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Chapter 169 He is dead(2/2)

"He is dead." Su Mingan said: "Sheng Qi killed him."

His words were very direct, without any subtlety.

This kind of loss of life is very common in the eyes of people in this world, and it has almost ceased to cause waves.

Shan Shuang's eyes blinked slightly.

The crow-feather-like eyelashes moved, like a pair of black butterflies with trembling tips.

"That's it." She said in a very calm tone: "...That's it."

Her eyes became a little dim, but she quickly stood up. Her partner who fought with her suddenly died, but she seemed not to be affected by the news at all.

Outside the tent, the army was about to set off again.

People in this world seem to have long been accustomed to sacrifice and being sacrificed.

As long as everything is moving towards the final victory, in their eyes, everything can be abandoned.

Companions, relatives, lovers... life has gradually turned into a quantified number. Everyone is struggling to survive for the "future" because resources are scarce and danger is imminent. Even ignorant children understand that survival is a matter of course.

Something that requires repeated struggle.

Some people may never come back once they go out.

Some partings may mean goodbye forever once you turn around.

Including Shanshuang herself, she has already had this realization.

Chen Yang, he just took the first step.

She didn't seem to want to talk, but she didn't shed any more tears. When she turned her head and opened the curtain door, Su Mingan saw the hair rope swinging behind her head, as bright as a red butterfly.

...This is probably the only thing about her that is still girlish.

Su Mingan stood up slowly. He felt very cold, but it was not so cold that he could not move.

He sensed the movement of the shadow.

Before, he had been letting Shadow move around freely, capturing some players for loot in the nearby forest, or killing some lone monsters to replenish his experience. Due to experience sharing, his experience bar is now very close to the second level nine, and he also has career points.

Six points, the fault tolerance rate is very high.

As long as nothing goes wrong in the last six or seven days, there should be no problem in following the original plan.

He opened the curtain and saw that the army had already started. He belonged to a convoy that was isolated from the army. He had a dedicated elite to protect him, and he did not have to live and eat with the soldiers who were not fully equipped.

But when he left the tent, he saw a figure standing under the shade of a tree next to him with a butterfly on his shoulder.

He had seen Lu Shu early in the morning, and had discovered that Lu Shu was in this team when he was first picked up by Shan Shuang. However, he never spoke to Lu Shu until he returned to Geka City and until the army set off.

Lu Shu couldn't see him, and he didn't want to communicate with Lu Shu for the time being.

Because he had been busy dealing with various NPCs and thinking about the overall situation, he really didn't have the energy to persuade the guy who started to blindly assassinate Edward in the fifth world. Although he had said before that he wanted to have a good chat with Lu Shu,

But at least not now.

He glanced at the figure waiting under the tree, then passed by the person and walked out.



【Lord God Space No. 23】

In the brightly lit room, the curtains completely cut off the outside world.

He looked like a smart man in his thirties, wearing a high-end suit, but his posture seemed a bit unruly. His legs were spread from the inside to the outside, and he was sitting boldly on the swivel armchair of the desk.

He didn't seem to notice the no-smoking sign on the wall at all. The cigarette butt was burning freely in his hand, and a little orange spark was like a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Opposite him, sat a man who looked to be in his forties, with a bald head, a Chinese character face, square lines, and the temperament of a high official. Judging from the age of recovery, this man was at least seventy or eighty before.

Next year, he can obviously get some points to grow his hair, but he still has a bald spot, maybe it's just a habit.

But facing this man who was smoking alone, this man who looked like a high-ranking official looked sad.

"Still haven't found out yet?"

The man blew out a puff of white smoke, and the silver stars on his shoulders shone brightly under the bright lights of the conference room.

"Although the World Forum has restored Zhai Xing's previous network system, and many basic websites can also be used, a large amount of data has still been lost." The bald man looked at the man in front of him who was smoking a cigarette and had a graceful posture. His slightly hunched body

Sit upright:

"This makes it difficult for us to find out the family background of some people, including those on the list."

"Ha." The man smiled, and the cigarette in his mouth was still burning slowly. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and spit out clear words with a puff of white smoke: "So there is no result?"

"That's not necessarily true." Excitement flashed in the bald man's eyes: "Although we haven't been able to find those top players with strong backgrounds, we have made a big discovery."

"What?"
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