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Chapter 787 Chapter 786 · "Su Ming'an, why?"

"Team Mu! Su Xiaobi! Ye Ya! Answer me!" Su Mingan shouted. He looked at Lu Shu again, and quickly looked away, not daring to dwell too much on Lu Shu.

"Aren't you even willing to accept the hallucination?" Lu Shu said, "If it's a beautiful dream, aren't you willing to continue living it?"

"no."

"Why? Not even a little bit?" Lu Shu said.

Su Mingan just said: "No."

He cannot lose his "mind" and will never allow himself to have a nervous breakdown. If one day he really loses Lu Shuyue and others, he will accept it after doing his best to save them and will not stand still.

He once hoped 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 return to your original state. Since he should have cut off his hand, then...

Su Ming'an reached out and put his hand on his shoulder. He just hesitated for a moment and then applied force. With a "click" sound, he forcefully tore off his upper arm. Blood spattered everywhere and the skin and muscles were disconnected.

Lu Shu held the tea and looked at him quietly. Snow-white data of 0 and 1 flashed around him, like blooming flowers.

"Alas." 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. Even Lu Shu holding the tea began to fade, and the surrounding scene was broken like glass.

"Ha ha……"

Su Mingan laughed:

"You are indeed an illusion! You are indeed..."

He smiled for a while, then the smile gradually faded, leaving only pain on his face.

...Why is he laughing?

...What's so funny about this?

The corner of his mouth twitched, as if he was laughing or crying. The noise flooded into his brain, as if robbing him of 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. Part of it belonged to Asa, part of it belonged to Beilisel, and part of it belonged to Lin Guang. They seemed to be engaged in a tug-of-war. . Some tried to hold him, some tried to push him away, and some tried to hurt him.

His temples were swollen and painful, and they were beating incessantly, as if a sharp cone had pierced his brain, splitting it into three parts, and his mouth seemed to be filled with blood.

...Stop shouting!

Stop calling those names!

Stop calling Asa! Stop calling me Xiaobei! !

"..."

These voices had always existed since the moment the emotional resonance ended, but he deliberately didn't listen to them.

His thoughts inflated like a balloon. The memories and emotions a person can bear are limited - when he exhausts the life span of his soul, he will also die.

Su Mingan covered her ears and kept whispering her name, over and over again, trying her best to remember who she was:

"Su Mingan."

Save them—save Zhai Xing—save Minghui—save Praia—save all human civilization! Win the bet!

"Su Ming'an." He muttered in a low voice to remind himself.

Save them——!

"Su Mingan." He muttered again.

Help——!

"Su Mingan."

save--!

"Su Mingan."

——!

"Pap-pap-pap-pap-!!!"

The field of vision is rotated and turned upside down. He buried himself between his knees, shrinking into a hedgehog's position, using the hardest bones of his body 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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There was a continuous sound of rain above my head.

Su Mingan woke up from her dream.

...He had a very strange dream. Who was shot at? What gun to shoot?

In the upper left corner of the field of vision, HP has dropped to 430 points, and it also comes with the debuffs of [serious injury: loss of 30 health points per minute] and [one-arm incomplete: temporarily unable to control the arm].

He pushed open the layers of hoses with his shoulders and climbed out. The city-state in front of them was still shrouded in heavy rain, and the system time showed 11:33 pm.

Only the blood on his body was warm. Several white birds perched on the bell tower flapped their wings.

The city-state was completely silent, except for some figures sleeping in the rain. Su Mingan looked back and saw that the lights of the Central Government Building were still on, and the light shone through the pigeon cage-like windows.

"Su Lin." He called.

The heavy rain buried his voice.

"Noel?"

No reply.

"Yue Yue……"

No reply.

"Lu Shu..."

He slowly supported his heavy body and stood up.

...We need to get out of here first.

... He was chased by Lin Guang before. He jumped from the building and fell here. He didn't know when Lin Guang would catch up.

"Da, da." Su Mingan stepped off the hose and took a few steps, almost tripping.

He thought it was garbage. After all, the rain was so heavy that the garbage on the ground was washed everywhere.

But when he lowered his head, he saw that what had tripped him was a corpse.

A messy, dirty corpse that seemed to have lost all its color.

"..."

The only sound in my ears was the patter of rain.

The rain fell down his field of vision, soaking the body and the messy white hair that looked like fallen lilies in the pool of water.

Su Mingan slowly squatted down and turned the body over.

He pushed aside the man's white hair, revealing a puncture 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 have all been forgotten.

Su Ming'an silently maintained the posture of lifting the white hair of the corpse for a long time.

After a moment, he slowly spoke out, his voice inaudible in the heavy rain.

"...How could you die?"

Aren't you the villain BOSS?

Will the villain BOSS die before the decisive battle with the hero?

A few strands of white hair slipped from Su Ming'an's fingers and floated back into the water.

The white-haired young man lay in the rain.

He closed his eyes, as if he had been attacked by someone, and his fingers still kept digging, as if he was digging for something before he died.

Lin Guang's appearance is really similar to Lu Shu's, with similar eyebrows and pale skin, there is always gray under the eyes, and his lips are bloodless, like a patient suffering from a long illness.

He was obviously lying on the rain pool, but he seemed to be lying on the bottom of the sea, almost melting into a part of the water. The left chest was open and the heart inside was missing.

It seemed like a long time passed.

It seemed like just a moment.

"...Linguang." Su Mingan finally spoke.

It seemed like a long goodbye. His last voice was trembling, and he was speechless for a while, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Even though I have been looking forward to Lin Guang's death, when this person really dies...

"Lu...Linguang..."

Su Ming'an withdrew his hand and let the white hair cover the corpse's face.

There was only a low breath in the throat.

"……goodbye."

