"——Welcome everyone to the dinner."

Akto wore a white suit similar to Su Mingan's. The well-tailored suit outlined his slender figure. He raised his glass to people from a distance.

The aura on his body was not sharp or evil, but it was enough to suppress everyone. Su Mingan noticed that there was a red-haired woman following Akto, who seemed to be Feisi.

Under the golden light, Akto walked slowly down the steps. There was a clear and vast aura in his eyes:

"I have always believed that reputation and virtue are the decorations of the soul. Without them, although the body is beautiful, it should not be considered beautiful. Just understanding the unique beauty in you is a proposition that interests me very much."

The light fell on his shoulders, and his dark gray pupils reflected these richly dressed men and women. He walked past the dessert table covered with white tablecloth, and the silver candlesticks glowed with a layer of gold and silver luster.

His hands were folded, as if he was observing and thinking.

"Obviously, everyone here is very beautiful in my eyes. I like your appearance." He faced people's gaze forward, stopped, and raised the red wine glass on the small table beside him: "May you be so beautiful.

, have a nice night here.“

People raised their glasses again.

Glittering crystal cups, sun-like crystal ceilings, sparkling diamonds on people's dresses. These dazzling haloes were dazzling. Su Mingan squinted his eyes - the Akto in his memory was...

Such a person?

Not like.

Akto doesn't like using mechanical legs, so he has been sitting in a wheelchair. This person is unlikely to be Akto, more like a god.

The god stood on the stage, and the people who believed in him stood under the stage. Their eyes were all vaguely blood-red.

This is a gorgeous paradise, but it is occupied by demons.

Suddenly, Akto tilted his wrist, and in a flash, he poured red wine on his white collar, staining his chest. The blood-colored liquid slid down the white suit and seeped into the red carpet.

"By the way, I don't like people's chests being too clean." He threw away the empty cup in his hand: "This shows that they only care about arranging their collars and paying attention to flashy appearance. I prefer you to be bloody.

Whether it's clothes covered with frost or collars dyed red with blood, that's the kind of human being I love. I don't want the roots of humanity to be lost, and the righteousness of humanity to be bound to the inescapable individual survival. In short -

"

"I like how you are paving the way for the future." He has a charm that makes everyone superstitious about him.

It seems that just a few words can defraud gamblers of all their chips.

People spilled the red wine in their hands on their chests one after another, as if this was some kind of unified sacrificial act. The bright red wine fell down their clothes, leaving circles of marks on the smooth porcelain stone, like burning

Exhausted death fire.

Such a neat and uniform scene seemed to be singing in unison. Between the fragrant clothes and shadows on the temples, they shouted - We praise your great deeds.

We praise your name. May you always lead us. "..."

Su Ming'an felt that this Akto was more and more weird. His words had the magic power to confuse people. Even if he said some incomprehensible words, it was like he had a missionary halo skill.

"Then, please enjoy this dinner." Akto said the last word and left the banquet hall. He did not come to Su Ming'an alone, as if Su Ming'an did not exist.

"I'm going out for a while." Su Mingan said to Cheng Luohe and walked out.

After leaving the banquet hall, the cold and humid air came towards him, and Su Mingan's blushing face began to fade. He stood at the door for a moment and heard people talking:

"It is said that the city lord is working on the eight-type personality recently! It seems that he wants to establish a new class order and use personality to divide classes..."

"Then we must have superior personalities. Haha, thinking about our contribution in the War of Dawn, the city lord will not treat us badly..."

Connected front to back.

Counting the time, Akto is almost ready to build the City of Measurement. The city-state that divides personalities based on the dawn system has begun to take shape.

Su Mingan walked out, but did not see Akto's figure. Outside this door was a fountain garden, and the faint chirping of insects could be heard on the stone paved path. The garden was full of roses and lilies, and in the simulated

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Under the light and smell, they look like real flowers.

He heard the sound of a swing swinging. He looked closer and saw a black-haired father and son talking under the moonlight. The boy's short legs were swinging on the swing.

"Why don't you go to the dinner? We are all here, why are you so angry?" The father educated his son.

"I don't like that city lord! I don't want to go in and see him! He is just a tyrant!" The boy looked unconvinced.

When the father heard this, a look of shock appeared on his face, and he immediately reached out to cover the boy's mouth. Such a brief insult could bring death to the whole family.

"Don't say this kind of thing for the rest of your life, keep it in your stomach and never say it out at home!" Father said: "You just need to work hard for the city-state and don't have any small ideas! Don't play with your little resistance friends! Those They are all bad boys!"

A gust of cold wind blew, and the rose bushes rustled. Su Mingan approached the father and son, and his eyes caressed the middle-aged father's face for a while.

After a while, Su Mingan said: "Yao Wen?"

The middle-aged father was slightly startled. He turned his head, revealing a face full of vicissitudes of life, with cloudy eyes. "Do you know me? Who are you?" the middle-aged father said.

