MTL - First Player-Chapter 791 Seven hundred and ninety

  Chapter 791 Chapter seven hundred and ninety · "I'm waiting for a spring. (1

  The long wind engulfed the whole world.

  A bright red butterfly floats in the night sky, sprinkled crystal phosphorous powder along the way, like a shining galaxy swaying.

  The night sky in the distance stretches, blending smoothly in the skyline, just like the spring breeze blowing through layers of leaf waves. The flow of people in a city-state is like a swarm of ants, gathering and running on the ground.

   "The building is collapsing, everyone be careful!" Among the crowd, Xi beckoned the people to evacuate.

   "There is still a mechanical army ahead! Higurashi, you destroy them with me!" Noel's voice came from between the buildings.

   "What's the situation now? Where's Su Mingan? I want to listen to his leadership." Someone in the crowd asked.

   "Everyone listen to the command! Don't mess up! The first player must have something to do!" Someone answered spontaneously.

   "The battle is not over yet! Be careful of the mechanical army!"

  The building collapsed, and the entire ground trembled. Such a huge movement awakened many soldiers and civilians who were sleeping in emotional resonance.

  A civilian girl who just woke up rubbed her eyes, then raised her head suddenly.

   "Mom! Look, there is a huge butterfly in the sky!" She pointed to the sky excitedly.

  Her mother looked up and saw the beauty too.

   "Really, it's like a fire, so beautiful," murmured her mother.

   Many people also noticed the movement in the sky and raised their heads.

  —From a long distance, people can see the red butterfly at a glance.

It flies in the night sky with beautiful phosphorescence, and the fiery red butterfly wings slowly unfold and close together, as if there is an elegant rhythm, and the sparkling phosphor powder is floating, like a diamond condensed in the dense night. The Milky Way is as beautiful as a dream.

  It flows in people's eyes, like a fairy tale symbolizing a beautiful elf. Even if many cruel things have happened to this land, it seems that it will be blown away by the wind.

   "Look, Mom, there seems to be someone on the butterfly?" The little girl saw something with her sharp eyes: "That must be the flower fairy—it is the flower fairy!"

   "Really? Is it the flower fairy in fairy tales?"

   "Is it the flower fairy who will bring spring?"

  Many children raised their heads, and the Fei Die in the night sky was so conspicuous that they could be seen at a glance.

  Like a bird breaking through the clouds, pushing away the waves of leaves, Fei Die rushed towards the darker night.

  On the Feidie, Lin Guang's hair fluttered in the sparkling phosphorous powder, he stared at Su Mingan, with his hands on his chest, as if feeling the heartbeat.

  Boom boom, boom boom.

  Heart beats fast, but his voice is very soft, as if to escape into the night:

   "Over the years, I have drawn more than a thousand paintings for you, but unfortunately they were all burned, and I failed to keep one."

   "I have learned Longguo characters, Lu Weisi. I believe I will not write wrong words again. If I can write Spring Festival couplets for you, I can also write very well with brush."

  When Lin Guang said these words, there was a deep loneliness in his tone.

  As if he has always been like this, in his long life, helpless and lonely.

  Swallow pain alone, understand bitterness alone, and feel all negative and non-negative emotions. Any happiness is far away from him, any beauty does not belong to him, and love cannot be touched.

  Even at this moment, the scarlet hose was still dragging behind him, like a flamingo's feathers.

  These scarlet hoses are also known as the "Internet of Everything", just like the "Internet" in the old days. As long as it is connected to the dawn system in the body, it is like implanting a power source into the computer.

   After connecting the hose, everything in Kaiusta will be attributed to omniscience. Including where the firewall is weak, Lin Guang can know.

   Of course, connected to the whole world, he will hear countless resonances.

Sadness, despair, excitement, mourning, joy, sadness... The negative emotions in the world of ruins are always countless times more than the positive emotions-one person's sadness is nothing, but the sadness of the whole world is overwhelming. It is a mountain enough to crush anyone.

  Lin Guang has always carried this mountain on his back.

