“…”
"Your birthday is coming up in a few days, right?" Gao De said, "It's your 19th birthday, such an important day, don't you want to spend it with your mother?"
“…”
"First Player." Gao De said, "No matter what conflicts you had in the past, the mother must love the child. Since the world is very different now, why can't you put aside the previous conflicts and reconcile? You are only eighteen years old. It's okay that you didn't find the news of your mother before, but now, she is waiting for you in the hospital, why can't you go..."
"——Of course not, stupid guy, I feel really sorry for your behavior."
Gao De opened his eyes slightly.
The person who made this response was not the first player standing in front of him, but a figure standing outside the cabin.
The man was wearing a priest's robe, and the originally pure white color seemed to be deliberately stained with blood, making it look red. As he slowly approached, the man was holding a small silver cross in his hand.
Boris suddenly came back, took a look at the tragic scene of corpses and blood all over the cabin, and smiled with pity.
"…It's really as expected." He said, "Augustus, that guy, finally paid the price for his recklessness and stupidity. I'm looking forward to seeing his desperate look when everything is done and he thinks he's succeeded…"
"Are you Boris?" Goder recognized this crazy guy who was addicted to preaching in the channel chat and was highly praised by a group of players.
The kind smile on his face faded, and his eyes showed a bit of gloom: "This is the first player's family affair, you don't need to say anything."
"Really?" Burris leaned against the door, raised his hand, stretched out his index and middle fingers, and bent the other three fingers to form a two-eared rabbit gesture.
He looked at the "two-eared rabbit" finger standing on his right hand, and his tone became a little sad: "Hey, No. 1 player, that's your mother, why can't you forgive her? Even though she beat you, scolded you, and abused you when you were little, and hit your hand with the guitar shell when you played the wrong note, breaking your hand and beating you all over, you should still forgive her - because she is your dear mother! She is the one who gave birth to you but didn't raise you! Although this is your family affair, we just want to intervene, we want to let you enter our very 'safe' joint regiment base, we want you to take a photo with us in front of the whole world..."
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