This young boy who took the risk to lure the enemy away during the War of Dawn and was never heard from again grew up safely, even got married and had children, turning into a middle-aged man who obeyed the city-state and lost his blood.

Su Mingan said: "Today's city lord has suddenly become cruel and ruthless. Who do you think I am?"

Yaowen's eyes flickered for a while, seeming to confirm, but also seeming to hesitate. His fingers rubbed the skin on the back of his neck, as if arranging his hair.

He remained silent, only his son happily said: "Brother, you are here to overthrow the city lord, right! I support you! That bad city lord has captured many of my friends!"

"I'm sorry, children can't speak." Yaowen pulled his son back and looked away: "I don't know you."

The honorific words have obviously been used, which means that Yaowen has guessed Su Mingan's true identity, but he still has to be blind.

"...I understand." Su Mingan said.

Looking at Yaowen, he seemed to see many adults whose edges had been smoothed away, gradually becoming smooth and sophisticated, and giving up many things for stability. People said this is called growth - it is very rational, and it is the best combination of all factors. Judge, he will not accuse.

He turned around.

"——That." Yaowen still couldn't help but speak, and told Su Mingan some information: "The city lord's real mother was mean and often abused the city lord when he was a child. She died before the catastrophe of the century. So in two dimensions, the city lord simulated He created the image of his ideal mother, named Feisi - she likes to give him milk and likes to nag. She is essentially the character template of his mother. So when she got along with us, she would look like a mother who was too young. "

Su Ming'an nodded. Yaowen actually knew the truth about the two-dimensional world, but it was a pity that he couldn't share the same journey. He was about to take a step, and Yaowen said again:

"——Only by obeying the gods can humans survive. All those who resisted were arrested, including Sen. Wasn't it?"

This is to persuade him to surrender.

Perhaps in Yaowen's eyes, Su Ming'an's current situation makes it impossible to seize power in Doomsday City.

"Sen is the benefactor who took you in at the beginning. But now you say it in such a frivolous tone." Su Mingan said: "How sad, that is your senior."

He didn't want to stay any longer, but he heard Yaowen crying: "I'm sorry... I don't have any seniors who can't see the reality clearly."

Su Ming'an turned his head and saw Yao Wen, whose face was full of tears under the moonlight. He was already old, and muddy tears were flowing down his ravine-like face. He was holding his little son, carrying it slightly on his back. Time has not only taken away some people

Their youthful appearance has also smoothed their pride.

"If you can't see the reality clearly...it's useless no matter how passionate you are..." Yaowen choked with sobs: "City Lord, I am no longer a young boy who will sacrifice myself. I have a wife and son. I'm sorry that I can't

Follow you..."

He removed his fingers from the back of his neck, and a few strands of black hair were scattered on the ground. Su Mingan stopped stopping and walked towards the banquet hall.

Only one large and one small child were left under the moonlight, standing next to the empty swing, drawing out long black shadows.

"Click."

Su Mingan quietly entered the banquet hall. On the high platform, Akto

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He was sitting in front of a piano and playing, his fingers seemed to be pulling the flowing moonlight.

...Historically, Acto did know how to play the piano.

Su Ming'an had heard this piano piece before. It was a variation of the Song of Freedom. It was ironic that this piece of music that declared war on the gods was actually played by the gods themselves.

When the song ended, Akto walked off the stage, and the men and women at the banquet applauded and complimented him with all their praises.

"It's just a personal hobby, it's nothing." Akto said modestly. Suddenly, he moved his eyes and raised his voice:

"I heard - there is another person in this banquet hall who is good at the piano. Can we let him play a piece for us?"

His voice penetrated the huge banquet hall. People's eyes wandered around, trying to find this person. "Some of us can play the piano?" "Who..." "It is really an honor for this person to be remembered by the city lord...

…“

Cheng Luohe immediately grabbed Su Ming'an's sleeve: "Sir, don't stand up, let him be embarrassed alone."

But soon, Cheng Luohe discovered that this was wrong. Even though no one knew that Su Ming'an could play the piano, the players present knew that they all looked at the sofa where Su Ming'an was sitting.

——The players’ gaze betrayed Su Mingan.

At this moment, Akto looked at Su Mingan at the right time and said with a smile: "Can I ask you to come up and play a song? The new commander of the underground city."

People looked solemn.

Anyone who has anything to do with the dungeon will cause large-scale purges and massacres, but now the city lord actually invites the chief of the dungeon...

Amid everyone's nervous, joking, hesitant, and hesitant gazes, Su Mingan raised his head and said calmly: "No." He rejected Akto. Everyone held their breath. According to past experience, the city lord would be furious.

"Can you tell me the reason?" Akto was very patient.

"If I play, I will make your skills worthless." Su Mingan said. The banquet hall became audible.

After a moment of silence, Akto said in an authentic manner: "It doesn't matter, I really want to feel your music."
To be continued...