A withered lily was pinned to Lin Guang's chest, stained with blood. The shadows of the trees were unreal in the heavy rain, and the neon signs reflected in the puddles flickered. The white-haired young man had blood stains on his face, which were gradually spread by the rain, like blood and tears.

"..."

Su Mingan squatted in the rain, silently, and the rain in his ears suddenly stopped.

An umbrella was held over his head.

The slight scent of lemon 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 everyone fell to the ground.

"You have always hated him." God's voice came from behind, still with an elegant accent soaked in red wine: "I avenged you, don't thank me."

"Yes." Su Mingan said, "I do hate him."

"The traitor of mankind, the agent of the gods, his lackey, the executioner of countless people, the devil that everyone hates, even a thousand cuts is not enough." The god whispered: "He is dead, you see, he Die - from now on, the seas, rivers and rivers will be clear, and the world will be at peace."

"Yeah?"

"Now that you see him dead, do you feel the pleasure of getting revenge?" God squatted down next to Su Mingan: "But I see your expression, you don't seem that happy."

"There is one more thing I want to do." Su Mingan said.

"Huh?" God responded with a smile.

Su Ming'an suddenly stood up, and while the god was still squatting, he turned his leg to the left and stepped forward - kicking the god hard!

The god kept a smile on his face and was kicked out hard.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the god was thrown out like a parabola and hit the garbage pile not far away. Suddenly, banana peels, rotten vegetable leaves, cans and other objects were thrown into the air, making a clanging sound all over the place, causing a group of mice to squeak and scurry around.

Three seconds later, the god crawled out of the garbage. He patted the dust on his body, took off the instant noodles on his head, and looked down at the second shoe print on his white coat.

"Okay." The god sighed: "If this can make you calm down, I don't care."

"Why did you kill Lin Guang?" Su Mingan said: "You should have promised Lin Guang that as long as he restrained me, he would let me and his life go - he has already done it, drove me out of the building, and even You tore off my arm, why do you regret killing him?"

"Hmm..." God pondered for a moment: "Because he kicked me before?"

"Is this the reason why you broke your promise?" Su Mingan said.

The god is still dusting himself off.

But the smile that had been on his face suddenly disappeared. Instead, there is seriousness and respect.

"Compared with the fate of an entire civilization, my credibility is insignificant." The god said, "I suspect that he has a back-up plan. To be on the safe side, I'll kill him in case he really has a back-up plan."

"Back hand?" Su Ming'an said.

Aren't you in the same group? Humha Second General.

Lin Guang has always taken action against humans, so where can he find a backup plan?

After the god finished patting the dust off his body, he looked into the distance with a serious expression. The expression on his face was actually a bit frightened:

"It turns out that my idea was correct. He really had a back-up plan. Just a little bit, just a little bit... I failed."

Su Mingan stood in the rain.

He sensed a hint of absurdity.

A cold wind seemed to blow through my chest.

"He actually...really set up a game that lasted 2,300 times with Caiusta simulations. He was indeed the person Asa trusted most before his death. Asa did not trust the wrong person. I almost...at the end I lost to you at the critical moment. But fortunately, his plan didn't take effect." The god said with emotion.

Su Mingan looked at the miserable-looking white-haired corpse.

"What?" he said softly.

An idiot like Lin Guang.

What plot can he lay out?

How could he have planned it?

"Shua la la -" A gust of cold wind blew by, and the flute hanging on Su Mingan's waist swayed slightly. The small words on it [a gift for Luvis in the future] were buried in the blood.

Several scattered pieces of flute music were floating in the water, and the ink marks were no longer visible. It was unclear what kind of notes had been 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 have been keeping some secrets.

Could that be... the layout?

How can it be.

Why.

"Thanks to you, humans in the ruined world. I always praise you for targeting your own heroes. Although this time, you yourself don't know that it was a hero who died, not a demon." The god smiled.

It was a smile full of pity, irony and bad taste. It seemed to be mocking the entire failed ruined world and all the unknown efforts that Lin Guang had made.

"It's a pity, it's still just 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 there, the white hair in the water brushing his ankles.

The lights all over the city were still shining warmly, but his vision was blurry and he couldn't see anything clearly.

At his feet, the white-haired young man died in the heavy rain in the city.

Like a dead dog.

"It's okay, you're just too young. At your age, I might not be able to do better than you." God said in a cheerful tone, patting Su Ming'an on the shoulder: "Since you have lost this time, I'm going to pick up the fight again." In the time that comes down, I will slowly cultivate you into a person 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 gibberish was flowing in his brain, and he saw countless spreading pools of water in the city--

It seemed as if the ruined world was filled with unyielding reflections of the war dead.

No one surrendered to the invaders.

The white bird with broken wings fell crazily and fell into the two thousand three hundred rainstorms of Utopia.

…

The devil is dead.

His name is Lin Guang.

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"Su Ming'an." At this time, a black shadow of a fox appeared on Su Ming'an's shoulder. It was the elusive little Ai who was back.

She looked at this scene, was silent for a while, and then said:

"Su Mingan, don't you feel pain?"

pain?

Su Mingan's eyes dropped downward - he saw half of his empty body, like an old tree split by an axe, with sticky scarlet blood and bones attached to it. Because he jumped from a tall building before, more than just his arm bones were broken. , even the muscles in the waist and abdomen were torn.

A pain suddenly exploded throughout his body, and he realized that he was so seriously injured.

……yes.

...doesn’t it hurt?

But it seemed that the pain in his body was not as good as the hole in his heart. His heart seemed to have curled up into a small black dot, and he could barely hear his heartbeat.

Xiao Ai stretched out her hand and smoothed the messy hair on his forehead, with an expression as if she was about to cry:

"Can't you even feel the pain?"

"Su Mingan."

"Why……"

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