explosion capable of destroying the entire world would happen. They just watched the moving morning light rising up bit by bit, as if it was about to sweep the light away. And a brilliant future is delivered to this beautiful world.

"Click".

The second hand turned, and at six o'clock in the morning, the estimated time for the nuclear explosion had arrived.

At this moment, everyone seemed to stop breathing, facing the unknown fate, not knowing whether they would be destroyed in the fire of the entire world.

However, at this moment, Su Mingan did not hear the rumbling sound, nor saw the orange-red fire or mushroom cloud that destroyed everything. He was still lying in the pure white ward, and nothing happened.

"Successful."

Tears fell from Yueyue's face, and she held his hand tightly.

Lin Guang did not choose to launch a nuclear explosion, and the world was not destroyed at this moment.

"...success?"

Su Mingan still had an unreal illusion. He delayed teleporting to save Yueyue until the sixteenth episode because he himself knew that this path was almost impossible to succeed.

"Successful! Ming'an! It's past six o'clock and we can see the dawn!" Yueyue held his hand tightly.

Different from the farewell blessing at night, this time there was real joy on her face.

Su Ming'an quickly calmed down: "Let's leave here first. Don't stay too long to prevent Lin Guang's back-up."

"My legs are numb after sitting all night and I can't walk. Can I sit in your wheelchair?" Yueyue stretched out her hand, and her legs were numb from sitting on her.

Su Ming'an pulled her up. Her bones were a little hard. He put her on the wheelchair. With a "hurrah", they rushed out of the hospital along the window and into the sky.

The dawn lifts off the veil of night and reveals the brilliant morning. The girl's black hair flew up in the wind, and her robe fluttered backwards, like the wings of a white dove.

Like two birds, they flutter toward freedom, and everything in the world seems to hang upside down.

Su Mingan wanted to take her to a safe place and then return to the dangerous front line.

"Why do you think Lin Guang launched a nuclear explosion?" In the air, going around and around, they talked about this dungeon.

"Linguang said that everything he did was to pave the way for me, but I don't understand why he launched the nuclear explosion to pave the way for me." Su Mingan said.

"You still don't think he is Lu Shu?"

"Even if I think so in my heart, I will still respect an independent individual. He is just Linguang in my eyes." Su Mingan said.

"Hmm..." Yueyue thought for a moment: "If you think about it a little bit, maybe Lu Shu has been roasting sweet potatoes somewhere."

Su Mingan smiled: "I hope so."

The scenery passed by the speeding wheelchair. This was an air trip. After a while, Yueyue shook her head slightly and sang:

"You are the beginning of a letter, the content of a poem, and the end of a fairy tale~

"You are a natural miracle ~ You are so beautiful in the moonlight ~

"You are a gift from Santa Claus to me~a good boy~"

This week, she was not covered in burns or blood, she was as pure as a newborn. He finally saved her completely.

The song floated in the sky, and the wheelchair drove towards the end of the world, like a Pegasus flying towards a fairy tale.

"The scenery is so beautiful..." She opened her arms and raised her head high.

The scenery of the ruined world is something Zhai Xing has never seen before. There are pools of water rising with blood, mountains that sparkle like amber, and rainbow-colored fireflies that overlap and twinkle in the clouds and mist... At this moment, his mind is very peaceful, and everything in the world is beautiful in his eyes.

As if he was about to throw everything away, at this moment, his mind was no longer filled with the task bar that had been lingering for four months, only her melodious singing voice.

Only at this moment did he feel truly alive.

"You are the marking point I am looking for in my adventure of thousands of rivers and mountains~

You are the line that divides my life and connects them..."

At seven o'clock in the morning, they arrived at the end of the world.

The data of 0 and 1 flowed in front of them like a chasm. The scenery at the edge of the world was very strange, a bottomless abyss of data flow.

The wheelchair slowly landed, and her singing stopped.

"It should be safe here." Su Mingan planned to put her down. No war will spread to the edge of the world.

He took her slender but hard hand and wanted her to come down.

Yueyue, however, also held his hand tightly, as if she didn't want to leave.

"Come down, we are already here." Su Mingan said.

"Okay, there are still so many people waiting for you, go back." Yueyue comforted him like coaxing a child: "Besides, time is running out."

"What time?"

"Your return time is almost set."

Su Mingan was stunned, and without much thought, he subconsciously said "hmm".

He took half a step forward, wanting to put her down, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

The next moment, horror exploded in his mind like thunder.

[The return point is about to be fixed...]

Why would Yueyue say such a thing?

Suddenly, he pushed her away, and blood-red color suddenly broke into his eyes.

etc……

He took a step back, and the scene in front of him exploded like fireworks——

"call……"

He suddenly felt the painful heat in the air, and a dull weightlessness suddenly evaporated in his chest. An orange-red mushroom cloud appeared in the distance, and a ring-like fire spread outward.

Pain and madness were like sharp claws piercing through him, and a layer of dense cold sweat broke out on his back.

The leisurely voice of the god rang in my ears: "The nuclear explosion broke out an hour ago, and you finally regained your senses..."

Su Mingan's field of vision was like a photo suddenly dyed with color.

That distance—the free wind in the distance—turned out to be no wind at all.

What was flowing in the sky was not dawn—it was a sky filled with black ash and human tissue floating like blood.

The ruins of the city can be seen from a distance, and the land is littered with millions of dead bones.

