Chapter 177 BE9 Return Home
Mo Mo knelt on the cold snow, digging at the floor with his fingers in pain like a madman, with blood all between his fingers.
The girl who was protected under him didn't move and wouldn't smile anymore.
Maybe Mo Mo had just returned, so he slipped through the net. But it doesn’t matter. Seeing that he had no protection against the wind and snow, he probably won’t live long.
Mo Mo raised his head and suddenly looked at Su Mingan, shouting hoarsely:
"——It's all because of you. It's all because I saved you——
If it weren't for you, our town wouldn't even be—"
Momo's eyes were red.
His facial features were distorted by grief, and tears ran across the man's weather-beaten face, mixing the snow on his face into a ball.
It was as if an endless feeling of grief was raging in his body. He choked for a moment, and a cry of grief escaped from his lips.
"...You nobles are all the same. You don't understand anything at all... In your eyes, life is just like a feather. You don't understand at all what price we paid to stay alive--" As he spoke, his emotions became more and more agitated, and his anger suddenly burst out.
He suddenly moved, howling like a wild beast, and suddenly pounced on Su Mingan in an extremely crazy posture, with his hands stretched out, as if he wanted to strangle Su Mingan's throat.
"Qingqing, Qingqing is dead—" His roar was heartbreaking, as if fire was spewing out of his chest: "Qingqing is dead! Do you still remember her? She was such a good child—"
Su Mingan looked at the hand he stretched out, with blood still on the fingers.
“Bang!”
He closed his eyes, and the outer layer of his eyelids was suddenly splashed with a little warmth. The smell of blood burst out in an instant, and he felt that his entire face was covered with a layer of blood.
He opened his eyes.
The crazy Mo Mo in front of him had lost his original form. There was a thick layer of blood mud on the snow, and the splattered blood spots bloomed like fireworks.
...Someone took the initiative and killed Mo Mo in such a clean and cruel way.
Su Mingan sensed something, took out a cloth, wiped his bloody face, turned around and looked behind where the energy fluctuations had just come from.
Amidst the heavy snow and wind, a white shadow stood quietly on the snow blanket, as if blending into the surroundings.
Those silver eyes looked at this side quietly, with a heavy feeling as if locking time.
"Is the prophet dead?" Shengqi asked calmly.
"Dead." Su Mingan said.
"You killed him?"
"Um."
Su Mingan threw the blood-stained cloth on the ground and then raised the sword again.
"Are you still unwilling to go back?" Shengqi asked.
The death of Xu Anna seemed insignificant in his eyes. He skipped the topic and continued to ask the repetitive question.
"Who would be willing to go back and die?" Su Ming'an said matter-of-factly, "You can see that the experiment is progressing very quickly. I can now guarantee that it will succeed. It's much better for me to live than to die."
Accustomed to game walkthroughs, he is good at considering the progress of the game itself and thinking from the perspective of a designer.
For example, he took this perfect clearance route away from the Zhengjun Square, and it has not been prompted to fail until now, which means that he still has other ways to go. Considering Shengqi, there should be a way to survive.
If we can convince the other party, perhaps this route will be considered a success.
...After all, there must be a glimmer of hope. It is impossible for him to confront the ceiling of combat power. It depends on whether he can seize it.
Then, he saw the continental ruler in front of him, who had remained calm, close his eyes and his tone became gentle:
"If possible." Sheng Qi said softly, his voice almost whispering: "...I also hope you can live."
"Then let me go." Su Mingan said, "My magic circle will be completed within tomorrow. Although it is only the first version, it can already subtly change the talents of many people. If I continue to study... it will be very simple to change those polluted monsters and purify the malice in their blood. Just give me some time, and I will change the entire continent."
“Shengqi.” He said the other person’s name with an extremely sincere tone: “… Believe me. I have no ideas about your continent, and I don’t pose any threat to you. Just give me a laboratory and let me live… I can bring you everything.”
He knew that the other party was an ambitious man from the continent and a theocratic ruler. As early as when they first met in the hall, Sheng Qi told him that he wanted to build a country where humans were gods and use theocracy to rule the ignorant people.
The personal statement left by Qin Wang also told him that the other party was a guy who wanted to snatch the experimental results to maintain his rule, so much so that when the experiment was just about to be completed, the other party was eager to send him, a high-ranking mainland saint master, to the altar.
He gradually figured out the other person's thoughts, and his own performance so far was that of a scholar obsessed with research.
He did not show his full strength, nor did he show any desire for power. He even ignored Xu Anna who threw herself at him. After leaving the revolutionary army, he did not show any intention of returning. Instead, he spent the entire afternoon studying his own magic circle, completely fitting the image of a scholar who had no ambition and only wanted to survive.
Apart from the challenge he had once posed to Shengqi... everything should be to the other party's liking.
He looked at the other person who still had his eyes closed, as if he didn't hear what he said.
The wind and snow were so strong that his vision gradually became blurred.
He exhaled and could no longer feel the coldness of the wind and snow.
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