MTL - First Player-Chapter 752 Seven hundred and fifty

   There was silence for a while.

  [Mu team (21:37):. . . . 】

  【Team Mu (21:38): Okay. You have experienced the "emotional resonance device", the gods used it on you once. 】

  【Su Mingan (21:38): I know. 】

  【Team Mu (21:38): You go to use it actively, it should contain all the memories of Akto himself, if you can not collapse in emotional resonance, you will definitely gain the ability to improve the winning rate. 】

   Looking at this proposal, Su Mingan paused for three seconds again.

   He recalled the feeling of being forced to experience emotional resonance an hour ago—a lot of voices would flood into his brain, and his five senses and emotional thoughts seemed to be taken over by someone, as if he had become an Akto at that moment.

   This kind of empathy is like smashing his own life and washing him into another person with a lot of other people's emotions and memory fragments.

  【Su Ming’an (21:38): In that case, isn’t it just in line with the will of the gods? He originally wanted to increase my resonance and then completely invade me. 】

  【Team Mu (21:38): So it is very dangerous, I do not recommend you to do it. ] [Su Ming'an (21:38): Team Mu, who are you? 】

  [Mu Team (21:38):. . . . . 】

  【Su Ming’an (21:38): Actually, if you didn’t say it, I almost guessed it. 】

  【Team Mu (21:38): I don’t know you. 】

  【Su Ming'an (21:39): You also sent me "Long time no see" at the beginning. ] [Team Mu (21:39): I sent it wrong, it was a quick message. 】

  【Su Ming’an (21:39): Stop pretending, I actually miss you too. 】Su Mingan typed here, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

  —He didn’t actually guess who Team Mu was at all, and this pretentious intimacy tone was just numbing the other party.

   There is no information enough to make a decision, and he will not make guesses.

  【Team Mu (21:39): So, are you going? 】

  Su Ming'an narrowed his eyes slightly and moved his fingers.

  【Su Ming’an (21:39): Don’t go. 】

  Su Ming'an's decisive refusal seemed to shock Team Mu, and there was silence for a while before the words flashed.

  【Team Mu (21:41): This is fine, then you can find a safe place to restore your mana. 】

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  Su Ming'an's current full mana is 4760 points, and the recovery speed is 60 points per minute. Combined with the public cooldown of the blue potion, it takes about an hour to restore the full mana.

   He rejected Team Mu, just to see Team Mu’s reaction and see if Team Mu would rush him to emotionally resonate.

   In fact, no matter what, Su Mingan will definitely try it. So far, he has only obtained three fragmentary memories of Akto. If he can obtain the complete memory of Akto, he will not let it go.

  Noah persisted in the resonance for a full fifteen minutes. Su Mingan believed that he would not be lower than this time.

  【Su Ming’an (21:41): Where is the nearest resonance device? 】

  【Team Mu (21:41): I will show you the way, there is a relatively safe position. 】

  ・・・

   "-Sir! Sir!"

   Stepping into the rain, three scarred mercenaries suddenly rushed towards Su Mingan. They looked happy, as if they had accomplished some big task.

  "—Sir! Just during the day, our "Eagle Horn" hired team discovered Lin Guang's residence. There are hundreds of photos and portraits of you in the villa." A young man excitedly reported to Su Ming'an:

   "That abominable executioner is still cursing you, but fortunately we blew up his residence!" This group of people turned out to be taking credit.

   "Thank you for your hard work." Su Mingan said.

   He hadn't heard from Lin Guang for a long time, and he didn't expect this person to be dead.

   Although he guessed, Lin Guang's collection of those photos and portraits was not necessarily to curse him. But that's what the world sees. The wicked are always wicked, and they should not be whitewashed and undeserving of forgiveness.

   Whatever evil you commit, you sow the fruit. Being

   It is reasonable to speculate with the greatest malicious intent. Su Mingan had no sympathy for Linguang.

"He also imprisoned and brainwashed a lot of children, and we rescued them." A female mercenary next to him also looked happy: "Although Lin Guang killed most of our Eagle Horn team, he failed to stop us. His strength must have dropped a lot - if he still dares to play some tricks, you must kill him yourself!"

   The third mercenary said: "When you knocked him out of the City of God, he must have hated you, you must be careful."

  Su Ming'an's eyes moved slightly.

"This is a thing we detained when we copied Linguang's house. He kept this thing in the locker. It must be very precious. We are here to present it to you." The mercenary stretched out his hands and held the thing to Su Mingan .

   Amidst the torrential rain, the object actually glowed with a hint of emerald green light—it was a flute.

  The body of the flute is like solidified emeralds, with a very high-grade color and lustre, with clear yellow tassels like a tie. When Su Mingan took the flute, he saw a line of small, crooked characters on the body of the flute.

   "This line of distorted text, we can't understand its meaning, it may be some kind of curse pattern, or even related to Hewei's conspiracy, you must be careful." Seeing this, the female mercenary quickly reminded.

  Su Mingan stared at the small characters on the flute.

   He wiped the rain on the flute and quickly understood the meaning of the words.

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   There is no curse pattern.

   There is no other conspiracy.

   This is just an ugly line of Dragon Kingdom characters—【Gift to Lewis in the future】. However, in the eyes of outsiders, things collected by the wicked, even if they are blessings, will be regarded as curses.

   This "gift to Lewis in the future" flute finally came to him, although it was not in the form of a gift, but in the form of being robbed and paid tribute after the house was raided.

  Su Mingan hung the flute on his waist.

   "I see." He said, "After the war is over, we will talk about rewards and punishments."

