MTL - First Player-Chapter 783 Seven hundred and eighty-two

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

  As in the colorful hall of a disco dance room for middle-aged and elderly people, Su Mingan kept his eyes focused to avoid being blinded by the surrounding lights.

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

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

  【The ruined world doesn’t even have spring, and people often die. I would like to call the Ninth World the most heartbreaking world. 】

  【I still want to see you pass the tenth world! I want to read the fairy tale book! 】

  【Then I want to watch the **** reprint! I want to watch the Disney princesses, Shubao as the Queen of Hearts. 】

  【I want to see the baby in the garden, Lu Shu is a flower, and I pour manure. 】

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

  【Can you be serious? As for the boss battle, the gods are right in front of you, and you are still talking about pouring manure? I just want to scold you...why don't you bring me one. 】

  【Treasure tree lovers will assassinate you all sooner or later (creeping darkly.jpg)】

  【…】

   "What are you looking at?" The **** said indifferently when he saw Su Mingan's gaze.

  Su Mingan looked away from the barrage, now is not the time to read these sick remarks.

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

   "Looking at the barrage? What are they talking about, telling you not to stay? Or are they persecuting Lu Shu?"

  Su Mingan's eyes flickered, and at this moment, he felt as if the fourth wall had been broken.

"When they need you, these audiences will hold you higher than anyone else, calling you 'hero' and 'number one player'. When they don't need you, they will assume that you will rule them brutally." The **** said: " They don’t want you to leave because they don’t want to part with the weight of points on you, if they can get higher point weight if they lose you, they will definitely abandon you. You know these reasons better than me.”

  Su Mingan remained motionless, neither refuted nor affirmed.

  In his live broadcast room, people actually began to argue with the gods:

  【You are talking nonsense! You are a bitch! 】

  【This **** is a god, I really want to kick him, the **** is hypocritical. 】

  【It’s okay what people say, if one day the organizer says that killing Su Ming’an is the only way to clear the world game, wouldn’t you all do it? At most, you will be like the people of the ruined world, crying a few times at the top of your voice, and then pick up your weapons and start doing it. 】

【No! I really love Su Mingan! LOVE LOVE LOVE - mouth one, mouth one! Boo boo. 】

  【If you really love him, you won't stay in the live broadcast room. 】

  【Oatmeal, plus group number: 246158...】

  …

   "What are you looking at again?"

  The gaze of the gods was always fixed in Su Mingan's eyes, as if he had accurately guessed the audience's reaction through the invisible dimensional barrier.

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

   "I think... the current audience, some people are probably refuting me, and some people are agreeing with me. Or they are selling movies, tea, and peripherals..." Shenming launched the live broadcast of the room.

   "Since you already 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, how could he not guess his answer.

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

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

   "Even a mob like that?"

   "Even with a ragtag bunch like that."

  What Su Mingan didn't finish was—he didn't love so much that even this group of mobs loved him. It's just that among this mob, there are people like Yueyue, Nuoer, Lin Yin, and Mo Yan.

   "As expected." Shenming put his hands in his pockets and looked at Lin Guang: "The talk is over, let's do it."

  In the bright lights of the disco, Lin Guang lowered his head, and half of his face seemed to be painted with a thick layer of oil painting. For a moment, people couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly.

   He only spoke when the **** got a little impatient.

   "I want to persuade him again."

   "Don't waste time, Su Mingan can't agree. No matter which world copy, he didn't agree to stay." Shenming looked down at the watch time.

The next moment, Lin Guang was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and suddenly frowned: "You promised me before—that as long as I have an emotional resonance, you can keep him. Now you don't even have time to persuade me." Give it to me! Then why should I cooperate with you, what can I get if he dies!"

Hearing this, the gods sneered, and looked at Lin Guang with the eyes of a small animal: "It's not that I didn't give you a chance, as long as you are more ruthless, as long as you are more serious when you activate the emotional resonance just now, he can still be awakened by Team Mu ?”

  Su Mingan was taken aback, it turned out that the emotional resonance just now, did Lin Guang hold back?

  He looked at the black and white humming general in front of him—Lin Guang glared at the **** with an angry expression on his face. The **** still had a calm expression, but he could faintly see anxiety. Two people are on ice and on fire, which is very suitable for singing duets.

Lin Guang became even angrier when he heard the words of the gods, and his eyebrows almost flew away: "Otherwise? If the emotional resonance breaks him down, who do I go to listen to the music? You didn't give me the paint I asked for. Until now I have Not a single picture was drawn, there were hundreds of pencil drafts, and none of them were finished in color!"

