Su Mingan's tone was fierce, but the god had no extra expression.
Suddenly, the god seemed to have thought of something and added:
"If you agree to become my Archangel, we can form a bond of relationship. Marriage is not impossible..."
"Stop." Su Mingan's face was full of black lines.
"You are very resistant to me. Is it because of that recording?" The spirit said, "You just heard Wensheng's recording. But you didn't hear a system sound like 'Ding Dong! Got Su Wensheng's recording. Got 100 exploration points!' How can you believe that it is a real recording?"
In an instant, Su Mingan felt a sudden cold wind blowing across his heart.
——The gods know the world game too well. This level of understanding is shocking.
The spirit said, "Since you do not agree to become my archangel, you will stay here until you change your mind."
This time He did not stay but left directly.
Su Mingan opened the window. This place was more than ten floors high. Below was a large circular square as white as jade. During festivals, believers would come to worship. But at this time, it was cold at night and there was no one in the square.
At this moment, he heard a noise at the door, and the spirit came back again.
The deity held a basket of fresh roses in one hand and an oil lamp in the other. The burning oil lamp cast a deep yellow light, soft and deep, shining on His clean face.
This beauty transcends the positions of both parties, and for a moment Su Mingan began to be curious about the gender of the god.
They were at a distance, and the spirit did not come any closer. He simply dotted the room with fresh roses. Then he began to go in and out, decorating the room with flowers of various colors, and placing small pillows, sugar-filled cookies, black tea and other items on the small round table, constantly adding a breath of life.
"What kind of flowers do you like? I'll put some more." When he came back for the sixth time, the god was holding an oil lamp and holding a huge cat doll in one hand. He seemed to think Su Mingan liked cats very much.
Even through the hot steam of the black tea, His features looked gentle.
Su Ming'an looked at the god's actions in surprise. The god seemed to really think that he would stay here for a long time, and the room had become quite warm at this time.
Under the light of the oil lamp, their two shadows were projected on the wall, at a similar height and vaguely visible.
"I like the flowers in the ruins." said Su Mingan.
The spirit nodded thoughtfully, "I will fetch some flowers for you when the first relic is over tonight."
It seems that He is determined not to let Su Mingan go to the ruins.
The spirit stuffed a huge stuffed cat doll into Su Ming'an's arms, almost crushing him.
After the spirit left, Su Mingan picked up the sword of Alman on the ground and cut his neck directly. The next second, the spirit appeared instantly and grabbed his wrist for the second time.
This made Su Mingan certain that it would be difficult for him to commit suicide.
"I won't hurt you." The spirit said calmly, "But if it happens a third time, my restraint will not be so gentle."
"I understand." Su Mingan's response was equally calm.
His two suicide attempts were not abrupt because he had restrained his strength. To outsiders, if the gods failed to stop him in time, he would have stopped the suicide action as if he was testing the gods' attitude towards him.
When the spirit began to put up pictures on the wall, Su Mingan sat on the bed and asked, "Spirit, what have you been doing for the past thousand years?"
The gods’ answer was simple: “Observe, maintain, and eliminate.”
Su Mingan said: "You bury history, forbid people to sing songs from the past, and forbid people to draw pictures from the past. Is it because you don't think those music, literature, and art have value?"
The spirit said: "From the perspective of expressing emotions and suppressing negative emotions, it has certain value. But that's all, there is no more meaning."
He glanced at the clock and saw that there was only one hour left before the ruins were opened: "It's eleven o'clock, good night."
Then He left with the oil lamp, and the only scent left in the room was the fragrance of flowers and sugar-filled cookies.
Su Mingan stood up and walked around the room. He was sure that he could not jump out of the window because there was a barrier outside the window.
"Su Lin!"
"Pyjama God!"
"If you don't come again, I won't give you a doll."
No response.
Unable to contact his friends, and even calling Su Lin did not respond, Su Mingan was certain that he had been completely isolated from the outside world.
As midnight approached, he began to hesitate whether to attempt suicide for the third time.
He sat in front of the mirror and stared at his face.
At this moment, he found that there seemed to be something in his pupils, flickering with the light.
Get closer to the mirror and look carefully, and a line of small words appears in the pupils -
Su Mingan opened his eyes wide and gradually saw the line of words clearly.
…
【It is not true.Do not believe this world line.】
…
The next moment, the words disappeared and his pupils returned to normal, as if it was just his illusion.
Su Mingan sat in front of the mirror, his whole body seemed to be surrounded by some invisible coldness. The heavy confusion and uneasiness made him feel like he was falling into the abyss.
And at this moment,
He heard a very small voice calling.
"...Su Mingan."
He turned around in surprise, only to see a few strands of brilliant golden hair peeking in from the crack in the door.
He could vaguely see a pair of eyes as big as the sky and sea, looking at him through the crack in the door. The blond boy seemed to be trying to unlock the door and squeeze in.
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