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"That's enough." Lin Guang roared, "I caught you!"
His force seemed to be too strong, and the insect net made a "whoosh" sound as it broke through the air.
"Hua La Hua La—" The ginkgo leaves flew up with his movements. The butterfly was forced into a dead end, but it still struggled, flapping its wings violently. Although it was so weak, it insisted on fighting to the last moment.
So its wings broke.
The blood-red flying spots splashed on Lin Guang's cheek. He saw the butterfly under the insect net and watched its blood flowing more and more. He smiled.
The butterfly fell.
“Huff, huff, huff—”
It seemed as if a slight pain brushed past the side of Lin Guang's face, like the sound of breaking glass, but he had no time to care, he jumped down with the butterfly.
He reached out his hand and tried to catch the butterfly, but it fell too fast and in the blink of an eye all he could see was a tiny golden dot.
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[Poor insect catcher, are you really going to do this? ]
[If you don't catch me, I will really break. ]
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"Slow down - slow down!" Lin Guang shouted, but the butterfly fell several seconds before him and he couldn't catch up.
He fell to the bottom of the abyss and saw the broken butterfly, which was smashed to pieces. He could only walk up to it and catch it with the insect net in his hand.
“…”
In the silence, the blur in Lin Guang's eyes seemed to fade a little. He sensed something was wrong and was about to figure out what was going on when he heard a familiar voice -
"You did a great job, Lin Guang. I was right about you."
Lin Guang turned his head with hazy eyes, and his vision was like shattered glass, suddenly revealing the reality -
A figure in a white coat and holding an umbrella came out from the rain curtain of the city. The man looked at him with dark grey eyes, a smile on his lips, and there was a clear shoe print on his white coat.
Lin Guang lowered his head in astonishment and looked over his shoulder - there were no ginkgo leaves there, just cold rain all over the sky.
Under the "insect net" made of scarlet hoses, a figure was pressed under the layers of hoses. The person's black hair was sticky in the water on the ground, his arms were twisted at unnatural angles, and blood was spilled all over the ground.
"You look a little confused?" The god approached with an umbrella. "Are you in a hallucination? What did you see? What did you hear? Did you dream that you were catching a butterfly?"
The god lowered his voice and smiled:
"In fact, it was Su Mingan who was being chased by you. You were so cruel to him that you used a hose to tear him apart all the way, just like tearing the wings of a butterfly. You even drove him off the edge of the building and watched him fall from more than a hundred floors. It turns out that your spirit had already collapsed a long time ago?"
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom—"
Lin Guang could hear his own clear heartbeat. He looked at Su Ming'an, who was torn to pieces under the hose, and uttered a meaningless whimper in his throat.
He squatted down, pulled open the hoses, and tried to rescue Su Mingan in the hoses. He felt his breathing becoming more and more rapid, and he was almost out of breath.
"Lin Guang, are you hiding something from me?" said the god.
"No." Lin Guang said.
"In the hallucination just now, you seemed to have said some information that I didn't quite understand." said the god.
"I...didn't." Lin Guang denied firmly.
But he soon noticed a hand on his head. Then came the voice of the god:
"That's it."
"Since you have dealt with Su Mingan, my plan no longer requires you. Although I am a man of my word, considering your instability, I will still kill you."
"Goodbye... No, goodbye forever, Lin Guang."
…
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Su Mingan opened his eyes.
He was still leaning against the window. This was the lobby on the top floor, and he was still surrounded by the colorful spring screen.
...Strange. Why is he here?
Ten minutes ago, Lin Guang suddenly tried to catch him like a madman. He and Lin Guang struggled in the lobby for a while, but finally he had no way to escape and could only jump from the 132nd floor, the highest floor of the building, resulting in serious injuries.
He clearly fell to the ground, why did he suddenly return to the top floor?
He was obviously seriously injured, so why did his body recover like new?
"Su Mingan." Suddenly, he heard someone calling him.
As if looking at Mars floating on the coast, Su Mingan's vision was still hazy. Su Mingan looked up and met a pair of... emerald green eyes.
In the hall stood a white-haired young man in Hanfu.
"Lü Shu?" Su Ming'an asked hesitantly.
"It's me." Lu Shu said, "It's for you."
Lu Shu stretched out his hand, and the pine, crane and bamboo leaves embroidered on his Hanfu moved slightly. He held a bowl of tea, and the heat seemed to dispel the entire cold night.
Su Mingan hesitated for a moment and took the tea bowl. Perhaps his hands were too cold, his fingers trembled and the tea bowl fell to the ground.
Lu Shu immediately said, "I'll go make another one."
"Stop soaking."
Lu Shu asked doubtfully: "Don't you like it? It seems that this is the only help I can give you."
Su Mingan stared at Lu Shu, carefully observing the surrounding vision, including the brightness, luminosity, and details of the scenery. He had been deceived too many times and was already alert in his heart. He asked, "Are you Lin Guang?"
Lu Shu shook his head: "I'm not."
Su Mingan frowned and asked again: "Then you are Bei Lisel?"
Lu Shu shook his head: "He is already broken, how can I be him."
Su Mingan considered again: "Could it be that the gods themselves also have white hair? Are you a god?" He thought carefully whether there were other white-haired people in the Ninth World who could make him admit his mistake.
Lu Shu stopped making tea and said in astonishment: "Am I so good? So good that you have to repeatedly confirm whether it is me, so good that you have to cherish me so much? Could it be that you are so unconvinced that I am back?"
Su Mingan nodded and said, "You are my companion, of course I hope you come back, I don't want you to die in the Ninth World... Wait, I understand."
He whispered, as if grasping the answer: "You must be hallucinating."
Looking at Lu Shu's stunned expression, Su Ming'an raised his head and said coldly: "You must be hallucinating. This is a trap set by the gods. I won't believe it anymore! Don't try to deceive me again."
He took a step forward, grabbed Lu Shu's hand, and clenched his fingers, making a "clicking" sound.
"How can I break this illusion?" Su Ming'an pulled it and found that Lu Shu was still in front of him. He looked around, trying to find something different.
This must be an illusion, it can't be reality.
"Captain Mu! Captain Mu!" Su Ming'an shouted everywhere. In the empty hall, only Lu Shu was staring at him in amazement.
Sadness was brewing in Lu Shu's pupils. He stared at Su Mingan silently, as if he was looking at a patient suffering from a long-term illness.
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