Just like in the colorful hall of a discotheque for middle-aged and elderly people, Su Mingan kept his eyes focused to prevent being blinded by the surrounding lights.

His barrage in the live broadcast room was more urgent than a mad dog: I won’t let you go! Su Ming’an doesn’t want to leave!]

[This ruined world doesn’t even have spring, and people often die. I would like to call the ninth world the most heartbreaking world. 】

I also want to see you clear the tenth world! I want to read the Xianxia version!!]

[Then I want to watch the sex-transfer version! I want to watch Disney Princess, with Shubao as the Queen of Hearts.]

[I want to see the garden baby, with Lu Shu as a flower and me watering the manure.] [2. Do you really think Lu Shu can come back? 】

[Can you guys be more serious? We are in a boss fight, the gods are right in front of us, and we are talking about pouring manure? I just want to scold you... Why don't you take me with you?]

[Tree treasure lovers will assassinate you all sooner or later (Crawling in the dark.jpg)] [1]

"What are you looking at?" God saw Su Ming'an's gaze and said calmly.

Su Mingan looked away from the barrage. Now was not the time to read these offensive remarks.

Unexpectedly, the god stared into his eyes and said coldly:

"Are you watching the barrage? What are they saying, advising you not to stay, right? Or are they persecuting Lu Shu with words?"

Su Mingan's eyes trembled. At this moment, he felt as if he had been broken from the fourth level.

"When they need you, these audiences will praise you higher than anyone else, calling you "hero" and "number one player". When they don't need you, they assume that you will rule them brutally." The god said: "They

The reason they don’t want you to leave is because they don’t want to give up the weight of points on you. If they can get a higher weight of points by letting you go, they will definitely give up on you. You know these truths better than I do.”

Su Mingan remained motionless, neither refuting nor confirming.

In his live broadcast room, people actually started to argue with God from a distance:

【You are talking nonsense! You are despicable!】

[I really want to kick this bastard, you bitch is so pretentious.]

[There is no problem with what they said. If one day the organizer said that only by killing Su Mingan can you clear the world game, wouldn't you take action? At most, you would be like the people in the ruined world, crying at the top of your lungs a few times and then taking up arms.

Start drying.]

[No! I really love Su Ming'an! Love love love love - one mouth, one mouth! Boo-boo-boo.]

[If you really love him, you won’t stay in the live broadcast room. 】

[Oatmeal, add group number: 246158...]

…

"What are you looking at again?"

The god's gaze was always fixed on Su Mingan's eyes, as if through an invisible dimensional barrier, he accurately guessed the audience's reaction.

"I didn't see anything." Su Mingan said.

"I think... some of the viewers now are probably refuting me, and some are agreeing with me. Or they are selling movies, tea, and peripherals..." God released the live broadcast in the live broadcast room.

"Since you even know this, you should also know my answer." Su Mingan said.

God's coverage is extremely broad. War, policy, human nature, dimensions, and even world games and dungeons, why can't I guess his answer.

"I want to hear your answer to me myself," the god said.

"Then I'll answer you." Su Mingan's voice was like a swirling wind: "I refuse to stay."

"Even for such a rabble?"

"Even such a rabble."

What Su Mingan didn't finish was that he didn't love him so much that he even loved this rabble. It's just that among this rabble, there were people like Yue Yue, Nuoer, Lin Yin, and Mo Yan.

"As expected." The god put his hands in his pockets and looked at Lin Guang: "The talks have broken down, let's take action."

Under the bright disco lights, Lin Guang lowered his head, and half of his face looked like a thick oil painting, making it difficult to see the emotions in his eyes for a while.

When the god became impatient, he spoke.

"I still want to persuade him."

"Stop wasting time. Su Ming'an can't agree. No matter which world copy he has, he has never agreed to stay." The god lowered his head and looked at the time on his watch.

The next moment, Lin Guang was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He suddenly became furious: "You clearly promised me before - saying that as long as I resonate emotionally, you can keep him. Now you don't even have time to persuade him.

Don’t give it to me! Then why should I cooperate with you? What will I gain if he dies?”

Hearing this, the god sneered and looked at Lin Guang like he was looking at a small animal: "It's not that I haven't given you a chance. If you are more cruel and if you are more serious when you activate the emotional resonance just now, he can still be awakened by Team Mu.

?”

Su Mingan was startled. It turned out that Lin Guang kept the emotional resonance just now?

He looked at the two black and white Hengha generals in front of him - Lin Guang stared at the god with an annoyed look on his face. The god still had a calm expression, but he could faintly see that he was anxious. The two of them, one ice and one fire, were very suitable for singing duet.

