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Su Luoluo came to the sacred tree.
Her black hair was already mixed with some white hair, and her steps were already trembling.
She sat under a tree and read a book, telling the story of the nightingale: "Once upon a time there was a nightingale who wanted a heart..."
She had told the tree this story more than a thousand times.
Su Luoluo finished her story and closed the book. Her fingers were pale and bluish-green, and her arms were covered with blue-green. "Little Cloud, if you don't come back, I may not be able to wait any longer."
"People say you'll pop out of the trees. Is that true? I've been waiting for... ten years."
She held up a branch, put it close to her face, and whispered:
"Are you... with me? Little Cloud."
She talked for a long time before she stood up and left. The cold moonlight cast her shadow on the ground, and everything was silent.
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Xiao Ying cut her wrists.
He felt happy watching the blood flow out, which was his masochistic desire for self-destruction. As long as he let himself be riddled with wounds, he felt that this was like a form of atonement.
The gods have already made sacrifices. No matter how much he sacrifices, it is no longer worth making up for it.
The pain became a wonderful feedback, and every time he cut, he felt that he was atonement in some unknown direction. Because he had no means of atonement... he could only do it to himself.
Is this a disease? Or an addiction?
"Will you... come back?" He made another cut and muttered to himself.
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When Su Mingan woke up, he didn't know how much time had passed.
The speed of time in the starry sky was different from that in the old world. Looking at the system time, it seemed that only a few hours had passed.
Watch Adu told him about the recent situation.
Jiang Xiaoshan became a doctor and is now married. Su Luoluo is still traveling through time. Li Yuxuan became a teacher and plays guitar in her spare time. Yueyue became a violinist and enjoys a real and long life. As for the time of other players, it is fast-forwarded like Kaiusta, nothing special.
Everything else had been completed, so Su Mingan didn't need to worry about it. Now the only thing he had to do in this instance was to experience life and start his vacation.
This surprised him.
This was the first time that the World Game was so kind to him. It turned out that he also had the possibility of happiness.
"It is said that fifteen years ago, the gods ascended to the sky in that direction..." In the teahouses in the city, people still enjoy telling mythological stories. The old man pointed to the sky:
"Since then, the strange creatures have retreated, and we have been able to live a stable life today..."
Su Mingan walked towards the holy tree. On the way, he passed by bards chanting myths, believers holding flowers, women chatting about their daily lives, and children playing and laughing...
Under the holy tree, he saw a dusty figure. The boy in a top hat placed a plate of strawberry pudding on the branch and sighed: "Su Mingan, go with peace of mind..."
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