The barrage was full of smoke and noise, but Su Ming'an only looked at the pleading eyes of the people in front of him mixed with unkindness.

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

"Why, everyone obviously wants to live. I know it's shameless, and I don't want to force you like this, but...but..." As Aman spoke, 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 advanced tasks to protect the people, but at such a young age, you only care about those points - the points for perfect clearance are just so small in your eyes

Is it important!"

"Points are not important." The young man who had been silent suddenly spoke. Under the gradually quieting night, his eyes gradually darkened.

After capping the bottle in his hand, he stared at the woman with tears streaming down her face.

"But... it's very important to pass the customs perfectly," he said.

"Not for that reward..." Aman sobbed and raised his eyelids, suddenly falling into the young man's blazing eyes.

In the deep darkness, those eyes burned like beating dark fire, which stung her hazy eyes for a moment.

The young man's figure gradually disappeared under the drifting darkness of the night, leaving only his eyes that were still bright.

Right in front of her eyes.

...Why are you looking at me like this!

Aman gritted his teeth and his anger suddenly rose.

It's so...so selfish!

...You are so young and have never lost a partner - you obviously don't understand anything!

Lao Qin, Lao Qin... he is obviously such a good person!

The crazy thoughts in her heart were connected together, and the malice surged in an instant, licking her heart like a fire, gradually covering all reason.

Then, she thought of a good idea - since words can't make the person in front of her give up, then just subdue him! Anyway, anyway... In the end, she just needs to compensate him with something. The barrage supports her!

Thinking like this, she put her hand to her waist in an instant, and the light of the dagger flashed——

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

"——Why... you refuse to give us the antidote! We can obviously help you find it again——" She cried out, and suddenly rushed forward like a cheetah. Her hand stretched out straight towards

Stretch out the life-saving antidote that is so close at hand——

"Whoa!"

A cold light gradually appeared in front of my eyes.

The young man's slightly compassionate and cold eyes were still looking at her in silence.

Aman felt a tinnitus raging in her mind, and a sudden surge of emotions in her chest, heavy and overwhelming, made her almost breathless. She opened her mouth and her eyes shifted for a moment -

His arm holding the dagger suddenly flew up like a kite, its blood was alluring, with a burst of beautiful blood flowers.

Chocolate bars scattered like fireworks.

The black-haired girl looked at her coldly and put a sword to her throat.

"Keep talking." She bit down hard, and the chocolate bar made a crisp "click" sound, which was particularly loud in the dead silence of the room.

The sword light was as cold as snow for a moment:

"I will kill you with the next sword."

…

The next moment, barrages exploded across the screen.

"Aman——!" The man let out an almost miserable cry. Aman couldn't maintain his balance and fell down. He couldn't accept the pain of his broken arm and fainted.

"Ahhhh - I'll kill you!" The boy with a flat head, his eyes all red, roared, his anger could no longer be controlled, he picked up the knife in his hand and rushed over desperately.

Yue Yue's eyes were slightly cold, she raised her sword and her sight was completely locked on it.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, an extremely loud sound suddenly sounded at the moment when the sword was at war.

Yang Changxu gave the young man a slap in the face.

He withdrew his hand that was all red from the beating with a sad face, leaving the stunned young man covering his face with a dull look in his eyes.

The young man's somewhat stagnant gaze slowly sank to Aman, who was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. Then, extremely weakly and slowly, as if all the strength in his body had been suddenly taken away, he knelt down.

He went down, his forehead dropped to the ground, and he cried and sobbed.

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

We just, just want to save people, that's all..."

He lay on the ground, as if he could never stand up again, and whined like a wounded animal.

"I'm sorry." Yang Changxu stepped forward and bowed deeply to Su Ming'an with extremely heavy movements: "It's our fault that we don't know how to advance or retreat, are ungrateful, and use this disgusting method to kidnap you. I

Yang Changxu was saved once by you, this life is yours, you can use it however you want..."

"Go find a way to save this woman." Su Mingan said, turning around: "There are blood bottles and tourniquets in the store. It's not too late now."

Yang Changxu straightened up and stared blankly at the boy's back.

Su Ming'an held Yue Yue's eyes alert, holding the bottle of half-empty antidote, and fell into the shadows downstairs step by step, a little heavy.

As he took steps outside, the ever-present smell of blood in the air finally became lighter, and then the sense of depression gradually dissipated.

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

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

Under the condensed moonlight, his figure was stretched extremely long for a moment.

In the upper right corner, the barrage of crazy quarrels has become a blur. The supporting and opposition parties are not stopping, but Su Mingan's eyes have never moved upward. His eyes are a little calm and a little far-reaching looking into the distance.

There was a faint smell of blood in the wind, and the inhuman roar of zombies sounded in the distance.

…No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like a good place to express your poetic and artistic feelings.

Yueyue came from behind, wiping her sword and looking at him.

"Turn off the live broadcast." She said, "It's so smoky."

She didn't get a response from the man.

Under the moonlight, his moonlight eyes were filled with silence.

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

Yueyue said nothing and looked at him.

"...Because of the testimony." He continued.

At this time, his head turned slightly, and Yueyue saw sparks gradually starting to dance in the usually calm eyes of the person in front of her.

He stretched out his hand as if to crush the moonlight in the sky, but in the end it stopped in front of his field of vision, leaving a round shadow between his two fingers.

"Even if they insult me, scold me, curse me...but it doesn't matter. I love them who hate me, and I love this world."

…I love falling into it and will always be there.

He used the most uplifting sentences and said the words that made Yueyue feel the strangest.

"Huh?" She didn't understand what he was suddenly saying, and then raised her head slightly.

...and almost fell into the eyes that suddenly ignited with extremely crazy and passionate flames.

When she forced her attention back, she found that a layer of cold sweat had formed on her back.

"I am a lighthouse." Su Mingan suddenly smiled.

"——All souls will disappear, all stars will fall..."

He looked steadily at the light of the street lamp, as if looking at hope.

...but now that you have the qualification, you must bear it.

...The world is changing, when everyone is addicted to the hopelessness that sinks hope, and wants to reach out and pull others to death.

"...I like them calling my name." Su Mingan put down his hand.

A cold hand suddenly touched his forehead.

"It's not burning either." Yueyue listened to his confused words and retracted her hand: "Why is it so inexplicable..."

She felt that this person suddenly became strange since the fifth day.

When the barrage was filled with "Why did this anchor suddenly go crazy?" "What is he narcissistic about?" "I can't stand it anymore, I'm so good."

Su Mingan only looked at Yueyue's eyes looking calmly at him.

"I'm sleepy." The girl yawned, with a little sparkle at the end of her eyes.

Lifting her steps, dragging her long sheathed sword, she walked towards the nearest house.

Su Mingan's eyes gradually calmed down.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, glanced at the dark second floor of the supermarket, then picked up the bottle of medicine in one hand and quickened his pace to follow.

...even if it's just conjecture.

Even if he cannot achieve his goal in the end... Now that he has obtained the skill of reverting to death and has become a different existence from the powerless players, he must shoulder this responsibility.

During this period, any gazes or words from the audience and players... could not affect him in the slightest.

Redeem Zhai Xing and gamble on the game of fate.

Even if what awaits him in the end is still powerless despair, the hope he has walked along the way is what keeps him, a little human, from being assimilated.

If it’s not normal, then it’s not normal.

If there are players like Lu Shu who can keep up, then just keep up.

…
Chapter completed!