But the moment he chose to respond to that feeling of calling—everything was different.
The moment he was enveloped by the teleportation array, he himself had a premonition... maybe one day he would burn like his predecessors.
Fortunately, this day has come.
Fortunately, he didn't miss it.
Su Ming'an couldn't take his eyes away, and they collided directly with those dark pupils. He actually began to feel that what Su Wensheng had just said about "loving to eat meal replacements" was realistic.
otherwise--
——Why did he feel like he was in a cold lake and saw a familiar blue rose?
Under the quiet moonlight.
A blue rose, floating on the snow through the vast time.
The moon in the water was once resolute, and now it is the moon in the sky.
"Su Wensheng, I still have some strength left..." Su Ming'an's breathing was slow and heavy.
Su Wensheng coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his fingers gradually tightened:
"Don't lie to yourself... I'll help you make the decision you can't make."
"Big Orange Bread couldn't hold on any longer. Rather than leaving me alone in the snow, I might as well use my remaining energy. I was mentally prepared when I came to save you."
"I live in the golden age of everything coming to an end, in the happy ending after the adventure story ends... I am the luckiest child."
"There are too many 'Su Wensheng' who are more unfortunate than me. They may have fallen into the lake, or died silently. And me, and I... cough cough cough!"
“…”
"I am the most ordinary one among so many Su Wenshengs..."
“…But I’ve never lost to anyone.”
"Su Da Savior."
"Remember, I want to change the remaining darkness of the old world... Please go back and take a look when you have time... This is my only request, and it is also what I want to do in Luowasha."
"I heard that the world will be reset soon, but I'm a stowaway and not protected by the world game... Maybe this is the last time we see each other."
"Eat me and live."
"Towards the end of the world...towards a place far away that cannot be controlled by anyone."
"Go wherever you want to go."
"You don't have to regret or feel guilty. On the contrary, I feel happy and even excited..."
"because……"
…
"The world is,"
"——You entrusted me with the responsibility of saving billions of lives in your hometown!!!"
…
A hint of attachment flashed across those dark eyes.
Lying in the snow, he held Su Mingan's hand tightly against his heart, staring straight at the moon, and for the first time he realized... this moon was so similar to the moon in his hometown.
Blue and yellow full moon.
If there is a possibility that this is also his hometown, how should he go back...
Is it true that after he dies, when he opens his eyes again, he has returned... ?
During all these years in Luowasha, there was not a day that he did not miss his hometown. Whenever he sat on a tall building and looked up at the moonlight, he would miss his father and mother. He disappeared before they could say goodbye properly. Are they okay? Will they cry for his disappearance?
...He was a disobedient child and just disappeared secretly like that. I'm sorry.
If he hadn't responded to that feeling of calling, where would he be now, what would he be doing?
Will he become a great adult?
Will it succeed in shaking up the deep-rooted darkness?
Which is more important, a magician or a councillor? How did Su Wensheng and "Su Wensheng" reshape and overlap each other?
And Xiao Li...
Wish her to become a great adult.
…
“Pah.”
There was a sound of something exploding between my palms.
At this moment,
Su Mingan's heart seemed to have stopped beating.
…
He stood alone in the silent snow.
a long time,
He withdrew his hand tremblingly, looked at his bright red hand, and put it to his mouth.
There was moisture between his breaths, and every trembling of his fingers seemed to tear apart a part of his heart, exposing the pain and helplessness.
A warm current suddenly flowed into his body, and his gradually depleted mana suddenly began to recover...
This warm life force, through the broken red, flowed into his throat and heart, turning into firewood, turning into the heat source for him to resist the wind and snow in the last hour...
“Cough… cough… cough… cough… cough… cough…!!” He started coughing while eating, and blood slid down his chin.
He felt a sluggish sensation in his throat when swallowing, making it difficult for him to breathe.
“Su Wensheng…Su Wensheng…!!”
“You… you really are…”
…
He remembered him thoroughly.
...But why are they all so similar...!
…
Following the warm current, he saw Su Wensheng's memory.
Under the moonlight, a black-haired young man in school uniform stood in the school auditorium, playing the violin. His clothes were neat and he wore a neat and beautiful tie.
People were sitting in the audience, watching Su Wensheng playing, and whispering to each other:
"...That's the luckiest Su Wensheng."
"...Compared to other Su Wenshengs in history, he looks really mediocre."
"…His performance was just so-so, but he seemed quite serious…"
applause.
When the song ended, people applauded.
Amid the applause, the young man stood up with a smile. Although he looked very happy, a trace of fatigue appeared on his face after hearing the disappointed voices of the people.
Suddenly, he raised his head, as if he sensed something.
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