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[Number of survivors: 2]
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The blood-red rain of light slowly fell, and blood and rain water flowed together.
Su Mingan withdrew his gaze and turned around hesitantly.
He was walking towards the tree.
Under the tree, a young man seemed to be asleep, with his head down and a blood-stained sword in his arms.
When he approached, the young man's eyelashes, which were covered with water droplets, suddenly trembled, and then a ray of light jumped out from his eyes.
The young man's face was pale, but his eyes were bright.
He coughed as if he was suddenly awakened, and then said: "...Brother."
Su Ming'an's silent expression suddenly became lively.
"You, are not dead?" Although Su Ming'an was mentally prepared when he saw the number of survivors, his tone was still almost hoarse when he spoke.
“…No, almost…cough, cough cough cough…” Mo Yan responded very weakly, and then began to cough up blood.
Bright red blood slid down his chin and mixed with the large amount of blood on his chest.
"That girl Mizushima Kawaharu... damn it, I won't call her Goddess anymore. What a joke... It's ok for her to attack me secretly, but she actually attacked my brother... cough, cough cough cough——"
He cursed a few times and was forced to stop. He began to cough up blood violently. Large amounts of blood dripped onto his body, like a bloody map.
"Drink this." Su Mingan immediately took out the intermediate blood bottle.
The stimulant had no effect on Mo Yan at this time. Mo Yan was too weak at this time, and the severe pain would directly torture him to death.
In front of him, Mo Yan waved his hand.
"It's useless now... Big Brother." He said hoarsely: "Have you heard of the skill [Battle Continuation]?"
Su Mingan fell silent.
[Battle Continuation] is praised by players as an excellent skill that "drags someone down with you before dying". It allows the player to continue to act independently for a period of time after death, and can catch the enemy who thought he had killed him off guard.
Obviously, Mo Yan was in this state at this moment.
...Mo Yan is already dead, his body is heading towards inevitable collapse, and the only reason he can still speak is because of the effect of his skills.
His life has truly entered the countdown.
"I understand." Su Mingan said, "How long will it take?"
"Three minutes." Mo Yan said.
Su Mingan looked away.
Mo Yan smiled and said, "It's okay... It's okay, big brother. I came here just to experience the joy of dropping a legendary san copy. I'm actually very happy to die here and see you, big brother."
"You know, brother, when I first saw you, I had a feeling... I was probably in luck."
"I have been deceiving myself and refuting myself. I think the great god would not be so approachable. Big brother can only be big brother. If big brother becomes a great god... should I no longer be able to call him big brother?"
"No." Su Mingan said, "You can keep calling me, and you can do it in the future."
"...Yes, it will be fine in the future." Mo Yan said: "The next instance, the next world, and so many worlds in the future, it will be fine."
"How long will it take?" Su Mingan asked again, as if he had lost the ability to judge time.
"One minute."
Su Mingan nodded.
Mo Yan suddenly looked up: "Brother."
"I am here."
"Can we team up for the next instance?"
"no."
"...Ah." Mo Yan sighed: "I thought that under such a touching situation, Big Brother would agree to all my requests."
"Where I am is very dangerous... It has always been dangerous." Su Mingan said: "In this instance, you are just implicated by me. It doesn't have to be this difficult."
“…But what does that matter?” Mo Yan said, “Big Brother is more important than me.”
As he spoke, he reluctantly raised his hand and tapped it in front of him.
“Crash!”
A pile of colorful props fell beside his legs.
He pushed it over little by little, initiated a donation application, and then like a hamster, piled these props and equipment in front of Su Ming'an.
Then, he stretched out his hands, lifted the sword with difficulty, which seemed a little heavy for him at the moment, and placed it in Su Mingan's hand.
“…Brother.”
The signature on the sword now flows like a stream of rain.
"Girls like Mizushima Kawaharu don't know anything and are nothing."
"Don't be crazy, brother, calm down."
“…and then win.”
Mo Yan's eyes at this moment were as clear and bright as winter snow.
The moist air fills into the lungs and then flows out of the trachea.
Su Mingan took the sword and smiled sadly:
"……good."
"I will save you."
He said.
Mo Yan's eyes showed a moment of confusion.
But soon, the vitality within disappeared like the setting sun.
He closed his eyes.
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[Number of survivors: 1]
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Su Mingan stood up holding the sword.
He stood in the overwhelming rain, looking at the distorted and upside-down vision before him.
It was as if the lights were suddenly turned off in a bright room, and darkness was splashed all over the screen like a paint bucket, leaving no white space at all. The darkness came very suddenly, and the foggy darkness that kept rolling around, like boiling water, looked extremely strange and depressing.
As he took a step forward, his body suddenly tilted and he fell into a rain pit in an instant.
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