She had seen a person named "Xi" give Su Ming'an a red string in the Ninth World Live. She wanted to make a handmade knot like this. It would be even better if she could personally give it to him...
A black-haired woman nearby glanced at her and said, "Are you Su Shi, the one who blew up his own house?"
The camera immediately moved away to avoid recording their conversation.
"Yes." Su Shi didn't want to pay attention to this woman. In her eyes, this woman was a shameless betrayer.
"I..." Yu Ruohe said.
"I don't want to listen to you!" Su Shi glanced at her.
Yu Ruohe opened her mouth, said nothing, and just lowered her head again.
Upon learning that Yu Ruohe was invited to participate in the Spring Festival Gala, Yu Ruohe's father was so happy that he held a banquet and claimed that she had brought honor to the family. Yu Ruohe did not want the scene of her quarrel with Su Shi to be recorded on camera.
Next to Yu Ruohe and Su Shi, there were hundreds of Dragon Country adventurers. Among them, a blue-haired boy pushed his glasses, and next to him was a black-haired girl.
They are Xiaoxiao and Wang Zhenzhen, who fought side by side with Su Mingan in the Third World.
"Xiaoxiao, I think of the Third World..." Wang Zhenzhen said, "I heard that Su Mingan is in a bad mental state recently. If we can say a few words to comfort him, will he feel better?"
"It's all in the past." Xiao Xiao shook her head: "He is too far away from us now..."
"Yeah." Wang Zhenzhen blinked and leaned on his shoulder.
Xiaoxiao glanced at the live broadcast of the Ninth World floating in her right hand. Su Mingan was covered in blood in the cold night, with no one around him.
And now, people are singing and dancing at the Spring Festival Gala, with a smile on their faces, welcoming 2024 and celebrating the new year.
——I don’t know what genes humans’ optimism comes from, which allows them to party like this in the doomsday.
Perhaps, humans already know that they have no way out.
…
"——When the bells of farewell to the old year echo across the land, we gather together with singing and dancing, bringing with us the harvest of 2023."
"——When festive fireworks bloom in the night sky, we are not afraid of the challenges of 2024, we will ride the waves and fight against the wind!"
"At this time of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, the 'World Game' Spring Festival Gala Organizing Department, the Changjiang System Changying Department, and the Joint Group's New Year Affairs Temporary Planning Department wish all players a happy new year!"
"——Wish everyone a happy new year and all the best in the new year!"
Along with the announcement, the background of the Cloud City created by the "Main God World Virtual Scene Architecture System" slowly rose, and thirty dancers draped in blue gauze climbed onto the Cloud City, their bodies swaying, and the blue and white gauze they waved was like surging clouds.
Compared with the embarrassing stage play of the previous "World Game Culture Exhibition", the level of this Spring Festival Gala is much higher. It is also equipped with various ultra-modern visual systems, combined with the background stories of the world copies, to create various sketches and dance songs, which are pleasing to the eye.
The human art field blossoms in these four months, which is a feast for both the visual and auditory senses.
In the camera, phoenixes are singing and dancing to welcome the New Year.
Outside the camera, heavy snow was falling, fireworks were vying for splendor, and the sounds of firecrackers, shouts, music and laughter were mixed together, playing passionately like a symphony.
Snowflakes like catkins fall on people's shoulders, putting on a new layer of New Year's clothes for them.
For a moment, people fell into a kind of joy that was isolated from the outside world, dancing drunkenly in the world, sharing the happy life of the moment, as if they wanted to send their joy and happiness so smoothly to the long future.
Only some people who were not immersed in the festival were staring at the war scene in the Ninth World with worried expressions.
…
New World Guild Server, Blue Sky Kindergarten.
"——Teacher, teacher, it's the New Year! Happy New Year, teacher! All the best to you!"
The jumping girl with pigtails rushed to the front and stretched out her hand to a female teacher.
Behind the pigtailed girl, a line of children lined up like a train, and they all rushed to the female teacher. They were all children from Dragon Country, and their parents were either not selected to participate in the World Game or had gone crazy and could not take care of them.
The young female teacher touched their heads and handed them the red envelopes: "Here, keep them and don't lose them."
The red envelopes were filled with hundreds of yuan in cash, which are now just waste paper. But the children don’t understand, they are well protected and think they are still living in the old times.
They happily stuffed the red envelopes into their pockets and jumped around the female teacher.
"Teacher, it's New Year's Day, my parents haven't come back yet?" The girl with pigtails tugged at the teacher's clothes.
The female teacher smiled and said, "The teacher said before that your parents are going on a trip. You will be able to see them in eight months..."
"But I miss them so much..." said the girl with pigtails dejectedly.
The female teacher stood quietly there, and gorgeous fireworks leaped in the air.
For a moment, the fireworks lit up the kindergarten as bright as day, and the swings and slides were stained with red and purple light.
"They will come back..." the female teacher's voice was very soft.
"Teacher, where is Dean Noel?" The boy next to him said excitedly, "When he comes back, we will set off fireworks with him..."
“……”The smile on the female teacher’s face gradually disappeared.
She remembered the pair of scarlet eyes of the blond boy on the screen.
"The dean...will be back." After a moment, this was all the female teacher could say.
She knew that the president of the New World Guild, Noel... was extremely far away from them at this time, and was even in danger of being invaded by [Hewei].
...Can he come back?
...The Ninth World, such a complex and dangerous world, can Noel come back?
If you can’t…
…
[Ninth World Kaiusta]
December 30, 48th year of the Cataclysm, dusk in the Seventh City.
Under the bloody sun, the vast red land seemed like flowing blood, blending into the sunset.
The four lines of defense of the Gods' camp, the Inquisition, the Alliance of Believers, and the Mechanical Corps, jointly fought against the Freedom Camp. Millions of soldiers and civilians stood under the city walls, their guns and swords flashing a cold light in the sunset.
Field, Luther, Izier, Avery, Edmund and other great commanders of the Gods Camp were waiting on the city wall. Now the millions of soldiers and civilians of the Free Camp were approaching the city, and this would be their last battle.
Ming, the lord of the seventh city, walked to the front of the legion and turned around.
The emblem of the God's camp gleamed brightly on his shoulder. He pressed the red-shelled book of Revelation on his chest with one hand and faced his millions of soldiers and civilians.
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