The snow floated in the wind, penetrating Lu Shu's figure.
Lu Shu seemed to be speechless, with his head lowered. After a moment, he spoke in a low voice:
"Because if I say some things right now, it won't be serious. I'm afraid you will forget them, so I want to wait for a specific time..."
The next moment, the wind roared like a wild beast, and the trees swayed in the wind and snow.
There was a gust of wind and Lu Shu's figure disappeared.
This was the first time that Su Mingan's darkness exploded so strongly.
The image he presented to his teammates, outsiders, the audience, and even himself was bright and great. His heart was always clear and bright, and he was full of great enthusiasm and kindness.
But having come into contact with the greatest good, he also knows the greatest evil better than most people. For example, Noel - how could he not know that Noel might have a hidden secret? But in their last conversation, it was obvious that Noel was truly shaken.
Including Yamada Machiichi, Lin Yin, Lu, Aini... and himself, in fact, their thoughts towards each other are not completely selfless, and there will inevitably be some darkness left in their hearts.
If one is completely free of selfish desires, he is no longer called a "saint" but a "god."
But they were not wrong, he was wrong.
Noel was right to have his own ideas, and Lu Shu was also right to want to present a perfect last words.
He is wrong.
He was in so much pent-up pain that he couldn't relieve it for so long that the last straw that fell on his back finally crushed him completely.
He had been awake, aware, and silent, only letting his eyes focus on the bright side of everyone. If they hadn't died, he would never have said these words.
But they died.
At the end of the deserted world, he turned off the live broadcast and roared at the wilderness to vent his anger.
The overwhelming pain overwhelmed him like a torrent.
But there was no one in the world who could respond to him.
The white snow covers all the sincerity and darkness.
At this time, he turned his head to look at another blank space.
A pink figure appeared there.
“——[Drip drip drip].”
Unlike the hallucinations of the previous two people, she did not look at him, but lowered her head and played the game console quietly. The "ticking" sound of pixels was endless, as crisp as a piano piece in the wind and snow.
She walked silently in the snow, never looking up, and passed him quietly and silently, as if she was ready to leave.
He didn't roar, just stared at her.
There was no misunderstanding or entanglement in their separation, it was simply because... she didn't wait for him.
"...Yueyue." Su Mingan spoke in a hoarse voice.
She still didn't turn around, but just said "Hmm?", and a puzzled voice floated out from the cat-ear hat.
"...I miss you." Su Mingan said.
Yueyue slowly raised her head and looked at him.
His eyes were tired and he was almost asleep.
"...Yeah." Yueyue responded with a slight smile:
"Me too."
The next moment, she also disappeared.
…
“Crack, crack.”
He scooped out the snow with his palm and threw it aside.
Su Ming'an leaned over and kept digging at the snow. His fingertips were stained with cold snow and their fingers were frozen purple, but he kept digging.
The clock pointed to eleven forty.
The wound on the palm was cracked by the cold, and the bright red blood dyed the snow pit red. After a moment, a snow pit the size of a person appeared before his eyes.
Dotted with blood crystals, it looks like a beautiful snow coffin.
"Bang."
With a gentle sound, he lay down.
All around was quiet, with only the sound of the wind whistling in my ears. The blood in my body gradually coagulated, and my heart rate and breathing gradually slowed down.
He reopened the live broadcast room, and the comments flashed across his gradually closing eyelids:
【Good night...Su Mingan. 】
[Go to sleep. When you wake up next time, the wind at the Red Pagoda will be very warm...]
[It should be minus 70 to 80 degrees Celsius. Even if Su Mingan has the ice element to resist, it will probably be painful...]
[He walked for several hours in a seriously injured state.]
[I finally came here with so much hardship, but the Supreme Lord is not here. ]
[In the end, there is still nothing. Alas, Luo Vasa is too supermodel, and there are things that cannot be competed with everywhere, unless Su Mingan quickly becomes a god... But the result of his rapid godhood was obvious to all in the old world, and he almost left Zhai Xing alone and ran away with Die Ying. ]
[Where is Si Que? Where is the Jellyfish King? Save him, save him! ]
[Si Que fainted in his dream, and the Jellyfish King was kicked away by Cassadia. He is probably now turned into boiled magpie and frozen jellyfish skin. ]
[Su Mingan should be the only one left now, with no way to go, nowhere to go, and can only wait to die here. ]
[It’s too cold.]
…
Su Mingan lay in the snow.
He closed his eyes and clasped his hands around the relic.
He could finally take a break.
In a trance, he saw a white sheep. It stayed beside him, tilted its head, and stared at him with its yellow eyes.
White, smooth and soft, there are more and more such figures.
One by one, sheep gradually came around him, lowering their heads and gazing at him meekly and gently.
Su Mingan.
Su Mingan...Su Mingan...Su Mingan...
The world has never been so quiet.
He lay in the soft, white bed, enjoying a long-lost rest. The sheep protected him and rubbed his head against him, as if they were sleeping on the same pillow with him.
Then he heard the sound of footsteps on snow.
"Crack, crack, crack."
Neither light nor heavy, neither deep nor shallow.
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