   Negativity clings to his back like a bloodsucker, gnawing at his senses. Only after leaving the City of Gods can he break free from this bondage.

  His eyes fell on Su Mingan, and he froze for a moment without leaving.

  The white hair fluttered in the wind, like catkins that were about to disperse.

   "Luvis, I never thought that you would actually agree to my request, grab my hand from the heavy hoses, and call my name."

  At this moment, Su Mingan felt the extreme humility in Lin Guang's tone.

   "Violet said, this is a warm feeling. I have never felt it before, but now I feel it." Lin Guang said: "I really... cherish it."

  Su Mingan remained silent.

  If it weren't for the death of Mu Linguang last week, he would only regard Lin Guang as a running dog who was in league with the gods.

  All the warmth Lin Guang has now is based on the cruelty and despair of the previous week.

   It is the retracement of death again and again, which breaks the story to one desperate ending after another. It is his painful death again and again that allows the plot to proceed satisfactorily. All good things were born on his own bones.

   "Wow-wow-" Fei Die flapped her wings once and for all, the butterfly wings cut through the darkness, like the bow of a boat cutting through the water, as if she was going to reach some invisible distance.

Above the city-state, the sound of buildings collapsing can be heard endlessly. Every brick, every piece of glass, every lamp...all collapsed in the explosion. Su Mingan felt that everything in front of him was so fragile, including the dripping wind and rain, the cracked bricks and stones. , and even... the white-haired youth in front of him.

  Lin Guang's white hair was fluttering in the rain, like a fine snow that was about to melt in a winter night, and the snow condensed on the side of his pale face, and light was finally reflected in those pale pupils.

  —Mantis, Fei Die, Hanfu, white hair, tea art, Taihua Mountain in the dream.

  —Paranoid, stubborn, focused, silent, resolute, similar smile and facial features.

Every preference of Lin Guang is very similar to Lu Shu, and every bit of his temperament that he reveals fits well with Lu Shu, and every bit of him is inseparable from Lu Shu's shadow, whether it is facial features, appearance or Habits and hobbies.

   It wasn't until today that Su Ming'an discovered that Lin Guang also liked Hanfu, but because he was too similar to Lu Shu, Lin Guang deliberately avoided this kind of clothing.

   But how could it be avoided.

  The two seem to exist together, one side belongs to light and the other side belongs to shadow.

  Lu Shu gave people the feeling that although he was silent, he was like a rock that would not wear out, or a ray of sunshine behind him that never moved. Even if you don't look back, you can still know that there will be Lu Shu behind you. And Lu Shu himself frankly accepted the fact that "you will care about him".

   In other words, Lu Shu's nature is self-confidence. He believes that he will be cared about, and he believes that his efforts will be rewarded. Even if Su Mingan said that he didn't need it, Lu Shu would take the initiative to offer all the good things he thought were good, waiting to be appeased like a child eager for praise. Because Lu Shu knew that someone would need him.

   But Lin Guang is different.

  He never believed that he would be loved, nor that anyone would care about him. Even if he touches a little bit of warmth, he will be burned, subconsciously thinking that this is "a kind of injury" to him.

  Because I have never made friends, I have never been cared about by anyone, and I will always only face the fear and hatred of the people. He even had to rely on self-mutilation to perceive emotions, and used the wrong method again and again to fly moths to the fire.

  Of course he turned into a flawed shell, stubborn and gloomy, cruel and innocent, like the shadow of Lu Shu.

   Out of control, false, wrong, uncalculable.

   humble, unfortunate, abnormal, unwanted.

  If it is said that Lu Shu is composed of moonlight, tea leaves and pine and bamboo, then for Lin Guang... all negative emotions, all humble, damp, ugly, mud, shadows and blood are combined to form him.

  The difference between him and Lu Shu, in fact, precisely lies in "lucky" and "unlucky".

  Su Mingan moved his eyes, intertwined with Lin Guang's eyes in the night, Lin Guang stared at him, with a trace of undetectable pain mixed in his expression.

  Suddenly, the angry voice of the gods came from the side:

   "—So you fled to the sky."

