The barrage was quarreling, but Su Mingan only looked at the begging eyes of the few people in front of him.

Yang Changxu, who was standing beside him, wanted to say something, but when he thought that the person who was about to die was Lao Qin, he had no right to persuade others to give up his life, he shut up.

"Why, everyone obviously wants to live, I know this is shameless, and I don't want to force you like this, but...but..." Aman said, tears couldn't help but appear in the corners of his eyes: "But... I don't want my companions to die! Why, why... We can all give up the advancement task to protect the people, but you are only concerned about those points at a young age - is the points that perfectly passing the level so important in your eyes!"

"Points are very important." Su Mingan suddenly spoke, and under the gradually quiet night, his eyes gradually sink into the ink.

After capping the bottle plug in his hand, he looked at the woman with tears in his eyes.

"Everything is important," he said.

"Yes, it's not for that little reward..." Aman sobbed and raised his eyelids. Seeing the other party's eyes burning like a pounding dark fire, it hurt her hazy eyes in an instant.

His figure gradually hid under the deviant night, leaving only those pairs of eyes that were still bright.

It was facing her eyes.

...Why do you think of me like this!

Oman gritted his teeth and his anger rose in an instant.

It's so...so selfish!

...You are so young and have never lost your partner - you obviously don't know anything at all!

Her crazy thoughts were connected together, licking her heart like a fire, gradually covering all her reason.

Then, she came up with an idea - since words cannot make the person in front of her give up, just force the antidote! Anyway, anyway... in the end, just make up for him. This is the end of the world. For everyone's life, it is normal for her to take action...

Oman is not particularly righteous at first, and after she can't get what she wants, her mind quickly assimilated with the game.

Her hand instantly received her waist, and the light of the dagger flashed in an instant—

"Aman!" Yang Changxu's slightly panicked stop sound came from behind.

She suddenly pounced on like a cheetah, and her hand stretched out straight, reaching towards the life-saving antidote that was close to her—

"Swish!"

A cold light gradually emerged in front of your eyes.

The cold eyes were still looking at her in silence.

Aman felt a burst of tinnitus in his mind, and a little suddenly rose in his chest, which was heavy, which made her feel almost breathless. She opened her mouth, and her eyes drifted in an instant—

His arm holding the dagger suddenly flew up like a kite, with a colorful blood color, and a beautiful blood flower.

Chocolate bars scattered like fireworks.

The black-haired girl looked at her coldly and hit her throat with a sword.

"Another talk." She bit her hard, and the chocolate bar made a crisp "click" sound, which was particularly loud in the dead room.

The sword light was as cold as snow in an instant:

"The next sword will kill you."

...

The next moment, the barrage exploded and flooded the screen.

"Aman--!" The man let out an almost miserable whine. Aman couldn't maintain his balance and fell down. He could not accept the pain of his broken arm for a moment and fainted.

"Ahhhh-you!!" The eyes of the flat-headed young man turned red. He roared, and he could no longer control his anger. He picked up the stick in his hand and rushed over desperately.

Yueyue's eyes were slightly cold, and her sword was raised, and her eyes had completely locked it.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, an extremely loud sound suddenly sounded when the sword was tense.

Yang Changxu slapped the young man hard.

He withdrew his hands that were red with a heavy face, and the young man who was standing still covered his face with a blank look.

The young man's somewhat stagnant vision slowly sank, sinking to Aman, who was lying in a pool of blood on the ground. Then, he was extremely weak and extremely slowly, as if all the strength in his body was suddenly pulled away, and he fell down, his forehead drooped, and his crying sounded.

"Why...why is this happening...

We just want to save people…”

He lay on the ground, as if he could never stand up again, and let out a whine like a beast being hurt.

"I'm sorry." Yang Changxu walked up and bowed deeply to Su Ming'an with great heavy movements: "It's because we don't know how to advance and retreat, don't know how to be grateful, and we still use this disgusting method to kidnap you. It's our fault. I, Yang Changxu, was saved by you once, and this life is yours, you can use it anyway..."