   "Yes, yes yes." When several people heard the word "reward", they immediately smiled. Su Mingan turned around and walked towards the thick rain curtain.

  The dark clouds were heavy, and the rainstorms continued.

   Above the field, a young man with white hair has been walking for a long time.

   He was wearing a milk tea-colored scarf and a brown-black robe that blended in with the darkness in the rain. In order to experience the "pain caused by the cold", his skin was already bluish-white, and his fingers had cracked frost marks.

   He held a stack of piano scores given to him by the frozen soldiers and walked to the area near Doom City, a peaceful town.

  Because the regime change only happens inside Doomsday City, and other areas are still peaceful, people in these areas don’t even know about the “fake city lord”, let alone that turmoil has occurred in Doomsday City.

  Hey, is there a war in Doomsday City? Look at the thick black smoke over there. ' a grocer's wife whispered to her guests.

   "It's only been peaceful for a few years. It is said that the city lord has been strictly governed for the past six years. Could it be that the people below are dissatisfied with this?" the guest said.

"Oh, the current city lord is also very good. With him, we can put on clothes and not starve to death. Why should we come?" Some people want to fight, regardless of people's lives."

  Linguang silently watched the black smoke wafting up in the distance, just about to take a step, but kicked something soft.

   "Wow, woof!"

   He kicked a puppy, skinny and hungry. Lin Guang squatted down and stared at the puppy for a while. The puppy has a fierce face and is full of vigilance against strangers.

  Linguang took it out in his arms and threw a few pieces of jerky to the puppy with a blank expression.

   The puppy tentatively raised its head, and Lin Guang watched it coldly as it finished eating. When it was about to dance around Lin Guang to thank him, he kicked the puppy violently.

   This kick was extremely hard, and the puppy was kicked directly to the earth wall in the distance. "Woo." It whimpered.

   "His face is grateful at peak times, and his face is fierce at times of trough. Even dogs are like this, so how can humans not become inflamed." Lin Guang took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped his boots stained with dog hair:

   "Jerky will be eaten, and once there is no more, all they want is your meat."

   "No human being will help you for free like me. They don't even want to eat their own jerky. They will only treat you as a spare piece of meat. When necessary, they will kill you."

   "So... don't take humans lightly, understand? Lewis." No one responded to him.

   The puppy lay on the ground and whimpered. The aunt and uncle who were chatting next to him thought that he had encountered a mental illness, and immediately closed his door. "Boom boom boom" sounded the sound of several rolling shutter doors landing. Only Lin Guang was left holding an umbrella, isolated in the rainstorm.

   His eyes were stiff, like a walking dead.

   "Selling paper flowers lilies, roses, tulips, gypsophila."

   At the end of the street, a blind old man was drenched in heavy rain. Her skin was as close to her bones as it had dried, and a bamboo basket full of paper was hanging on her chest. In the last days, there will always be old people with such difficult lives.

   Lin Guang didn't move, and the grandmother accidentally bumped into him. Her silver threads drooped in the torrential rain like withered velvet flowers.

   seems to have bumped into a young man? "The blind old lady didn't know that she ran into the demon during the Battle of the Dawn. She raised her head and smiled and said, "Young man, do you want to buy paper flowers?" I will stack lilies, roses, and tulips. "

   The ruined world has almost no flowers. So even hand-folded paper flowers have monetary value because people are so desperate for them.

  Lin Guang was stunned for a moment.

   His fingers rubbed the lines of the lily on the gun body around his waist. In the past forty years, he has actually learned a lot. For example, interacting with people.

   For example, smile naturally. For example, several new flute pieces.

   For example, what you want should be exchanged for money, not robbed. "Lily." Lin Guang said.

   "Okay, okay." The grandmother pulled out a piece of paper. She stretched her head forward as much as she could, blocking the rain with all her strength. The frostbitten fingers folded a few times, and a paper lily appeared in her hand.

   "What shall I exchange?" Ling Guang said.

   "Forget it, this paper has been soaked in the rain. I'll give it to you." The grandmother smiled.

   "I'll replace it with an umbrella. I want your flowers not to get wet by any rain." Lin Guang said. He can't steal other people's things.

   His friends hate this behavior.

   The "lady" grandma still wanted to refuse.

   "Take it! Or I'll kill you!" Lin Guang's brows were filled with anger, and his pupils were filled with guilt. He coldly grabbed the grandmother's hand. It was an act of giving, but he made it look like a robbery.

   He did learn a lot.

   For example, cherish some things that are difficult to appear in the ruined world, such as flowers.

   "But, boy, what are you going to do?" The old grandmother held the umbrella, a little at a loss. "I still have an umbrella." Lin Guang didn't want to be entangled by her.

   Another example is to learn to use lies.

   He turned and walked towards the hazy heavy rain, which wet his robes in an instant, like a black crow in the rain. The old grandmother held a solid umbrella handle, stopped for a moment, and suddenly said loudly:

   "—Young man, you have such a good heart, you are a good man!"

   "Good people have good rewards, and you will definitely get happiness! I wish you blessings like the East Sea and a long life!" Lin Guang's eyes trembled.

   Nice guy? happiness?

   These positive words never concern him.

   From the moment he has memories, he will always only face the indifference and hatred of human beings. If let him feel the warmth, he will even get burnt.

  In the distance, the bell tower of Doomsday City rang again and again, as if heralding the end of fate. He faced the paper flower in his hand, and the source of light moved, and it turned into a real flower.

   He did not look back, and calmly stepped into the land of Doomsday City.