First Player

Chapter 783 Chapter 782·[He is very happy. 】

Just like in the colorful hall of a discotheque for middle-aged and elderly people, Su Mingan kept his eyes focused to prevent being blinded by the surrounding lights.

The barrage in his live broadcast room is more urgent than a mad dog:

【Don’t let me go! Su Mingan, don’t leave! 】

[This ruined world doesn’t even have spring, and people often die. I would call the ninth world the most heartbreaking world. 】

[I want to see you clear the tenth world! I want to read the fairy tale! ! 】

[Then I want to read the sex-transformation version! I want to watch Disney Princess, with Shubao as the Queen of Hearts. 】

[I want to see the baby in the garden, Lu Shu is the flower, and I am watering the manure. 】

【...Do you really think Lu Shu can come back? 】

[Can you guys be more serious? What about the BOSS battle? The gods are right in front of you. Are you still talking about pouring manure? I just want to scold you guys...why didn't you take me with you? 】

[Tree treasure lovers will assassinate you all sooner or later (Crawling in the Dark.jpg)]

【……】

"What are you looking at?" God saw Su Ming'an's gaze and said calmly.

Su Mingan looked away from the barrage. Now was not the time to read these offensive remarks.

Unexpectedly, the god stared into his eyes and said coldly:

"Are you watching the barrage? What are they talking about? Are they trying to persuade you not to stay? Are they persecuting Lu Shu with words?"

Su Mingan's eyes trembled. At this moment, he felt as if the fourth wall had been broken.

"When they need you, these audiences will praise you higher than anyone else, calling you 'hero' and 'number one player.' When they don't need you, they assume that you will rule them brutally." The god said: " They don’t want you to leave, just because they don’t want to part with the weight of points on you. If they can get a higher weight of points by letting you go, they will definitely give up on you. You know these reasons better than I do.”

Su Mingan remained motionless, neither refuting nor confirming.

In his live broadcast room, people actually started to argue with God from afar:

【You are talking nonsense! You are despicable! 】

[I really want to kick this bastard god, you bitch is just hypocritical. 】

[There is no problem what they said. If the organizer one day says that you have to kill Su Mingan to clear the world game, won't you take action? At most, you will be like the people in the ruined world, crying and howling at the top of your lungs for a few times, then pick up your weapons and start fighting. 】

【No! I really love Su Ming'an! Love love love love - one mouth, one mouth! Bah bah bah. 】

[If you really loved him, you wouldn’t stay in the live broadcast room. 】

[Oatmeal, add group number: 246158...]

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"What are you looking at again?"

The god's gaze was always fixed on Su Mingan's eyes, as if through an invisible dimensional barrier, he accurately guessed the audience's reaction.

"I didn't see anything." Su Mingan said.

"I think... some of the viewers now are probably refuting me, and some are agreeing with me. Or they are selling movies, tea, or peripherals..." God released the live broadcast in the live broadcast room.

"Since you even know this, you should also know my answer." Su Mingan said.

The scope of gods is extremely broad. War, policy, human nature, dimensions, and even world games and dungeons, why can't I guess his answer.

"I want to hear your answer to me myself," said the god.

"Then I'll answer you." Su Mingan's voice was like a swirling wind: "I refuse to stay."

"Even such a rabble?"

"Even a ragtag bunch like this."

What Su Ming'an didn't finish was that he didn't love her so much that even this ragtag group of people loved him. But among this rabble, there are people like Yueyue, Nuoer, Lin Yin, and Mo Yan.

"As expected." The god put his hands in his pockets and looked at Lin Guang: "The talks have broken down, let's take action."

Under the bright disco lights, Lin Guang lowered his head, and half of his face looked like a thick oil painting, making it difficult to see the emotions in his eyes for a while.

When the god became impatient, he spoke.

"I still want to persuade him."

"Stop wasting time. Su Ming'an can't agree. No matter which world copy he has, he has never agreed to stay." The god lowered his head and looked at the time on his watch.

