MTL - First Player-Chapter 744 seven hundred and forty two

   Chapter 744 Chapter Seven hundred and forty-two "Five steps."

   "One cold winter night, a young man wanted to invite the girl he had a crush on to dance. He needed a red rose, but he had been looking for a long time, but could only find a white rose."

   "The nightingale on the branch was moved by his affection. It pierced the thorns of the rose with its breast. The white rose was dyed bright red with blood."

   "The nightingale died with the hope of love, but the young man was rejected by the girl because of his poverty. He threw the red rose into the gutter angrily."

   "...that's how the story ends."

In front of    is a microphone and a radio, and Xiaomei reads the fairy tale she heard from the player. A large group of children gathered around her, listening to her stories.

  This is a border town - because the city of doomsday is not safe, many children were sent out of the city of doomsday.

  Xiaomei has been staying in the border town since she returned to Kaiusta. She didn't want to cause trouble to Su Mingan, so she always dared not run around.

   After discovering that there is a cell tower here, the yearning in her heart was activated - during the time she listened to the radio in the measurement city, she always wanted to be a radio host.

  So, during this time, she has been sitting at the cell tower, telling stories to the children through the sound transmission equipment.

   "Then, Sister Xiaomei, if you were Nightingale, would you choose to meet that young man?" the girl said.

"I..." Xiaomei thought for a moment, facing the expectant gaze of the children: "I shouldn't do that...I am a very timid person, I am afraid of pain and death, I can't do it with all my heart and soul. Dyeing red roses and singing love at the same time is too painful..."

   "I wouldn't do that either. Nightingale is too stupid. Why should it die for someone else's love?" said a boy.

"Isn't there a sentence in the text. 'However, love is better than life, and how can a bird's heart be better than a human's heart'." The girl said: "But I'm very strange... Sister Xiaomei, I often hear people say Love, what is love?"

what is love?

  Xiaomei subconsciously clenched the page in her hand. This problem is too complicated. For thousands of years, poets and philosophers have exhausted gorgeous rhetoric and endless paragraphs to describe it, with extremely romantic and tragic colors, but no one can accurately say its meaning.

   But when she heard the question, only one person came to her mind.

  In the early morning, in a wheelchair, he passed her by.

   It was raining heavily that day, and in the pool of blood, he stretched out his hand to her.

   On a sunny afternoon, among the bustling cities, he walked into the cinema with her.

   His eyes are always full of tolerance and respect, even in the coldest rainstorm, there is sunshine in her eyes.

  People say that the person who first thinks of the word "love" is the person represented by "love".

  So, the "love" in her eyes is...

  "Meow~" The white cat with heavy shoulders purred, and her big fluffy tail swept her cheek. Xiaomei seemed to be awakened suddenly, her fingers trembled, and she did not answer the question.

  If the "young man" in the fairy tale was him and the "nightingale" was her, would she dye red roses for him?

can you?

   She seems...still not afraid.

   "Today's story is over, you all go back to sleep." Xiaomei immediately stood up and cleaned up the script on the table.

  It was getting late and the children left the tower yawning. Only Xiaomei stared blankly at the reflective glass in front of her eyes, and the surrounding microphones flickered with rustling noises.

   At this moment, the sound of footsteps came.

   "Xiaomei - I heard that you and Su Ming'an are very familiar. I want to give him a New Year's gift, can you give me a reference?"

   The person who speaks is a female player. She had dyed brown-blond hair and large crystal earrings, looking very mature. When Xiaomei lived in the border town, this female player was always protecting Xiaomei.

  The actions of the players are full of purpose, and this female player is no exception. She knew that Xiaomei was Su Mingan's task object, and she wanted to help Su Mingan, so she would protect Xiaomei.

  Xiaomei subconsciously said, "Why did you give him a gift? Do you like him?"

The female player was stunned, and then quickly smiled: "No, I just want to give him a gift, Kaiusta is about to end, he should rest for a few hours, I can give him the gift while he is resting. send it to him."

   Xiaomei wondered: "You don't like him, but you want to give him a gift? He doesn't even know you."

  The female player replied: "Is this important?"

   With Xiaomei's puzzled expression, the female player sat on the chair next to her. She overlooked this peaceful and peaceful border town through the blurred glass. The screen data of the signal tower flickered, illuminating her side face with a cold white light.

   "There are indeed many people who like him, but it is too sad to like him without an ending," said the female player.

   "Then why..." Xiaomei said.

   "Do you want to hear it? It's not an interesting story," said the female player.

   "I want to hear it." Xiaomei said.

   Everything about him, she wanted to hear.

  The female player smiled and lowered her head:

   "Three months ago, I was in depression, I only cried all day and all night. I was afraid of zombies, bones, and all monsters in the dungeon.

   As I was sitting in the park weeping, a small group of missionaries passed by me, and they gave me a copy of "Notes from the Lighthouse," and they said that everyone can play their part. "

   When the female player said this, she smiled lightly and slowly:

   "I didn't take it seriously at the time, I just went to search for Su Ming'an's live broadcast. As a result, the more I watched it, the more addicted I became. I think he can be so good as a peer, why can't I?"

"The day he taught at Constantine, my mother was mentally ill, and I had been in despair for half a month. But his piano sound woke me up... At that time, I was thinking, he can have such a heavy burden. Such a beautiful piano sound, why can't I bloom?"

  The female player raised her head and looked at the white lights on the ceiling, the warm mist lingering on the tip of her nose:

   "He didn't help me for a moment, but he always helped me invisible, encouraging me to go on. No matter where he was - as long as I looked up, I could see him.

  I think this is the lighthouse.

