"Lovis, don't stop the nuclear explosion..." Lin Guang stretched out his hand.
But Su Mingan couldn't help but stop it.
Once the nuclear explosion is launched, key NPCs like Che will die. Su Mingan can't wait until Kaiusta is over to see the ending of the nuclear explosion, because the rewind point would have been fixed long ago.
[A little faster…]
He still stretched out his hand and pulled forward, and soon a crisp sound of bone cracking came from his right leg. Lin Guang, the "bone-crushing expert", started to use his power again and twisted his right leg.
But this time, Su Mingan's breathing rate didn't even change.
After twelve doses of mental stabilizer and the anesthesia that had not yet disappeared from his body, he felt almost no pain.
How terrible can a person become after he can no longer feel pain and is no longer afraid of death? Is he now a person, or just a lump of meat that can only move autonomously?
"Shua!" The scales of judgment flashed by, and a sword blade pierced through from behind Lin Guang. The clone Ming walked out of the shadows and killed Lin Guang.
A higher layer of thick snow covered him, as if to bury all the pain. Lin Guang fell forward, his outstretched palm fell into the snow, and blood quickly seeped into the snow.
Su Mingan struggled and coughed as he sat on the wheelchair.
[A little faster…]
This time he definitely had a chance. He was fifteen minutes faster and his injuries were the lightest in the three rounds.
Very good.
It doesn't get better than this.
"Lu Wei..." The voice behind him gradually disappeared and melted into the cold.
Amid the drifting night snow, the warning lights stopped.
Su Mingan flew all the way to the blood pool. Edward's bones were broken by the three-point blow.
He rushed to the other side of the blood pool. The girl's black hair was like a densely woven spider web, trapping her slender body in the center of the web, like a butterfly trapped on fire. Her eyes were closed tightly and her breathing was almost inaudible.
——She was abandoned here, left to fend for herself and wait for death. How desperate would she be if Su Mingan hadn’t come?
In the beginning, when she became a corpse, watching the artillery fire blasting towards her immobile body - who would be reflected in her eyes before she died? How sad would she be?
Su Mingan pulled her up, she opened her eyes, and the wheelchair carried them out of this endless hell.
If he had arrived, nothing would have happened.
"Ming'an, put me down, I have a deficiency disease..." She stretched out her charred hand and tried to push him away.
However, Su Mingan just shook his head: "I have a missionary aura, I can save you."
Yueyue's condition seems to be better than in the previous two weeks, which is the best news.
"Okay." Yueyue nodded: "Then I will try my best, I will try my best to be rescued..."
"What do you want to hear?"
"I want to hear about that novel you didn't finish four months ago."
"Okay." Su Mingan began to tell the story.
The wheelchair skimmed across the sea of blood, and this time they even managed to rush into the city, which was an unprecedented breakthrough.
The much warmer air lifted their hair, and even Yueyue's complexion looked a little better.
In the streets and alleys, colorful ribbons are flying under the eaves, like a rainbow waving in the wind. Now is the time for New Year's Eve. Many people look up at the brilliant fireworks in the sky.
As midnight approached, fireworks lit up the sky and even the sound of the wind in the ears was filled with high joy. While people were watching the fireworks, they also saw a wheelchair flying through the air.
"——That wheelchair seems to belong to the Lord of Akto!"
"——Why did he come to this small town?"
"It's good news! Very good news! City Lord! How is the battle situation at the front? Can our soldiers come back..."
"Is the city lord coming to celebrate the New Year with us?"
People's voices were mixed together and Su Mingan could not hear clearly. Even his vision had shrunk to a small dot. He drove the wheelchair and took Yueyue to a place where there were medical equipment.
He broke into the hospital, brushed past the screaming doctors and nurses, and closed the door.
"Lie down for a while." He laid Yueyue, whose body was covered with tissue fluid, flat on the bed and found some life-saving drugs such as Johnson & Johnson. Her body had begun to suffer from hypothermia and her eyes gradually narrowed, like a sinking boat.
"I'm so sleepy..." she said.
"Hold on a little longer and listen to my voice."
Su Mingan spoke in a low voice. The effect of the anesthetic had worn off, and the pain from his throat being pinched gradually occupied his mind.
The blood seeping from her body seemed like a burning flame, and on the white bed it looked like an oil painting, just like the Yuguo novel by Pascal Quignard that he had recommended to her.
And he was reciting this novel to her:
"But why do you paint at all, since everything will be consumed?"
He took out a syringe, his throat burning as he spoke:
"Everyone brings his own little torch, which joins together into the great torch that lights the world.
[Sometimes, a mist or a mountain is enough. Sometimes, a tree swaying in the wind is enough. Sometimes, even the night is enough, and there is no need for dreams to reveal to the mind those things that are not there or lost in the night...]"
Even if it's just a mist, a tree, or a touch of night.
He liked the novel precisely because of this passage.
Holding the injection tightly, Su Mingan turned around and pushed the liquid in his hand slightly, intending to inject her, while the story in his mouth continued uninterrupted:
“I think there is another very interesting part, and the emotional collision between them left a deep impression on me.
He said, "I am in pain, madam, I am in pain that I cannot touch you..."
His voice paused.
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