The next moment, Lin Guang was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He suddenly became angry: "You clearly promised me before - saying that as long as I resonate emotionally, you can keep him. Now you don't even have time to persuade him." Don’t give it to me! Then why should I cooperate with you? What will I get if he dies?”

Hearing this, the god sneered and looked at Lin Guang like he was looking at a small animal: "It's not that I didn't give you a chance. If you are more cruel and if you are more serious when you activate the emotional resonance just now, he can still be awakened by Captain Mu. ?”

Su Mingan was startled. It turned out that Lin Guang had retained the emotional resonance just now?

He looked at Lin Guang, the black and white Hengha generals in front of him, glaring at the god with an annoyed look on his face. The god still had a calm expression, but he could faintly see his anxiety. Two people, one ice and one fire, are very suitable for singing a duet.

Lin Guang became even angrier after hearing the god's words, and his eyebrows almost flew away: "Otherwise? If the emotional resonance makes him collapse, who can I turn to to listen to the music? You haven't given me the paint I asked for, and until now I Not a single painting has been drawn, there are hundreds of pencil drafts, and not a single completed draft has been colored!”

The god said calmly: "Even trivial things are taken care of. It's really a poorly raised dog. How do I watch the World Game describe your... a Samoyed? It's true, it's a dog."

Lin Guang missed the key point as always: "I'm better than a Samoyed!"

The god said: "You are really comparing yourself to a dog."

Su Mingan watched the two people quarreling in silence, as if he were an outsider. On the night of this decisive battle that related the fate of two worlds, he was actually here watching cross talk.

"Do it now, you lost the bet, remember." The god slowed down his tone.

"Wait a moment."

"We can't wait any longer. Some people have started to wake up." God glanced at the night outside the window. Xiaomei's world live broadcast was still continuing: "You don't have to kill Su Ming'an, but at least you can't let him run away."

Lin Guang's facial muscles were twisted, and his eyes flickered with hesitation.

"Crack!" The sound of the hose being dragged sounded. As soon as Su Mingan heard the sound, he immediately started spatial displacement.

After landing, he looked back and saw hoses coming from the direction of the elevator, like a flooding Red Sea.

With two "click" and "click" sounds, they did not attack Su Ming'an. Instead, they made a detour and connected to Lin Guang's back. Like pythons gnawing at his back.

Su Ming'an remembered that in the City of Gods, Lin Guang was always connected to these scarlet hoses - what was Lin Guang doing with them at that time?

Is Lin Guang receiving emotional resonance all the time?

How could this not be crazy?

"boom--!"

The next moment Linguang connected the hose.

Lin Guang suddenly turned around, raised his foot, and suddenly kicked out the smiling god next to him. There were only a few "crash" sounds of glass shattering, and the god was kicked out in an upside-down position, breaking the glass on one side and disappearing into the high-altitude night of the building.

Before being kicked out, the god even kept a confident smile on his face. He did not expect that he would be kicked out suddenly by Lin Guang.

Amidst the hum of the building, the noise of the heavy rain beating against the glass outside the window seemed far away. The thunder in the distant night sky disappeared, like a crouching blue dragon.

The cold wind and heavy rain poured in through the gap in the kicked-out glass, and water gradually accumulated under the feet. Lin Guang retracted his legs, with a relieved expression on his face.

Su Mingan looked out through the gap in the glass. In the vast night, it was difficult to see even the stars of the city. The dense rain curtain blocked the view. As for the god, he didn't know where he fell.

"..." The space in Su Ming'an's hand was shaking slightly, and he didn't know whether to throw out the attack.

In the end, Su Mingan could only say: "It's good to kick."

This shouldn't be that Lin Guang and the gods have broken down. Lin Guang's kick should just be to vent his anger, not really to break up.

"Are you happy?" Lin Guang's chest heaved violently, and his face was flushed with vent. He looked at Su Mingan.

"A few more kicks." Su Mingan nodded.