And he stood at the edge of the world, in the residual heat of the nuclear explosion, like a fugitive. The white source of light that came from nowhere has been protecting him, blocking him from the nuclear radiation. He seemed to be the only survivor.

Since six o'clock in the morning, I saw the quiet hospital being instantly destroyed by the nuclear explosion, I saw all the people celebrating the Fuyuan Festival dying together in the nuclear explosion, I watched the children reduced to fly ash and blackened corpses, I saw the vendors suffering in the fire The moment he ran away - he collapsed.

The rising pressure and the tsunami of negative emotions overwhelmed him, and he knew what this meant - there was no way he could not prevent the nuclear explosion.

All the good things will be buried, this is just a memory destined to be buried in the timeline. His memory will be her grave.

So before he collapsed, he weaved a fantasy dream for himself of birds rising into the sky.

【Success! Ming'an! It's past six o'clock and we see dawn! 】

He imagined her singing...her soft and dreamy singing...

Her black hair raised high, her robe like a white dove...

And she has been sitting in a wheelchair...

He slowly turned back and looked at her in the wheelchair.

The fog shrouding his eyes gradually receded, revealing Yueyue's true appearance at this time.

——It was the charred skeleton of a young girl.

There was no ponytail raised high, no flying robes, no eyes, not even smooth skin.

Her legs turned into powder, sticky and connected to her tailbone. Her finger bones were slender and blackened, and she clenched his hand tightly. Her spine bent forward, as if she wanted to hug him tightly before she died.

He woke up like a dream, and suddenly remembered that moment at six in the morning, when the glass was shattered by the impact, everything was crushed by death, and countless brilliant lights rushed toward them through the curtains. Her expression was like a photo Still fixed, it turned into fire and dissipated at the moment of explosion.

During the nuclear explosion, she died in his arms. Her legs were burned off, and the flesh all over her body was festered and blackened until she turned into a withered skeleton. Her black hair was burned in the flames... She stopped moving.

He stared at this scene stiffly, holding her withered bones in the wheelchair, thinking about what she would say.

[My legs are numb after sitting all night and I can’t walk. Can I use your wheelchair...]

"..."

He clearly noticed something was wrong, but subconsciously corrected it in the direction of a reasonable explanation, thinking that nothing happened.

She could no longer move, but he had been chatting with a dead skeleton, but he still thought she was alive.

He even subconsciously began to ask for help. Yueyue in his hallucination told him to go back and not to come again...

【happy? 】

His pupils trembled violently, and he met her eyes, but the next moment he could only see her skull with no eyeballs.

He squeezed her hand tightly, as if making a contract with her, but her soft skin disappeared, leaving only the hard and hot metacarpal bones.

Fantasy and cruel reality intersect at this moment.

The ginkgo leaves on his head were also well protected by the source light. It turned out that Asa Akto would not die from the nuclear explosion at all. The source light of the world would protect him, and only others would die in pain.

Ginkgo leaves glow with a blood-colored edge.

——Just like his blood-red eyes.

He stumbled unconsciously.

It was as if he had been turned into an empty shell without a soul.

"If there really is a next New Year..."

Subconsciously I want to keep her, and subconsciously I want to spend the New Year with her.

"I want to hear you talk about the novel you haven't finished before..."

I want to read her stories, share the past with her, look forward to the future with her, and release floating lanterns with her...

"I want to talk to you until the early hours of the morning..."

"I want to learn piano from you and play games with you..."

Imagine watching her singing, watching her sing like a bird.

He carried her through bloody suns and nuclear explosions, carried her to the edge of the world, and imagined traveling with her at dawn...

Want to be with her.

I want to live with her.

"..."

"..."

——But why let him carry her undead soul?

——But why let him become her tomb?

"..."

His hand holding her phalanges trembled uncontrollably. Her corpse lay in front of him for sixteen weeks, and no one of them was more tragic than before him.

"sorry."

"..."

He tried his best.

He said this word so obscurely that it was like a sharp knife tearing at his soul.

The blackened bones sat quietly in the wheelchair, just like she was still waiting by his bed in the early morning until six in the morning.

He didn't want to be brave anymore, he wanted to say that he was in pain all the time, his whole body was as hot as being roasted on a fire, his throat hurt like it was being torn, and the nerves in his brain were about to be shredded... In fact, he couldn't feel it at all from beginning to end. To any tranquility, for sixteen weeks, even one hundred and eighty medicines were tormenting his soul all the time...

"clatter."

There was a sound of footsteps landing.

As harsh as a steel needle.

In the flickering firelight, Xiao Bi, with black hair and blue eyes, came to Su Ming'an with a huge data stream, and the blade pressed against his throat with a "swish" sound.

"The mental breakdown level is 99%. You have been completely invaded, Luvis." Xiaobi lowered her eyelids slightly: "According to the contract, I will take you away as promised."

Su Mingan raised his head:

"360 Security Guard, you are here..."

"Huh? I told you, I'm not the 360 ​​you said, what the hell..." Xiao Bi still wanted to curse.

But she quickly stopped talking.

Between the sword surfaces reflecting silver light,

…She saw him crying.

"I'm sorry..." Xiaobi said. She felt that she shouldn't be so aggressive.

And he held the dead bones in his arms and apologized frantically with her:

"I'm sorry, I didn't do my best, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The ruined world is too cold.

Don't leave her here.

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