"Go and find a way to save this woman." Su Mingan said, turning around: "If you want to live and earn points for all humanity - there are blood bottles and tourniquets in the store, and it's still time."

Yang Changxu stood up straight and stared at Su Mingan's back in a daze.

Su Mingan pulled Yueyue with a vigilant look on his face, pinched the antidote with half of the remaining one, and fell into a shadow downstairs step by step.

As I took steps out, the bloody smell that always existed in the air finally became a little lighter, and then the feeling of depression gradually dissipated.

At the entrance of the supermarket, there was a gentle moonlight silent.

Su Mingan let go of Yueyue's hand, put it in his pocket, and walked into the night in an instant.

Under the condensed moonlight, his figure was pulled for a long time.

In the upper right corner, the barrage of crazy quarrels has been mixed, and the supporters and opposition parties are all uninterrupted, but Su Mingan's eyes have never been moved upwards. His eyes were a little calm and a little far-reachingly looking into the distance.

A faint blood came from the wind, and there were zombies inhuman roars in the distance.

...No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a good place to express poetry and painting.

Yueyue walked from behind with the sword and looked at him.

"Stop the live broadcast." She said: "It's so smoky."

She didn't get the response from that person.

Under the moonlight, his eyes that were filled with moonlight were quiet.

"Do you know why I want to start a live broadcast?" Su Mingan said.

Yueyue blinked.

"Spotlight effect." Su Mingan looked at her and smiled: "The despair of the group will bring greater despair. But everyone is currently in such a situation.

Humans are in chaos, their contact information is completely cut off, and even their relatives cannot be found.

In a large and disorderly group, if a leader stands out, in addition to basic abilities and qualities, there must be one thing, that is - the spotlight.

In the spotlight, everyone's eyes are looking in a direction, and naturally form a core point - in that point, all the words of the leader will be conveyed clearly, and the will and ideas of the masses will be naturally driven by nature with the herd and dependence psychology."

He paused slightly, looked up, and looked at the light of the street lights in a slight manner, as if he was looking at hope:

“—If we want to lead such a desperate group so that they can all move forward for a common goal… we must set a clear and firm goal.”

Yueyue blinked again.

She could see his eyes...it was always clear. His eyes were too bright and dazzling, and it was easy for people to ignore the pain in their eyes.

But she has seen him all the way since she was a child, so she can also feel this subtle emotional difference.

The other party... didn't seem to be as excited as he seemed.

On the contrary, he seemed to be talking to someone on purpose, and showed an excited look to confuse someone.

"So, I hope." Su Mingan looked at her: "If everyone is a ship that is lost in the sea, I hope... I can become their target, the people in the most central spotlight- and the ever-stabilizing beacon."

"You can do it." Yueyue said.

His words made her feel that every word had a deep meaning, but looking at the pretend performance made people feel a strange absurdity from the bottom of her heart.

With a breathtaking pressure.

Like a pool of magma, it can burst out with extremely fierce temperatures and can permanently return to silence after a brief dazzling moment.

And she will not let him become an eternal dead fire.

The barrage is full of [what is this anchor narcissistic] [Who is everyone's pointing mark, is he worthy?] [Who does he think he is?].

Su Mingan only looked at Yueyue in his eyes calmly.

...He knew that he was very strange now and threatened to keep winning.

But this behavior is a manifestation he used to confuse the organizer.

[First Player] is a newly grown teenager, a student who has not passed the second grade yet, and an ordinary human who suddenly enters this fantastic world. If a person like him suddenly becomes [First Player], he should be proud, conceited, and full of responsibility.

In fact, he is also establishing this image.

In this way, we should be able to hide the secret of his death and the fact that why he knows that perfect pass is very important.

[The second-year junior boy wants to lead everyone and win the end - what a perfect answer.]

Before the finale was revealed, he was willing to become such a passionate young man.

In such an era, no one is more lucky than anyone, and no one is more unfortunate than anyone.

Mission drives people to overcome obstacles.

“—I’m sleepy.”
To be continued...