  In an instant, a heavy cannon was aimed at Su Mingan's direction, like a thunder piercing Feidie.

  In an instant, Fei Die was reduced to pieces.

  The Fei Die under his feet dissipated in an instant, Su Mingan stepped into the air, Lin Guang dragged Su Mingan in time, and rolled onto the platform below.

   "Cough!" Su Mingan coughed up a mouthful of blood, covered his mouth, and stood up quickly, his palms were full of hot and humid touch.

   "click click click click—"

  The sound of a high-altitude helicopter is next to my ears. A jackdaw-like helicopter hangs in the night sky, like the moon hanging upside down. Standing on the hatch, the **** looked down on the two of them, like a falcon catching prey.

   "Lin Guang, I thought you were an idiot, but I didn't expect you to have a brain and want to betray me." The **** said, "But that's it, do you think blowing up the building would be useful?"

   "I'm not an idiot." Lin Guang stood on the platform and drank coldly.

"Ha, ha ha ha..." The **** clapped his hands and laughed: "Everyone thinks you are a fool, everyone—all audiences—all bystanders—think you are a fool, villain, butcher, and executioner. Including Luvis beside you... He hates you so much, you still want to stand by his side, it's really... humble to the extreme, I feel sorry for you, Lin Guang."

   "He's not an idiot." Su Mingan said lightly.

   "Huh?" The **** was a little surprised: "You actually started to speak for him... Su Ming'an. If you knew what Lin Guang's essence is, you would only pity him."

  ... Lin Guang's essence?

  … what is it?

  Su Mingan clenched the hilt of his sword and wanted to ask, but found that the figure of the **** suddenly disappeared.

  It was replaced by Lin Guang's painful voice beside him.

   "Ah... ah ah ah..."

  Lin Guang covered his head, his eyes were bleeding red, his chest heaved violently, and his face had an abnormal flush.

  Su Mingan understood what the gods were doing.

  The gods are invading Lin Guang.

   As the representative of the gods, Lin Guang was the most eroded and easily invaded.

  Once the gods take over Lin Guang's body, they will be able to control the dawn system in Lin Guang's body, and everything will be the same as last week, nothing has changed.

  Su Mingan held the hilt of the sword, but he didn't know how to act. Even if he killed Lin Guang now, it would only be in line with the will of the gods.

   And at this moment,

  He saw Lin Guang's pupils gradually turning bright red. But those eyes kept the last reason, staring at him, as if begging for something.

  At this moment, Su Mingan suddenly reacted.

   There was a sentence that echoed in his mind. Although he still doesn't understand what its specific meaning is and what result it will cause.

  However, the gradually accelerating heartbeat and the most sensitive string in his brain are telling him—this sentence should be used here.

  …

  …

  【—Shoot him. 】

  …

   With a "click", the bullet was loaded, and Su Mingan aimed his gun at Lin Guang.

   Lin Guang, who kept his last sanity, saw Su Mingan pointing a gun at him.

  He smiled with relief, as if he finally saw a correct answer.

   While contending with the consciousness of the gods, he took out the wilting lily, knelt down slowly, and lifted it up high.

   From a distance, he held his head up, the petals in his hand and Su Mingan's cold muzzle seemed to be connected in a straight line.

   "Luvis."

   "I still remember when I first met you...you were in front of the fountain in the garden villa, and the flowers were as beautiful as spring." Lin Guang's facial features moved a bit, the corners of his eyes were drawn down, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

  That is a smile that has been practiced repeatedly for forty years.

   "I really... want to be friends with you."

   “…shot.”

  Su Mingan squeezed the trigger, his eyes trembling. He didn't understand why he shot Lin Guang. But his acuity told him that, at this moment, was exactly what he should do.

  His fingers slowly exerted force, aiming at Lin Guang's heart.

  The broken fluorescence of the butterfly is plated on Lin Guang's white hair, as if it symbolizes destruction and new life.

  In an instant, the light burst out from the muzzle of the gun, like a new dawn—

  …

  …

"boom!"

  …

  (end of this chapter)