In biology, when mantises reproduce, female mantises will eat their mates.
However, some male mantises are willing to be such "sacrifices". They neither resist nor flee when facing the blade. Some zoologists believe that this is because the male mantises have exhausted their physical energy and cannot escape. But others believe that after the courtship activity, the male mantis has completed its only lifelong mission - nurturing the next generation.
At this point, its survival is meaningless. If it can provide sufficient nutrition for the next generation, it can devote itself to passing on its genes.
The page snapped shut, and the white-haired young man stood up. His five pale fingers rested on the "4-year-old Entomology" on the table.
He removed the heat blower, and the ink on the red paper dried, revealing a pair of Spring Festival couplets written in ink.
First couplet: [I wish you happiness every day. ]
Second line: [I also wish me happiness every day. 】
"Swish." Lin Guang picked up the couplet and recalled the time when he wrote these two lines.
He couldn't write. A player from Dragon Country taught him how to write these characters, stroke by stroke. He thought they looked pretty good when he wrote them. Maybe he was very talented.
He heard that today was the "New Year's Eve" in Lewis' world, which was equivalent to the Fuyuan Festival here, and every household would write Spring Festival couplets and paste them on the door. He hoped that Lewis would be happy every day.
He walked through the empty corridor, starlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows. In front of him was a corridor as deep as a transparent ventilation duct, like a distant skyline.
The City of God is not as lively and noisy as the gathering place, but more of an absurd sense of illusion. In such a huge city, he often feels that a part of himself is left behind on a certain day, unable to withdraw, and constantly losing.
At this moment, he suddenly felt deeply sad, which Violet called "loneliness", because no one could hold his hand or walk with him.
He turned his head and saw the screen on the wall still broadcasting the battle situation on the front line. It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and the screen was full of halos of various colors. At the forefront was an elite army, their blood-red cloaks fluttering in the wind, and blue defense shields propped up. They were like a wave rushing towards the city wall.
"Beacon fire, listen to the order--!"
Sen Celstia rushed to the front, his cloak fluttering, just like sixteen years ago.
However, by his side, there was no longer the Judge Tretia wearing goggles, no taciturn Deputy Lord Xia Sheng, no Cheng Luohe carrying a scarlet sniper rifle, and no Yao Wen wearing a shell necklace.
Time is like a wave, washing away countless companions, and finally only a few survivors with no one around them are left.
"boom--!"
The artillery fire roared, and the deafening explosion sound spread across half of the battlefield. People put up their protective shields and made sharp sounds when they met the attack.
Whenever someone fell, someone else would immediately fill in, forming an endless and tight defense line. Sen, like a bloody sword, split the enemy's ranks and became one with his soldiers. Sen's earphones kept sending out sounds from various channels, which were the instant orders issued by the twelve commanders overlooking the battlefield. At this moment, everyone seemed to have one brain.
In the sky, the battle between the high-power fighters was still going on, and Su Lin's flames dyed the night into golden red. The fall of the four outer cities was inevitable.
Lin Guang glanced at the unfavorable battlefield situation on the screen and continued to move forward.
"My Lord, you are the music, the sky, the palace, the river, the angel, the deep rose, hidden and endless, which God has revealed to my blind eyes."
A gentle female voice sounded, and Lin Guang paused slightly.
Violet leaned against the wall, charmingly curling her rose-colored curly hair, and her long red skirt fell like petals, revealing her smooth long legs. She was a player, and had always been Lin Guang's subordinate in the City of Gods. She had a high emotional intelligence and was good at talking, so she had not been strangled to death by the unpredictable Lin Guang.
However, Lin Guang didn't even look at her, and walked past with his feet clicking.
Violet sighed slightly.
"My Lord, it's snowing tonight..." She looked out the window that had been darkened by the night. This central building was made of floor-to-ceiling glass that allowed a clear view of the outside world. It was completely transparent, like a giant hexagonal diamond.
At this moment, as long as she raised her eyes, she could see the heavy snow falling down. They floated outside the glass like twinkling stars, and the buildings below were covered with a layer of light snow.
"My mother loves snow very much. She is a Dragon person. Whenever it snows, she will sit in our Dragon-like garden all night, watching the snow falling on the branches, as if she could return to her hometown..." Violet said softly.
Lin Guang continued walking forward without looking back.
"So, I know that the number of words in the upper and lower couplets of your Spring Festival couplets must at least be symmetrical." Violet's voice floated over.
Lin Guang stopped.
He immediately looked at the Spring Festival couplet in his hand, and found that the two columns of characters were indeed of different lengths.
For a moment, Violet's eyes were mixed with pity and sympathy. She felt that someone like Lin Guang was an inevitable tragedy.
"...Spring Festival couplets need to be symmetrical." Lin Guang said: "That Dragon Country player didn't tell me this. I'm going to kill him."
"If you kill another player, Lewis's favorability will drop again." Violet said.
Lin Guang just realized this; his thoughts were always a beat behind.
Violet tilted her head and looked at the heavy snow outside. The transparent glass was extremely clear and almost invisible to the naked eye. The heavy snow seemed to be floating in through the glass.
The sky was pitch black and chaotic, with only a cold half moon floating among the sparse frozen clouds. The City of God was completely silent, and the snowflakes seemed like scattered dandelions, with white stars spinning in the sky.
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