A few scattered flute scores floated on the water, the ink marks no longer visible, and it was unknown what kind of notes had been carefully written on them.
Su Mingan suddenly remembered that many years ago, he had entered into one of Lin Guang’s dreams. At that time, Lin Guang seemed to have been keeping some secret.
Could that be... planning?
How is that possible.
Why.
"Thanks to you, humans of the ruined world. I always praise you for targeting your own heroes. Although this time, you yourselves didn't know that the one who died was a hero, not a devil." The god smiled.
It was a smile full of pity, irony, and bad taste. It seemed to mock the entire failed ruined world, and all the unknown efforts that Lin Guang had made.
"It's a pity, but it's still just a little short... It's a pity that the hero can only be a demon in the end and cannot be redressed."
“…”
Su Mingan stood there, the white hair in the water brushing against his ankles.
The lights all over the city were still shining warmly, but his vision was blurry and he couldn't see anything clearly.
At his feet, a white-haired young man died in the city-state's rainstorm.
Like a dead dog.
"It's okay, you're just too young. If I were your age, I might not do better than you." The god patted Su Ming'an on the shoulder with a funny tone: "Since you have already lost this time, in the following time, I will slowly train you to be as interesting as me. I believe you will gradually understand that Zhai Xing is nothing. As for the game he set up, I will slowly tell you..."
“…”
Su Mingan looked into the distance.
Countless whispers flowed through his brain, and he saw countless spreading lakes in the city-state—
It seemed as if the ruins of the world were filled with the unyielding reflections of the dead.
None surrendered to the invaders.
The white bird with broken wings fell madly, crashing into the rainstorm of Utopia for the 2,300th time.
…
The devil is dead.
His name is Lin Guang.
…
"Su Ming'an." At this time, a black shadow of a fox appeared on Su Ming'an's shoulder. It was the elusive Xiao Ai who returned.
She looked at this scene, was silent for a while, and then said:
"Su Mingan, don't you feel any pain?"
pain?
Su Ming'an's gaze dropped downwards - he saw the empty half of his body, like an old tree split by an axe, with sticky scarlet blood and bones. Because of the previous jump from a tall building, not only were his arm bones broken, but even the muscles in his waist and abdomen were torn.
A pain suddenly exploded throughout his body, and he realized how badly he was injured.
……yes.
...Doesn’t it hurt?
But it seemed that the physical pain could not compare to the emptiness in his heart. His heart seemed to have shrunk into a small black dot, and even his heartbeat could hardly be heard.
Xiao Ai reached out and smoothed down the messy hair on his forehead, looking like she was about to cry:
"You can't even feel the pain?"
"Su Mingan."
"Why is that..."
…
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