Su Mingan watched the two quarreling silently, as if he was an outsider. On this decisive night concerning the fate of two worlds, he was actually watching a crosstalk here.
"Do it now. You have lost the bet. Remember that." The god slowed down his tone.
"Wait a moment."
"We can't wait any longer. Some people have started to wake up." The god looked at the night outside the window. Xiaomei's live broadcast was still going on: "You can not kill Su Mingan, but at least you can't let him run away."
Lin Guang's facial muscles were twisted and hesitation flashed in his eyes.
The sound of dragging the hose was heard. As soon as Su Mingan heard the sound, he immediately initiated space displacement.
After landing, he looked back and saw the hose coming from the direction of the elevator, like a flooding red sea.
With two "clicks" and "clicks", they did not attack Su Mingan, but instead made a detour and connected to Lin Guang's back, like pythons gnawing at his back.
Su Mingan recalled that when he was in the City of God, Lin Guang was always connected to these scarlet hoses - what was Lin Guang using it for at that time?
Is Lin Guang receiving emotional resonance all the time?
How could this not be crazy?
"boom--!"
The next moment Lin Guang connected the hose.
Lin Guang suddenly turned around, raised his foot, and kicked the smiling god next to him out. There were several "crashing" sounds of glass breaking, and the god was kicked out in a head-down position, breaking the glass on one side, and disappeared into the night sky of the building.
Before being kicked out, the god still had a confident smile on his face. He didn't expect that he would be suddenly kicked out by Lin Guang.
Amid the hum of the building, the noise of the rain hitting the glass outside the window seemed far away. The thunder in the distant night sky disappeared, like a dragon with its head bowed.
The cold wind and heavy rain poured in through the gap in the glass that had been kicked out, and a pool of water gradually formed under his feet. Lin Guang pulled his legs back, with a look of relief on his face.
Su Mingan looked out through the gap in the glass. In the vast night, even the twinkling lights of the city could not be seen. The dense rain blocked his view. As for the gods, no one knew where they had fallen.
"..."The space in Su Mingan's hand was vibrating a little, and he didn't know whether he should throw away the attack.
In the end, Su Mingan could only say: "Good kick."
This shouldn't be a case of Lin Guang and the gods having a falling out. Lin Guang's kick should just be a way to vent his anger, not a real breakup.
"Are you happy?" Lin Guang's chest was heaving violently, and his face was flushed from venting his anger. He looked at Su Ming'an.
"A few more kicks." Su Mingan nodded.
"Okay, wait until he comes back, and I'll kick him again." Lin Guang said, "How many kicks will it take for you to stay?"
Su Mingan shook his head: "This is not a math problem. Zero multiplied by any number is zero."
Lin Guang continued, "You don't want to stay... Is it because this is not a good ending for you? You seem to be obsessed with a perfect ending."
"Of course, this is my mission," Su Mingan said. In a sense, this is also his mission in life.
Lin Guang's sight trembled slightly, as if the daylight was gradually disappearing into the night.
"What about the process?" Lin Guang asked, "What about the passers-by in your life before this ending? What about passers-by like us in the dozens of copies in just twenty days?"
Su Mingan was slightly stunned.
...Lin Guang seemed to have suddenly come to his senses?
In the past, Lin Guang didn’t understand anything, not even the word “love”, like a fool. But now, even the concept of world dungeons is clear to him.
As time goes by, Lin Guang seems to be... becoming more and more "perfect".
Whether it's the carefully practiced smile, the thousands of paintings drawn day and night, or these words, they are becoming closer and closer to normal people.
But it was too late. Whether it was the two or three days left in the copy or the historical process that was now at the end, for Lin Guang's slow progress, it was already... too late.
After this night, it will either be dawn or an endless night, with no in-between. The tug-of-war between them has come to an end, and there will be no ending that both sides want. A happy ending for one side is just a nightmare for the other.
"Do you like a good ending?" Lin Guang asked.
"Of course." Su Mingan said.
"But I have read many books about the Dragon Kingdom. In Liangshan Marsh, the heroes were recruited by the court. In Romance of the Three Kingdoms, I didn't see the Han Dynasty survive to the end. In The Best of Times, Xianglin Sao lost her child and died in despair. Why does literature always like tragedy?" Lin Guang asked.
Su Mingan was truly shocked.
——He thought that “Teletubbies” was Lin Guang’s level of achievement, but he didn’t expect that Lin Guang could also understand books?
"In literature, tragedy is the most unforgettable, so writers always like to write tragedies to make people unforgettable, so that the words will be eternal in their minds." Su Mingan said: "A happy reunion is good, but who will remember it for a long time?"
"I."
Lin Guang said suddenly.
He took a step closer and placed his hand on the collar of his Hanfu robe, close to his heart.
"I will remember it." Lin Guang said, "If it happened to me, I hope it would have a good ending."
"But it's impossible." Su Mingan said.
"Why not?" Lin Guang's voice rose, his bloodshot pupils staring at Su Ming'an, his voice choking: "Why not? You never understood me, Lewis."
There was a cold wind in Su Mingan's ears.
He saw a crimson butterfly flapping its wings slowly in the air, once, twice, like a dancing fire.
It stayed on Lin Guang's shoulder, embellishing his dull black Hanfu. The butterfly's eyes were hard to see, but Su Mingan thought that it was also looking at him at that moment.
"——Why should I understand you?" Su Ming'an just took a look and forced himself to retract his gaze, not following the red butterfly.
Lin Guang was silent for a moment, then said slowly:
"Over the years, I have been thinking every day about how to feel positive emotions."
"Humanity worships you and oppresses you, always wanting to sacrifice you, wanting you to jump off the edge of the world, wanting a fake to take your place."
"But you always save them again and again... You clearly said that love is to die, but when I tried to die, I felt nothing but pain."
"I live in this world and feel extremely painful every minute and every second. This place is a hell to me. Only you make me feel familiar."
"Over the past few decades, I have saved many people during my travels... children who have lost their loved ones, displaced refugees, and mercenary groups that were hunted. So many, so many, that I can't even remember them all."
"I saved so many people, but no one came back to save me."
"If friendship is salvation—"
Lin Guang's voice trembled:
"Save me once, okay?"
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