A funny scene occurred.

The city lord who led the Dawn War laughed wildly at a young man in the infirmary. The young man was also led to laugh together, and no one knew what they were laughing at.

"Haha, hahahaha..."

The city lord and the young man laughed at each other, and their voices grew louder and louder. The laughter was contagious, and gradually spread outside the corridor, and everyone couldn't help but laugh along.

They didn't see the dead girl standing behind Su Ming'an, and they all laughed loudly along with the city lord, not wanting the city lord to laugh alone and be embarrassed.

"Smile, the city lords are all laughing." Someone reminded those who didn't laugh softly.

Immediately, many people laughed as if they were suddenly enlightened.

They had never seen the city lord smile so brightly, and the war must have gone smoothly.

"hahahahahahahahahaha……"

Laughter is like a bird soaring into the sky, flying outward with its high pitch, its feathers fluttering. Everyone is enjoying the sea of ​​joy, and even the people in the corridor will smile when they hear it.

I feel like something worthwhile happened in this room.

"What are you laughing at here?" Someone couldn't help but come closer, and the door was already crowded with people.

"I'm so happy. Did the city lord tell me some interesting stories?"

"I really want to listen, but I can't squeeze in..."

"Then let's laugh along at the door."

People looked across the room with smiles on their faces.

These laughters are so sweet and pleasant, making people feel happy. Everyone laughs heartily and cooperates with their city to star in this nonsensical comedy.

Although no one knows what the city lord is laughing about.

Everyone was laughing loudly. They grinned, raised their eyebrows, and laughed loudly, as if all the joy and blessings had gathered here in an instant. Faces distorted by smiles stared directly at each other.

, the room turned into a sea of ​​laughter.

"City Lord, hahahaha..."

"I'm so happy too, hahahahaha..."

"It's a holiday today after all..."

No one saw the dead girl on the bed.

No one could clearly see the tears in their city lord's eyes.

People only know how to laugh along with this voice, as if they can blend into the crowd.

It wasn't until three minutes later that some people finally got tired of laughing, and some people realized that the atmosphere was wrong, and they gradually stopped laughing.

One by one, they stopped smiling, like taking off one mask after another.

"..."

Five minutes later, the city lord was gradually the only one left laughing. He slowly, little by little, bent his body, like a bow bent to the extreme, and laughter flew out through his hands covering his cheeks.

"Haah...ha...wuwuhahahaha..."

Every time he laughed for a while, he would gasp violently, and his neck would turn purple. A sea-like sense of suffocation surrounded him during his laughter, and his breaths seemed to be burning. As the anesthesia faded, he even had clear senses, and his vision and hearing were not even clear.

Vague.

He finally became a sober madman alone.

Everyone looked at their city lord going crazy.

"City Lord...City Lord?" A nurse stretched out her hand, as if testing a beast in a cage. Her young face was full of fear and concern. She was both in awe of him and afraid of him.

Su Mingan raised his eyelids.

His eyes moved slightly, and his thoughts floated outside his body under the influence of the drug, gradually becoming separated from this painful body.

He didn't care who broke his bones, it didn't matter if his limbs were broken.

He endured burns and frostbite while running thousands of miles, and it didn't matter that his body was completely ulcerated.

His throat was injured but he kept talking, even if he lost his voice, it didn't matter.

He went from birth to death over and over again, struggling in extreme pain and back to hell countless times. He didn't care about himself, and he didn't care about any pain.

...But she still died.

He was obviously afraid of losing, but death made him lose again and again.

Obviously the time could be fixed to the early morning, letting him know that she was dead. But it had to be fixed to the time when there was such a glimmer of opportunity to save her, leaving him struggling crazily between the glimmer of hope.

——This made him look back repeatedly but found nothing, made him frantically save but failed, made him try his best but found nothing in his hands.

So at the end of time, after she died, he finally noticed the clown mask on his face. He was painful, laughing, and crazy. The mask penetrated into his flesh, and everyone was acting with him wearing the mask.

In this absurd drama, there are laughing people in white coats inside the screen, and hundreds of millions of silent viewers outside the screen.

There are too many things that he cannot tell others.

He cannot vent in front of others, is not allowed and has no target. Except when it is difficult to suppress, there is no need to show his expression the rest of the time.

…is he allowed to laugh now?

Does he have room to laugh now?

"..."

He gasped, making a sound like a broken bellows, and his body leaned forward on his own initiative.

No one had time to catch him.

"Bang!" There was a sound, and his forehead hit the sharp corner of the cabinet. Due to the huge force, there was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and everyone's smiles disappeared instantly.

He fell into the arms of the young nurse, his eyes like hot thorns, and blood hovered in his thick eyelashes.

"City Lord..."

"Hurry and save people!!"

People were running around in confusion, like chaotic reflections flying around. His vision turned blood red little by little, and a slippery sensation enveloped his five senses. He heard the sighs of the gods.

Among the panicked figures, the nurse held him tremblingly, her embrace soft and warm. Under the influence of the medicine, he felt like the waves surrounding him. She called him softly, vaguely, as if she was talking to him before going to sleep.

fairy tale.

"City Lord, please don't sleep...City Lord..."

He subconsciously grasped the fabric in her hand, as if holding someone's warm hand.

"Mother……"

Consciousness is silent.

…

A cold storm arises.

The sound of wind and snow flowing in my ears overshadowed the panic of doctors and nurses, as if I had suddenly switched to another world.

He stood up holding on to the wall.

Since the discovery of Yue Yue's body, he has been stabbed to death by Yue Yue once, committed suicide once in the wind and snow, and committed suicide once in the hospital. This is the fourth time.

"It doesn't matter." He said to himself: "It doesn't hurt..."

He took the wheelchair and rushed to the rooftop, waiting for the clone to come and kill Lin Guang, using every second to seize the time.

But this time he was only sixteen minutes ahead of schedule and ultimately failed.

Yueyue died in his arms, and half of his head was cut off with the sword.

In the fifth week, he arrived 17 minutes early and was not far ahead.

She still died in his voice, like a sleeping cat.

In the sixth week, he arrived eighteen minutes early. The defective disease made her sometimes as quiet as an angel, and sometimes as furious as a demon. This time she scratched herself crazily and died, not as peacefully as before. She cried before she died.

Said she wanted to go home.

He said he was sorry and would let her return.

In the seventh week, this time he did not arrive early. He accidentally angered Lin Guang, who strangled him to death on the rooftop.

Before he died, he saw Lin Guang frantically saying sorry to him, his posture as funny as a clown.

All kinds of situations in the world keep replaying themselves in repeated flashbacks, and everyone's joys, sorrows, and fears are like a slideshow in front of his eyes.

He traveled back and forth in the long river of time, like a spectator following the plot.

Then the eighth time, the ninth time...

Swallow the potion - go to the rooftop - delay time - the clone arrives - rush at full speed - talk to her - watch her die in his arms.

He even felt that he had gone crazy, otherwise why would he feel numb even to the pain, and even the audience's barrage would be as blurry as snow.

In the tenth week, he decided to change his mind and start from NPC. Unless he killed Lin Guang, there was no way to further speed up the game.
To be continued...