   At least, I was illuminated. "

   When she was talking about this long narration, Xiaomei seemed to see a flower blooming. The light in the female player's pupils is very bright.

   "You seem to know him very well." Xiaomei said.

   The female player smiled embarrassedly.

   "He's a very attractive person to me."

   She snapped her fingers, as if missing and condemned:

   "He's a man who often doesn't speak his mind. Sometimes it's painful, but he always carries it by himself without saying a word.

   Obviously very tired, but he always likes to squeeze himself to the limit, not sleeping for several days.

   Obviously afraid of losing his companions, but he always deliberately showed a cold look and did not let others hold his handle.

   My favorite thing to say is 'It's okay. Not tired. Do as I say'...but I wish he would say 'I'm so tired, help me, help me'. Only then can anyone see his exhaustion. But he never said it. "

  The female player said here, paused for a while, and raised her eyebrows:

   "But a lot of people like him because he is who he is.

  I thought if I could see him, I would have to say these things to him, I would give him a gift, I would like him to know that someone actually loves him. "

   Hearing these words, Xiaomei lowered her eyes, her tone was very low, as if she was tearing at the sticky air:

"…Love."

   She looked at the high-spirited female player, clenched the script in her hand, her chest was stuffy, something seemed to be blocked.

   She suddenly didn't want to wait any longer.

   Even though it was out of reach, even though it was just her humble yearning... She wanted to tell him everything in her heart.

   Tell him to rest more.

   told him she was willing to accompany him to face everything.

   told him that someone actually loves him very much, and many, many people love him, including her.

  There are countless words mixed in her throat, just like the fog in front of her eyes was suddenly revealed—

  —she must tell him.

  Since she is the so-called "key person for customs clearance", then she will no longer worry about her specialness. She wants to take advantage of his attention, come to him in person, and tell him in person—

   In her eyes,

   He is the most perfect and colorful dream.

   She liked him very much.

  …

   "Sigh!"

The    tremors stretched out, and the entire building shook violently.

  “锵—!”

  The sword of Yarman dazzled with a layer of dazzling golden light, and the blade was clanging, as if it resonated with the user.

  This gold-level weapon finally showed its full strength in Su Mingan's full-scale battle. The 200~500 points of real damage attached to each sword made the defense shield of the mechanical army seem like a dummy. When a sword went down, the defense shield broke like a broken egg shell, like hot magma slashed into ice water.

  …

  [Absolute Suppression: Your attack has an "absolute first move" effect on any existence with a combat power lower than 5000, reducing the control and damage of all opponents' subsequent attacks. 】

  …

   Under the bug-level passive of "absolute suppression", every sword that Su Mingan cuts has the highest priority. As long as the opponent's combat strength does not exceed 5,000 points, his blade will reduce all the opponent's attacks - including bullets, explosions, cold weapons, and even wind and fire.

As if holding up a golden shield composed of sword blades, he stepped in the rain that covered his knees, his pupils reflected a layer of sharp golden light, his arms were numb from wielding the sword for a long time, and he still couldn't move for a moment. Cut before stopping.

   It is now nine twenty-two in the evening, and the control of the dawn system has advanced to 85%.

   "Boom!"

   The corridor in front of him already showed a sunken void, full of metal fragments and blue blood. The wreckage of most of the mechanical army was torn apart and poured down from the glass on both sides. If you look at it from a distance, a large corpse of the mechanical army will fall on this floor every second, like a heavy metal rain.

   After throwing the last space vibration, Su Mingan had 4760 mana on the verge of running out.

   He couldn't remember how many mechanical armies he slaughtered. They are like a steady stream of locusts, reaping one pinch after another.

   "Ding dong!"

   A pleasant system prompt sounds:

  …

  【You are about to be promoted to a (fifth-level one) player! Please complete the advanced tasks to advance. 】

   [Five-level advanced tasks:

  1. The construction degree of the personal alliance station has reached 2000 points (to be completed)

  2. The combat power reaches 3000 points (completed)

  3. Post a post on the World Forum and get (100 million/player personal world rankings) popularity (to be completed)]

  …

   With a prompt sound, Su Mingan's level was forced to stop at the fifth level, but the experience gained would not be stuck, it would be replenished at one time after he leveled up.

   "Personal Alliance Station" is a section he has never heard of before. It should be opened after he returns to the world of the Lord God. The world game will be updated every once in a while, maybe... the version 0.03 of the world game is about to start.

   "Om, hum, hum—"

   He looked directly at the mechanical army in front of him, and he was close to the limit - his mana was on the verge of running out, the wheelchair barrier had disappeared, and his whole body was sore and numb. God's calculations for him were very precise, and it was indeed difficult for him to last until the end.

but-

   He suddenly heard the sound of Toba flapping.

   "Shhh la la—"

  —Why is there the sound of Toba here?

   It was as if a vast expanse of light was shining in the bright red warning lights, and the sound of glass breaking crackled,

He turned his head, and on the corridor - there were hundreds of white birds gathered, their wings as pure as lilies, they smashed the windows and rushed into the corridor full of scarlet warning lights, like red and white flowing in a river Alternating roses.

   Countless flocks of birds rushed into the room, screaming and neighing, feathers as sharp as blades, like a storm of sharp blades. They desperately attacked those mechanical armies and shared the pressure for Su Mingan.

   "Squeaky-"

   "Crash-"

The sound of flapping wings, the sound of feathers flying, the sound of hitting the glass... Some of them swept past Su Ming'an and rammed into Noah's room resolutely, using sharp beaks and claws to help Noah block those Attack in the shadows.

   (end of this chapter)