"Okay, I'll kick him again when he comes back." Linguang said, "How many kicks will you make before you stay?"

Su Mingan shook his head: "This is not a calculation problem. Any number multiplied by zero is zero."

Lin Guang said again: "You don't want to stay... is it because this is not a good ending for you? You seem to be obsessed with a perfect ending."

"Of course, this is my mission." Su Mingan said. In a sense, this is his mission in this world.

Lin Guang's vision trembled faintly, as if inches of daylight were gradually disappearing into the night.

"What about the process?" Lin Guang asked: "Where are the passers-by in your life before this ending? In just twenty days, in dozens of dungeons... where are the passers-by like us?"

Su Mingan was slightly startled.

... Lin Guang seems to have suddenly enlightened?

Lin Guang couldn't understand anything before, and he couldn't understand what "love" meant. He was like a stupid fool. Now, even the concept of world copy is clear.

As time goes by, Lin Guang seems to be... getting more and more "perfect".

Whether it is the carefully practiced smile, the thousands of paintings drawn day and night, or these words, they are becoming closer and closer to normal people.

But it's too late. Whether it's the two or three days left in the dungeon, or the historical process of the final chapter, it's already... too late for Lin Guang's slow progress.

After this night, there will be either the dawn or the endless night, and there will be no middle number. The tug-of-war between them has come to an end, and there can be no outcome where both sides get what they want. A happy ending for one is just a nightmare for the other.

"Do you like a good ending?" Lin Guang asked.

"Of course." Su Mingan said.

"But I have read a lot of books about the Dragon Kingdom. The water is swimming in the Liangshan Mountains, and the heroes are recruited by the court. In the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, I didn't see the survival of the Han Dynasty at the end. During the blessing, Sister Xianglin's child was gone, and she was also in despair. He passed away. Why does literature always like tragedy?" Lin Guang asked.

Su Mingan was really shocked.

——He thought that "Teletubbies" was the winner of Lin Guang's pattern, but he didn't expect that Lin Guang could still read books?

"In literature, tragedies are the most unforgettable. Literary scholars are always willing to compose tragedies to make them unforgettable. In this way, the words will remain in their minds forever." Su Mingan said: "It is good to have a happy reunion, but who will live forever? Remember it for a long time?"

"I."

Lin Guang said suddenly.

He took a step closer and placed his hand on the Hanfu collar on his chest, close to his heart.

"I will remember it." Lin Guang said, "If it happens to me, I hope it will end well."

"But it's impossible." Su Mingan said.

"Why is it impossible?" Lin Guang's voice was high-pitched, his bloodshot pupils were staring at Su Ming'an, and his voice seemed to be choked: "Why is it impossible? You have never understood me, Luvis."

Su Mingan's ears were filled with cold wind.

He saw a crimson butterfly flapping its wings slowly in the air, once, twice, like a dancing fire.

It stayed on Lin Guang's shoulder, dotting the dull black Hanfu. The butterfly's eyes were hard to see, but Su Mingan thought that it was also looking at him at this moment.

"——Why should I understand you?" Su Mingan just glanced at it and then forcibly withdrew his gaze, not to follow the scarlet butterfly.

Lin Guang was silent for a moment and said slowly:

“I’ve been thinking every day for years about how I can feel positive emotions.”

"Human beings worship you and oppress you. They always want to sacrifice you, want you to jump off the edge of the world, and want a fake dove to occupy the magpie's nest."

"But you always save them again and again... You clearly said that love means death, but when I tried to die, I couldn't feel anything except pain."

"I feel extremely painful every minute and every second I live in this world. This is a hell for me. Only you make me feel familiar."

"In the past few decades, I have rescued many people during my travels...children who have lost their loved ones, displaced refugees, and mercenary groups who are being hunted. Many, many people, so many that I can't remember them all."

"I saved so many people, but no one came back to save me."

"If friendship is salvation——"

Lin Guang's voice trembled:

"Save me once, okay?"