Su Mingan looked at the people singing.

He must have seen it wrong and was hallucinating.

Otherwise, how could he see the shadow of a white dove in the reflected eyes of these people, holding the green branches of spring in its mouth.

": Xiaoshuai, you will definitely succeed. When we find new resources, everyone will be rescued..." Xi whispered, tugging at his clothes.

"Okay." Su Mingan promised. He saw the frostbite on Xi's face, one after another, wrinkled with her smile, like a blooming rose.

"You made a promise, don't cheat, don't leave." Xi said.

"Yes, I promise." Su Mingan said.

For the first time, he intuitively experienced this kind of large-scale war.

This world is very similar to his, as if he has stepped into Zhai Xing in the midst of war. Everyone he meets has their own thoughts; everything he has experienced

It contains feelings that cannot be copied; what he is in is not like a copy of the game, but like a real large-scale world.

When the group is excited, human beings can rationalize all negative emotions such as fear, panic, pain, numbness, etc., and point the spearhead at a clear goal. But

Today, people have no goals. Their biggest enemies are their own hunger and cold.

This enemy is almost impossible to defeat.

There is no means of revenge - people can't even see the shadow of the enemy, they can only feel that their world is being invaded bit by bit. The more enemies they kill, the more they become swayed.

To be confused…

11. What are they fighting for?

11. Who can their weapons be aimed at?

Human beings will always die from greed, and Xia Xianyu will always die from the kingdom, no matter how many times it is repeated. Gods will always be wherever we touch them, and they will be humble to people.

Bian Gaoyu.

"You feel like you are trapped..." After getting drunk, Xi leaned under me and made a sound like a big cat taking a nap:

"...What are you trapped in? Why do you keep trying to get free... Marshal, he is so stupid, does he know..."

You stood upright and fell drunk to the ground, your cheeks turned red.

"Lord, please take you to rest." Sen said.

"Okay." Xia Xianyu said.

Sen Kelstia hugged Xi as if she were holding a young grandson. My gray hair glowed with a crystal glimmer in the firelight, which must have removed the wrinkles on my face. I

It's still like 32 years after the disaster, when Akto first saw me, he looked so heroic.

However, when I picked you up and stood up, my ankle "clicked", which seemed to be the sound of bones. My backward spine dragged my trembling body, step by step back.

, shoulders were filled with the burden of years, and even the red cloak in front of him had faded.

Others came to propose a toast and invited Xia Xianyu to sing along. Akto shook his head. I passed by the drunken people and returned to my marching tent.

I sat behind the scattered war sand table for a long time.

The barrages were like snowflakes, crossing my field of vision. Today is the eighth day of the first lunar month, and people are still in a New Year atmosphere. The heat and despair outside are all related to us.

I lay under the table and squinted for a while until everyone inside fell asleep.

In the early morning, I left the tent covering the hidden area of ​​the space without waking anyone up. Few people slept on the ground, no one curled up with narrow leaves, and no one leaned on the branches to sleep.

Sleepy, there is a smoky red wine warmth in the air, and the bonfire is still "popping" at night.

A figure was waiting for me in the tree.

Akto put away the space field: "What's the matter?"

Noel took on the white robe and said, "Come and give him the latest battle situation. He is going back to the Doomsday Domain for the time being."

Akto said: "Did something happen in Doomsday City?"

"Yes, the Doomsday Domain Qiu Shou has fully retreated..." Noel said, looking at Akto's expression: "But you want to tell the rest... Akto, not everyone is {

It's unjust, and no one is willing to hand him over. People's relatives are about to freeze to death, so we can sacrifice a human hero who saved us..."

Xia Xianyu said: "It must be said, you understand."

Have I ever complained about those who choose to survive, or have I ever hated them?

"Want to take a walk with you? Let's talk about clues," Noel said.

"Let's go." Akto said.

I happened to be asleep.

What a wonderful walking experience it is to walk outside on a white night with no light. Surrounded by ghostly dead trees. However, Akto's expression is very relaxed, as long as there is nothing

It is thinking that makes the best trip for me.

Akto thought that when the dungeon was first opened, Noel pushed my wheelchair and ran through the ruins of the Measurement Domain, dragging the long dragon that the players were chasing. The rain that day was very light and gray.

It was as if smoke and dust were floating all over the sky. The blond old man said to me - Xia Xianyu, you run away, don't worry about those humans anymore, run away outside the game, try your best.

Go far away, to a place where no one can see you and no one can blame you.

However, all seven of them knew that it was possible.

So before that, Noel separated his soul and body with puppet silk and staged a puppet show that spanned eighty-eight weeks.

None of us can give up anything even if we die.

So we can escape even if we die.

Noel raised a lantern, and the yellow light dispersed the thick night fog, like a dim morning star. I walked behind, and the rustling sound in the woods seemed to

It became a musical sound.

"Actor, he thinks... when order and law completely collapse, will the world end up in that kind of apocalypse?" Noel murmured: "Too few people want him to die, then what else will happen?"

Where does 'justice' come from?"

"Anything that hinders oneself is regarded as 'no way to death'. There is no notarization that can judge the correctness of actions. Every day, there is no new 'personal law'

They formed a new code from their own mouths to maintain that rule with force." Noel said:

"Everyone holds the code in his heart and becomes a 'judge' like Tredia, judging whether a person is sick with his naked eyes, and asking those who are 'judged'

The author’s ending comes according to the order in our hearts—above the temptation of self-dimension, his survival follows the survival and wishes of a small number of people, so he has a shallow place in everyone’s heart.

Every act outside the code is regarded as a 'survival violation', and his breathing and heartbeat are protected by order."

Noel is a very thorough person.

My voice floats in the dark woods, as if the fog behind my eyes is gradually lifting

"In other words - one by one"

Noel said:

"People have not judged his ending in place of reasonable order and small situations. His death has been written into the code of our hearts."

Xia Xianyu walked quietly.

"But that's his fault," Noel said.

"The Akto you know is like that, but in just a few days, he is far less silent than in the Fourth World." Noel said: "The number one player is Zhai Xing

The number one player of hope. Asa Sumingan is the hero in the hearts of the residents of the ruined world. And Akto... is just the Akto who talks to you."

I raised my head.

It's raining.

The cold rain at night wetted the charred forest leaves and sprinkled them on our shoulders. When the cold rain came, it was known that hundreds of thousands of people froze to death. A disaster in that world happened.

It can implicate hundreds of thousands of people, which is comparable to the number of casualties in subsequent copies.

"You haven't had a wish for a long time." Akto said: "You really don't want your life to be happy and joyful..."

I'll say it again.

That was my first true words tonight.

"It's very difficult to achieve," Noel said.

"Well. It's difficult to achieve." Akto said.

At night: The light rain made people feel sticky and hot. Noel held out an umbrella, but it still blocked the slanting rain. The heat was like a thin needle pricking under our bodies.

"Actor, you have been watching until his end, and his future is completely unpredictable..." Noel said.

"You have no ending." Akto said.

Ding, ding, ding.

The rain hit us under the umbrella, and the light rain swallowed up our sight, covering us like a cover. The seven of us huddled on the rain, like fish waiting for the tide to come, surrounded by the thin cold rain.

The sharp sword that the Buddha wields above his head leaves only a piece of heaven and earth above which he can breathe.

Approaching the camp, Noel stopped.
To be continued...