After hearing what the god said, Lin Guang became even more angry, and his eyebrows almost flew away: "Otherwise? If the emotional resonance makes him collapse, who can I turn to to listen to the music? You haven't given me the paint I asked for, and until now I

Not a single painting has been drawn, there are hundreds of pencil drafts, and not a single completed one has been colored!”

The god said calmly: "Even trivial things are taken care of. It's really an ill-fed dog. How do I watch the World Game describe your Samoyed? It's true, it's just a dog."

Lin Guang missed the key point as always: "I'm better than a Samoyed!"

The god said: "You are really comparing yourself to a dog."

Su Ming'an watched the two people quarreling in silence, as if he were an outsider. On this night of decisive battle that related the fate of two worlds, he was actually here watching cross talk.

"Do it immediately, you have lost the bet, remember." The god slowed down his tone. "Wait a moment."

"We can't wait any longer. Some people have started to wake up." God glanced at the night outside the window. Xiaomei's world live broadcast was still continuing: "You don't have to kill Su Ming'an, but at least you can't let him run away."

Lin Guang's facial muscles were twisted, and his eyes flickered hesitantly.

"Crack!" The sound of the hose being dragged was heard. As soon as Su Mingan heard the sound, he immediately started spatial displacement.

After landing, he looked back and saw hoses coming from the direction of the elevator, like a flooding Red Sea.

With two "click" and "click" sounds, they did not attack Su Ming'an. Instead, they made a curve and connected to Lin Guang's back. They were like pythons gnawing on his back.

Su Ming'an remembered that in the City of Gods, Lin Guang was always connected to these scarlet hoses - what was Lin Guang doing with them at that time?

Is Lin Guang receiving emotional resonance all the time? How could this not be crazy?

"boom--!"

The next moment Linguang connects the hose.

Lin Guang suddenly turned around, raised his foot, and suddenly kicked out the smiling god next to him. There were only a few "crash" sounds of glass shattering, and the god was kicked out in an upside-down position, breaking the side of the door. The glass disappeared into the night sky above the building.

Before being kicked out, the god even kept a confident smile on his face. He did not expect that he would be kicked out suddenly by Lin Guang.

Amidst the hum of the building, the noise of the heavy rain beating against the glass outside the window seemed distant. The thunder in the distant night sky disappeared, like a crouching blue dragon.

Cold wind and heavy rain poured in along the gap in the kicked-out glass, and water gradually accumulated under his feet. Lin Guang pulled back his legs, with a relieved expression on his face.

Su Mingan looked out through the gap in the glass. In the vast night, it was difficult to see even the stars of the city. The dense rain curtain blocked his sight. As for the god, he didn't know where he had fallen.

"..." The space in Su Ming'an's hand was shaking slightly, and he didn't know whether he should throw out this attack.

In the end, Su Mingan could only say: "It's good to kick."

This shouldn't mean that Lin Guang and the gods have broken down. Lin Guang's kick should just be to vent his anger, not really to break up.

"Are you happy?" Lin Guang's chest heaved violently, and his face was flushed with vent. He looked at Su Ming'an.

"A few more kicks." Su Mingan nodded.

"Okay, I'll kick him again when he comes back." Linguang said, "How many kicks will you make before you stay?"

"Su Mingan shook his head: "This is not a calculation problem. Any number multiplied by zero is zero."

Lin Guang said again: "Is it because you don't want to stay because this is not a good ending for you? You seem to have always been obsessed with a perfect ending."

"Of course, this is my mission." Su Mingan said. In a sense, this is also his mission to survive in the world.

Lin Guang's vision trembled faintly, as if the day was gradually disappearing into the night. His fists tightened, and the white veins on his wrists jingled.

"What about the process?" Lin Guang asked: "What about the passers-by in your life before this ending? In just twenty days, in dozens of dungeons... passers-by like us Woolen cloth?"

Su Mingan was slightly startled.

..... Lin Guang seems to have suddenly enlightened?

In the past, Lin Guang couldn't understand anything, and he couldn't understand what "love" meant. He was like a stupid fool. But now, he even understands the concept of world copy.

As time goes by, Lin Guang seems to be getting more and more "perfect".

Whether it's the carefully practiced smile, the thousands of paintings drawn day and night, or these words, they are becoming closer and closer to normal people.

But it's too late. Whether it's the two or three days left in the dungeon or the historical process of the final chapter, it's already too late for Lin Guang's slow progress.

After this night, there will be either the birth of dawn or the endless night, and there will be no middle number. The tug of war between them has come to an end, and there can be no ending that both parties want. A happy ending for one party is just a nightmare for the other party. .

"Do you like a good ending?" Lin Guang asked.

"Of course." Su Mingan said.
To be continued...