  Shen said calmly: "Take care of trivial matters, you are really an unfamiliar dog. I see how people in the world game describe your... a Samoyed? Sure enough, it is a dog."

  Lin Guang missed the key point as always: "I am better than Samoyed!"

  God said: "I really compare myself with a dog."

  Su Mingan watched the two quarrel silently, as if he was an outsider. On the night of such a decisive battle concerning the fate of two worlds, he was actually here to watch the cross talk.

   "Do it now, you have lost the bet, remember." God slowed down his tone.

   "Wait a minute."

   "I can't wait any longer, someone has already started to wake up." Shenming glanced at the night outside the window, and Xiaomei's world live broadcast continued: "You don't need to kill Su Mingan, but at least you can't let him escape."

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

  "Chacha" The sound of the hose being dragged sounded. As soon as Su Mingan heard this sound, he immediately launched a spatial displacement.

  After landing, he turned his head and saw the hose coming from the direction of the elevator, like a flooded red sea.

   There were two "clicks" and "clicks", they did not attack Su Mingan, but made a detour, linking to Lin Guang's back. Like boa constrictors gnawing on his back.

  Su Mingan recalled that in the City of Gods, Lin Guang was always connected to these scarlet hoses—what was Lin Guang doing with it at that time?

   Is Lin Guang accepting emotional resonance all the time?

  How is this not crazy?

   "Boom—!"

   It was the next moment Linguang connected the hose.

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

  Before being kicked out, Shenming even kept a winning smile on his face. He didn't expect that he would be kicked out suddenly by Lin Guang.

  Among the humming of the building, the din of the rainstorm outside the window beating the glass seems far away. The thunder in the distant night sky disappeared, like a black dragon bowing its head.

  Cold wind and heavy rain poured in along the glass gap that was kicked out, and pools of water gradually accumulated under the feet. Lin Guang retracted his legs, with a relieved expression on his face.

  Su Mingan looked out along the glass gap. In the vast night, it was difficult to even see the lights of the city-state. The dense rain blocked his sight. As for the gods, he didn't know where they fell.

   "..." Su Mingan felt a little cramped in the vibration of space in his hand, and he didn't know whether to throw this attack or not.

  In the end, Su Mingan could only say, "It's so kicking."

   This shouldn't be because Lin Guang and the gods broke up. Lin Guang's kick should be just to vent his anger, not really want 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 feet." Su Mingan nodded.

   "Okay, I'll kick him again when he comes back." Lin Guang said, "How many kicks will 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 very obsessed with a perfect ending."

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

  Lin Guang's vision trembled faintly, as if the day was gradually disappearing into the night.

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

  Su Mingan was slightly startled.

  ...Lin Guang seems to have suddenly opened up?

  In the past, Lin Guang couldn't understand anything, and he couldn't understand "love", just like a fool. Now even the concept of world copy is clear.

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

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

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

  After this night, either the dawn is born, or it will be a long night, and there will be no middle number. The tug-of-war between them has come to an end, and it is impossible for both parties to get what they want. A happy ending for one is 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 in Liangshan, and the heroes are recruited by the court. The Romance of the Three Kingdoms, I did not see the survival of the Han Dynasty in the end. In the blessing, Xianglin's wife's child is gone, and I am also in despair. Why does literature always like tragedies?" Lin Guang asked.

  Su Mingan was really shocked.

  —He thought that "Teletubbies" was the top of the sky, and it was Lin Guang's pattern. He didn't expect Lin Guang to be able to understand books?

"In literature, tragedies are the most unforgettable, because writers are always willing to write tragedies, making people unforgettable. In this way, the words will be eternal in their minds." Su Mingan said: "It is good to have a happy reunion, but who will grow up?" Remember it for a long time?"

"I."

   Lin Guang said suddenly.

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

   "I will remember." Lin Guang said: "If it is on me, I hope it will end well."

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

   "Why is it impossible?" Lin Guang raised his voice, his bloodshot pupils fixedly stared at Su Mingan, his voice seemed choked: "Why is it impossible? You never knew me, Luvis."

  Su Mingan's ears were filled with icy 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, dotted with the dull black Hanfu, the butterfly eyes were hard to see, but Su Mingan just thought that it was looking at him at this moment.

   "—Why do I need to know you?" Su Mingan just glanced at it, and forcibly retracted his gaze, not following that Feidie.

  Lin Guang was silent for a moment, then said slowly:

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

  "Humans worship you and oppress you, 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 is to die, but when I try to die, I can't feel anything except pain."

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

   "Over the past few decades, I have saved many people during my travels... Children who lost their loved ones, displaced people, and mercenaries who were hunted down. There are so 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:

   "You save me once, okay?"

  (end of this chapter)