He stared at the dazzling light, and suddenly noticed a ray of dazzling golden light——

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“Ding Dong!”

[You drew the SSR card · Dark Tower ·? ]

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Golden light burst out.

Su Qing's heart leapt into her throat.

He remembered that this was a Minghui-themed card pool, and the strongest person in Minghui was...

He held his breath, looking forward to seeing the monarch who looked like frost and snow.

The god of Yunshang City just said that it was impossible to draw someone stronger than him. Now he got slapped in the face.

The golden light faded and he felt his hands sink.

...Oh no, something doesn't feel right.

Looking down, he saw a sleek bird, as round as snow, standing in his hand. Its silver eyes, as ethereal as a fairy, stared at him quietly.

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Glossy.

The poisonous gas still hasn't dissipated.

Su Mingan stared at his hands full of flowers and slowly lowered them.

In the dim room, the only sound was the two people's shallow breathing.

The bracelet ticked steadily, and the good man patted Su Mingan on the shoulder. His rough palm was firm and powerful, as if comforting Su Mingan.

"...I had a friend in the past." The good man's deep voice came, perhaps affected by Jia Xiqin's death, the voice was very heavy: "He was very knowledgeable about poetry and literature, his mind was magnificent, and his thinking was romantic. I always felt that he would become an amazing creator in the future."

"We were selected to join the Disciple Game together, but I feel that this bloody game is not suitable for him. In my eyes, he is like a white Isha flower that should not be stained by any filth."

"I save people and protect others with him. He has many wonderful ideas, but my mind is full of gun and sword skills. I thought that he should only be responsible for romance, and he will become a famous creator in the future. Before he grows up, I will become the sword that protects him and always stand in front of him."

Between Su Mingan's palms, the white baby's breath gradually withered, leaving only bumpy wounds.

"One day, he died."

The low-pitched narration takes an abrupt turn that catches you off guard.

Su Mingan looked at the people around him.

"We saved many, many people, but someone was ungrateful and betrayed us, exposing our location to the enemy."

"I failed to protect him, and he died in front of me. At that moment, I was thinking, what on earth did I save?"

"If I had only protected him and not saved so many people, he wouldn't have died."

"Many of the people I saved would instead accuse me of being unfair, accusing me of not treating everyone equally, and that they are not worried about the scarcity of people but the inequality of their wealth."

"What a bunch of scum. Saving them only made the situation worse. When I decided to save people, how could I not be abandoning some lives? It turns out that when some people die, more people will live."

"Saving people is actually a form of evil."

"Later, I began to fear saving people, but even so, I still couldn't control my hands. I couldn't bear to see a life slip away in front of my eyes. I couldn't stand to see the blood spurting from their throats. I couldn't bear to see the killers laughing unscrupulously. So, I still extended a helping hand, even if it was thankless."

"When I saw you today, the feeling was even stronger. I rushed over without caring about anything. I didn't even see your face clearly before I shot Tianying."

"You make my heart." At this point, the vague outline of the good man moved, and pointed his finger at his chest:

"Beat like crazy."

"It was so hot. The moment it rushed over, I felt as if my whole body was on fire. I even had a sense of fate - like, I was supposed to come to save you."

"You make me feel hot."

Su Mingan stared at the other person's outline.

He was sure that his bond with this person was not strong, and they had never had a deep relationship before, but sitting down and talking together like this gave him a feeling of mutual understanding.

It's a feeling of "being one's own kind".

On one hand, they are holding the weight of rationality, while on the other hand, they are being driven by emotions. This is a contradiction that is unique to the savior mentality.

The good man wrung his hands, but after a moment he smiled, a very carefree smile.

Su Mingan heard a delicate tone in the laughter, like a swaying sprout.

"In fact, I have not personally experienced the things I'm talking about. They only appeared in my dreams, but I feel that these are not dreams, they must have happened." The good man tilted his head, his black hair trembling:

"Do you believe in past lives and present lives?"

The nice guy sounded like he was joking, but his tone was serious.

"Believe it." Su Ming'an said. Because of the existence of the Poincare return of the universe, every return is a kind of past life and present life. Perhaps this good man is a hidden "awake person", so he remembers some things that have not happened in this round.

"Do you believe that we have come to this day at the cost of countless deaths?" said the good man.

"Believe it." No one believes this more than Su Mingan.

The good man clasped his hands together and smiled slightly: "Yeah. Just like I just asked you if we have met before, and you answered-"

"Maybe, in another life."

"Da, da, da."

From somewhere, the sound of high heels gradually rang out. In the green poisonous gas, the fluttering red hair loomed, like a cluster of flowing fire.

"Xiao Shanzhu, where have you been hiding~~~" The beautiful singing voice floated in the dead silence.

The good guy's expression immediately changed. He picked up his gun and stared outside the glass door.

"How could that crazy woman catch up with us...Oh no, she will definitely break the glass door and come right in..." The good man gritted his teeth.

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