"Su Mingan! Wife! Wife! Muahmuah!!"
Su Mingan ignored the noisy voices.
Facing the heavy robot that was getting closer and closer, he raised his head.
The players looked at him expectantly, thinking that Su Mingan would start with Judgment, and then the space would vibrate. This was the routine of "No. 1 Player Su Mingan", and they knew it by heart.
But even though the heavy robot was very close, Su Mingan showed no sign of raising his hand to release the judgment.
He just took a few steps closer and chanted a few syllables:
"Cheey, Hasse, Boo."
A moment.
The heavy weapon that was approaching like a huge mountain - stopped.
Just like the sleep button was pressed, the red color in its eyes, which represented energy, instantly went out. The players could never imagine that Su Mingan actually knew how to shut down these heavy robots.
"Is this the advantage brought by Asa Akto's innate identity? He doesn't even need to fight, he just knows the password to shut down the robot." Someone said sourly.
"He is the No. 1 player after all."
"I'm so envious..." someone sighed.
Su Mingan still ignored them.
At this moment, Noel, Yamada Machiichi and others rushed out of the church, calling his name anxiously.
Su Mingan didn't look back.
His figure flashed and he quickly stepped into the dark rain.
There was almost nothing in those dark grey eyes.
…
Between heavy rains.
On the other side of the city-state, a white-haired young man sat on a bench, looking into the distance at the rolling night sky.
He was soaked by the rain, and even the bandage on his lower abdomen was oozing blood. He looked like a pale oil painting. Only a bright red butterfly rested on his chilblained fingertips.
When passers-by fleeing the disaster saw him, they immediately hurried away, fearing that they had encountered a mentally ill person.
"Why does that person look so much like Lin Guang..."
"No way, it's been more than 20 years..."
The raindrops knocked down the ginkgo leaves, landing on the shoulders of the white-haired young man, and then slid down with the cold wind, like a sudden warm color in an oil painting. He was motionless, like a pale stone sculpture.
Just then, an umbrella hit him on the head.
He looked up and saw a little girl standing on tiptoe to hold an umbrella for him. The girl should be a resident of the inner city, she was wearing a delicate cotton jacket and her cheeks were rosy.
"Little brother, who are you? Why are you sitting here alone?" The girl blinked her big eyes.
"Get lost." Lin Guang started cursing.
The girl said aggrievedly, "But you will get sick if you get wet in the rain alone. I heard there is a war in the city. It is very dangerous here."
She felt that the thin young man in front of her did not look like a soldier. His complexion was too bad, and he looked like an ordinary person.
Lin Guang didn't say anything, just stared at the girl, his eyes filled with uncontrollable clouds of anger and murderous intent.
"Do you want to go home with me?" The girl said, "There is no one at home now. My mother is gone, and my father is gone too. But I have a lot of medicine at home. I can cure you."
Lin Guang was impatient. He tried to knock over the umbrella in the girl's hand, but it hit the backpack beside him. In an instant, the scattered music scores and paints were scattered all over the floor. He immediately went to pick them up, and fortunately he caught them before they got soaked.
"You like painting? I like it too!" Seeing this, the girl suddenly smiled happily: "I have some paints at home, can you paint for me? My parents have never allowed me to make friends, and now they are gone on the battlefield, I want to make a friend!"
Lin Guang's expression finally changed.
"Take me there," he said.
"Okay! I'll take you there!" The girl skipped forward. She finally made a new friend today.
They bypassed the fighting area and came to a small civilian house. The girl asked him to wait at the door while she went to get paint and slippers. Lin Guang waited at the door as she asked.
According to the girl, she had the last batch of paints in the city-state. If her mother had not liked painting in the past, she would not have even had this last batch of paints.
Lin Guang began to conceive. He really wanted to reproduce the painting he had drawn before. If he had the paint...
A somewhat warm smile appeared on his face.
"Brother! I found the paint! Wait a minute, let me look for the slippers..." A girl's voice came from inside the house.
Lin Guang nodded, and suddenly heard a deep male voice coming from behind:
"——Yes! It's him! I saw him on the park bench before! That's Lin Guang!"
"Kill him! Kill him! If we kill him, Su Mingan will definitely be very happy!!"
A moment.
The artillery fire landed on top of his head and exploded violently, spewing out flames!
Lin Guang blocked the fire around him, but he saw the residential houses in front of him falling apart in the flames.
Three seconds later, he rushed into the house, only to see a charred calf hanging between the burning umbrella cloth. The light in the girl's eyes faded, and her face was full of confusion.
“Little brother…”
Blood gushed from her mouth:
"Why……"
"I just...want a...friend."
She died before she could finish her words.
Lin Guang stared at the scene in a daze. He saw on the ground that the last batch of paint was also destroyed in the fire.
There won't even be a chance to reappear.
He never painted again.
“…”
He slowly turned around and looked at a team of fully armed players.
"We seem to have killed an NPC girl?" A player scratched his head.
"What does it matter? He's just an NPC! Lin Guang is not dead yet, kill him!" Another player who was confident of his strength used his skills again.
Lin Guang stood there, a large amount of blood oozing from his lower abdomen, and his eyes became empty.
When he stretched out his hand and summoned a large amount of source light to fight back.
There was nothing in his pupils either.
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