I have heard the system prompt "Teammate Qin Si died" on the way. But Qin Si appeared here alive. What is her true identity?
Qin Si said calmly: "Anyway, you will all forget everything in eight minutes. What's the point of knowing all this? Why not share the food in your arms with everyone?"
Lu hugged the piece of meat tightly in his arms and shook his head.
At this moment, Qins seemed to sense something, and suddenly looked towards the north pole through the thick wall.
"..." Her red eyes flashed with solemnity.
At this moment, Lu had a vague premonition in his heart, but he didn't know what it meant. He just felt as if something was passing away.
A beautiful aurora flashed across the sky, and thousands of stars were shining brightly.
"Qins, what are you looking at?" Lu asked.
"Looking at a greedy little cat." said Qin Si.
"Little greedy cat?" Lu didn't understand.
At this time, several players in the group screamed: "Su Mingan's life response is gone! Damn! What happened!!"
"What?" Lu walked over immediately.
A middle-aged male player stood up and took out a compass: "This is a tracking item that can record a player's life status. I saw Su Mingan from a distance before and bound him. His life response was still on just now, although it was very weak, but now it suddenly dimmed!"
Lu stood up suddenly and looked towards the north. His intuition told him that he should go there.
"You can't go." Qin Si said: "Your body has reached its limit."
"I have to go too." Lu spread his wings. No matter who it was, he couldn't just sit there and watch.
But as soon as he stepped onto the ground, he felt as if his whole body was frozen, and a sense of death came over him. In the last few minutes, the extreme cold had reached such a point that it was difficult to move.
Lu could only go back underground and look at Qin Si.
"Who the hell are you!?" Lu demanded.
"Go back and recite the names of the twenty-seven gods of Lovasa." Qins shook his head, pushed him into a room with his palm, and said, "Have a good rest, don't run around."
“Bang!”
The door slammed shut and Lu kicked it immediately, but the surface of the door was covered with a layer of reddish-gold light and he couldn't kick it open.
"...Don't waste your energy. She is in chains, and you definitely can't open it with your strength. You'd better do the same as me and wait patiently until the end at twelve o'clock." A voice came from behind.
Looking back, he saw a purple-haired young man sitting quietly on a chair. He was wearing a silver mask that revealed a pair of golden eyes, and a black military uniform with golden tassels. He was lazily leaning against a statue of the God of Inspiration.
"Purple hair and golden eyes, are you... Si Que Olivers?" Lu asked in surprise.
"Do you only recognize people by their hair color and eye color? If their hair color and eye color are the same, do they have to look the same?" The Lord of the World tapped the table with his knuckles and said impatiently, "I am the Lord of the World, Wenjun."
"So you are the Lord of the World. I have heard of your vicious reputation." Lu said.
"So what if my fame spreads across the continent? I can only stay in this small room and wait for everything to end." The Lord of the World shrugged.
Lu was extremely anxious, but he couldn't go out and could only look at the clock on the wall.
Tick, tick, tick.
Time did not stop and continued to flow downwards.
The singing outside the door became louder and louder, ordinary lives were singing to death.
"puff."
At this moment, Lu heard a sound of flesh being pierced, and he immediately looked towards the Lord of the World with vigilance.
The Lord stretched out his right hand, inserted it into his own chest, peeled off the flesh, revealing his pounding heart, and took out a feather pen to write on his heart.
Lu was shocked: “What are you doing?”
The Lord of the World paid no attention to him. The blood flowed down his skin, but he paid no attention. After a moment, he stopped writing, his eyes showing satisfaction.
He is one of the few people who know about reset. This is a method he has researched for a long time to preserve memory - soul copying. He seems to be writing on his heart, but in fact he is writing on his soul, and he only wrote a few keywords. Every time he resets, these keywords will leave a certain amount of ink in his soul. As long as the number of resets is enough, the quantitative change will achieve qualitative change, and he can understand from the keywords and then awaken certain memories.
At this time, the Lord looked towards the road and suddenly asked:
"...Sea King, if you were given a chance to live your life again, what kind of person would you like to be?"
Lu didn't understand why the Lord suddenly asked such a philosophical question. He thought about it and told the truth: "I might... stay away from the first gun I picked up when I was four years old. What about you? Don't you want to try to change it?"
"If I could do it again." The Lord of the World looked at the ink on his heart, and most of the keywords were [cold, ruler, person in power, decisive in killing, hate substitutes, grassroots counterattack]: "I would still be a cruel person, a Lord of the World with a bad reputation throughout Luowasha."
Only with weapons in hand can you survive.
This is the law of survival he learned from working his way up from the bottom of Luowasha.
Even now, he himself can't tell, in countless resets, whether his "personality" is derived from his true appearance, or whether these "personalities" written by himself have reshaped him?
Lu said, “Didn’t you try to change?”
The Lord of the World sneered: "No need. Weakness will only lead to one's destruction."
But when he saw the piece of meat in Lu's arms, the Lord's eyes darkened and he filled in a few key words in his heart:
【Follow Su Mingan】
This is a topic worth investing in. Perhaps it can help him change something. But he vaguely feels that this will be an extremely dangerous keyword.
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