“Big Brother…”
"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha ha..." He laughed. For some unknown reason, he laughed.
It’s so embarrassing, so embarrassing.
He continued, dragging his body with all his might. Alisa's blue blood covered his palms, and he could hardly distinguish between illusion and reality.
Suddenly, he saw a young man crawling in front of him. He was wearing a black cloak and a black top hat, just like him.
The young man was shot through the body by a high-explosive bullet. His left chest was full of pits and his face and body were covered in blood. The young man's desperate eyes, which were corroded and about to break, were staring at him without blinking.
...Who is this young man?
"Save me." The young man banged his head against the ground, and the sound of banging kept coming.
The young man stretched out his hand, trembling, towards Su Mingan:
"Save me...save me...it hurts so much, so much, so much..."
There seemed to be a transparent barrier between Su Mingan and the young man. The young man just stretched out his hand and looked at him, but his hand could not get through. He just lay on the ground in pain, despair, and twisted, with signs of erosion all over his body.
“Save me…” the young man said, his mouth opening and closing.
Su Mingan also stretched out his hand and placed it on the young man's outstretched hand, and felt a piece of glassy coldness.
...What is this? Why is there a glass barrier in front of him?
They moved in unison. When Su Mingan withdrew his hand, the young man also withdrew his hand in pain.
Su Mingan opened his mouth, and the young man also opened his mouth.
…So that’s how it is.
Su Mingan understood.
The glass barrier that suddenly appeared in front of him,
It turns out that
A mirror.
"Ha." He laughed, and blood gushed out of his left arm.
The mental disorder has reached this point.
He really is,
Too tired.
…
[Perfect clearance progress: 95%]
…
He stretched out his hand and moved the broken glass mirror on the ground. The mirror was lying in the ruins and seemed to be someone's relic.
"Da, da, da." In the distance, the sound of footsteps came, like the beating of drums to end a war.
He saw Dingyue walking towards him in the distance. She was bathing in the bright sunshine, with her black hair flying up, bringing up brilliant and beautiful golden sunlight. She was like a Greek goddess declaring victory.
The rebels were victorious, and she was charged with meeting their greatest leader.
"leader!"
Dingyue quickened her pace, and she approached him step by step. The new dawn sprinkled on her hair, which instantly turned into a gorgeous golden color.
At this moment, Su Mingan suddenly wanted to ask——
"Dingyue, who am I?"
Dingyue walked faster and faster. She quickened her pace and gradually ran in front of him, as if she was climbing over mountains and crossing ridges.
Her facial features, covered with war scars and burns, were no longer pretty, but her smile was the most beautiful.
"-You are Ilevan, the leader of our resistance army, the hero who killed Bai Xiong." Dingyue said.
"Who am I?" Su Mingan asked again.
Dingyue ran towards him with a smile on her face:
"——You are the pioneer of the new century and the great man we respect most."
Su Mingan blinked.
His thoughts became increasingly hazy, and everything before his eyes was turning upside down.
Dingyue walked in front of him.
She supported his bloody body, reached out her hand, and gently closed his eyes.
"Who am I?" Su Mingan asked again.
"——You are here to save us, to save Elisa." Dingyue looked at him sincerely. She had learned about Su Mingan's true identity through Noel:
"You are, Su Mingan."
She bent down and bowed deeply, deeply to him.
The dawn sprinkled on her clothes, and she looked like she was wearing a golden robe.
"It's so cold." Su Mingan murmured to himself:
"This rain is too heavy."
At this moment, he could no longer support his body. He trembled and fell forward, and his consciousness fell into silence.
Dingyue caught him, his hands stained with his blood.
"Rest."
"You're tired, you've done the best you can."
She saw that the young man's entire face was bathed in the sunlight; even his closed eyelids were white and moist, as if stained with light.
His palm loosened, revealing an ugly paper rose flower inside. The blood-red paint had faded a little, revealing its original pure white color, like a clean wedding dress.
It fell to the ground with a soft sound.
Like the sound of a shattered soul.
…
【For you. 】
【Be happy.】
…
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