Xiao Su did not respond, still sleeping against the cabinet, his face pale, dark circles under his eyes. There were scars on his arms and calves, probably because he was too tired from fighting.
"Xiao Su, it's time to wake up." Su Mingan patted Xiao Su's cheek.
——What made him lose his mind was
The next moment, Xiao Su's body leaned backwards and collapsed in the cabinet.
“Tick-tick-tick…”
Blood.
Red blood flowed down the back of Xiao Su's neck, accumulated in a pool in the cabinet, and his shirt was instantly stained red.
“Gurgle…”
Immediately afterwards, a deep red blood line appeared on Xiao Su's neck. His skin and flesh were torn under the heavy weight. His head tilted and gradually fell off his neck.
Su Mingan quickly reached out to support him. The coldness of Xiao Su's neck shocked his whole body, and the blood that seeped out dyed his hand red. He looked at Xiao Su with his eyes downcast and closed in horror, and stretched out his hand -
There is no warm wind on the back of my hand.
Xiao Su had stopped breathing long ago.
Judging from the wound on the back of Xiao Su's neck, it must have been a while. Someone cut off Xiao Su's life in an instant, but Su Ming'an pushed Xiao Su, and Xiao Su fell down with his head and body separated.
——Xiao Su died.
“Ahhhhhhhhh——!!!” Wang Zhenzhen screamed in fear, unable to believe what she was seeing.
"Impossible - Impossible!! The number one player will not die! This is impossible!" Xiao Xiao's face was also pale.
Although it was only the third instance, the first player's initial appeal had already been deeply rooted in people's hearts. But now, the first player was dead! ?
Xiaoxiao couldn't calm down, and neither could Wang Zhenzhen. They both felt their heads buzzing, and their eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of haze. They were so panicked that they couldn't see anything...
"--Quiet."
Just then, a finger was raised.
The white-haired boy quietly raised a finger, placed it in front of his lips, and said "Shh..." softly.
His expression was calm, and his eyes were calm, which made Xiaoxiao and Wang Zhenzhen subconsciously calm down, and their panic gradually subsided. This was a kind of comfort that was almost like personal charm. He didn't need to say anything, just a look, and he could make others follow his emotions.
At this moment, Xiao Xiao almost thought that the person standing in front of him was the real No. 1 player. Or perhaps, the person in front of him was more mature and profound than the No. 1 player.
But how could that be?
There is only one first player, and he is dead.
Su Mingan lowered his gaze to Xiao Su, closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them. His heart was empty, as if something had flowed out, and it seemed to be a barren and silent wasteland. He had never thought that he would see Xiao Su in such a state. In his subconscious, Xiao Su was the number one player like him, and the number one player would not die.
——The first player will not die.
At this moment, he came back to his senses and realized with horror that he had also had such an idea. Like everyone else, he firmly believed that "the number one player will not die", as if it had become a kind of ideological imprint. Even if he only saw the young Su, he subconsciously believed that he would never see Su's body.
He had never considered the possibility of such a death.
But Xiao Su turned into a corpse.
It turns out that the first player will die.
…
[“Don’t worry, we are allies. I won’t abandon you.”]
…
[“Friend? What’s wrong with you? Why are you in a wheelchair? Don’t panic, I will continue to walk with you.”]
…
[“You’re not hurt, are you? I heard that if you move your legs suddenly, you might strain your muscles. I have a recovery potion here.”]
…
[“Friend! I knew you were okay!”]
…
[“My friend…you seem to have been through a lot.”]
…
【"friend……"】
…
Su Ming'an looked at Xiao Su, who was covered in blood, and sighed.
Xiao Su might just be a simulation. He didn't have much time to care about it anymore. He should put Xiao Su's body down.
But he still squatted down, took out the immortal talisman, and said softly: "Needle and thread."
...He was thinking, maybe Xiao Su could still be useful, maybe Xiao Su had some important information, so he still had to save her.
The needle and thread solidified in his palm. He put the rag doll-like Xiao Su on the ground, picked up the needle and thread, disinfected them with a lighter, and began to sew up the torn skin and flesh on Xiao Su's head and neck.
The scarlet needle steadily penetrated the bloodstained skin, weaving a dense web on the back of the neck. Su Mingan sewed the head that was about to fall off back to Xiao Su's neck, leaving only a few threads on the surface. His expression was focused, as if he was treating a work of art or an exquisite rag doll.
Looking at this scene, Xiao Xiao felt a little fear for no reason. He suspected for a moment that the person standing in front of him was not a human, but an abnormality. Otherwise, why could this person's emotions be so stable.
"You...what are you doing! He's dead..." Xiao Xiao spoke tremblingly. He wanted to scream in fear, but Su Mingan's eyes made him calm down involuntarily.
"..."Su Mingan did not respond to him. After the suturing was completed, he lifted Xiao Su up above his head.
Xiao Su's head was hanging down, and his limbs were hanging limply on his body, like a cotton doll. The thin stitches on the back of his neck were clearly visible, but no more blood was seeping out. The head and neck were connected tightly, and the head would not fall off.
Su Ming'an held up Xiao Su and confirmed that Xiao Su looked complete, with the head, hands, and feet all intact. Only then did he put him down with satisfaction, his lips curled.
As soon as he fell to the ground, Xiao Su collapsed again like dough.
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