Su Mingan did not look back.

His figure flashed and quickly stepped into the dark rain.

There was almost nothing in those dark gray eyes.

…

Between heavy rains.

On the other side of the city, a white-haired young man was sitting on a bench, looking into the distance at the rolling night sky.

He was soaked by the rain, and even the bandage on his lower abdomen was bleeding. His whole figure looked like a pale oil painting. Only a bright red butterfly rested on his frostbitten fingertips.

Passers-by who were fleeing saw him and immediately hurried away, for fear of encountering a lunatic.

"Why does that person look so much like Lin Guang..."

"No way, it's been more than twenty years..."

The rain knocked down the ginkgo leaves, fell on the shoulders of the white-haired young man, and slid down along the cold wind, like the sudden warm colors in a stack of oil paintings. He remained motionless, like a pale stone sculpture.

At this moment, an umbrella hit him on the head.

He raised his head and saw a little girl standing on tiptoes to hold an umbrella for him. The girl must be a resident of the inner city. She was wearing a delicate cotton-padded jacket and her cheeks were rosy.

"Little brother, who are you? Why are you sitting here alone?" The girl's big eyes blinked.

"Go away." Lin Guang cursed as he opened his mouth.

The girl said a little aggrievedly: "But if you are alone in the rain, you will get sick. I heard that there is a war in the city and it is very dangerous here."

She felt that the thin young man in front of her didn't look like a soldier. His face was so bad that he looked like an ordinary person.

Lin Guang didn't speak, just stared at the girl, his eyes filled with uncontrollable cumulus clouds and murderous intent.

"Do you want to go home with me?" The girl said: "There is no one in my family now, my mother is gone, and my father is gone, but I have a lot of medicine at home, and I can cure you."

Lin Guang felt impatient. He wanted to knock over the umbrella in the girl's hand, but he bumped into the backpack beside him. In an instant, the scattered music scores and paints inside were scattered all over the floor. He immediately went to pick them up, but luckily he caught them before they got wet.

stand up.

"You like painting? I like it too!" Seeing this, the girl suddenly beamed: "I have a batch of paints at home, can you paint for me? My parents have never made friends for me, and now they are missing on the battlefield.

, I want to make a friend!”

Lin Guang's expression finally changed - along the way he was traveling, it was difficult to find paint, and people only had bread and water in their hands.

"Take me there," he said.

"Okay! I'll take you there!" The girl jumped forward. She finally made a new friend today.

They walked around the area where there was fighting and came to a small civilian house. The girl asked him to wait at the door. She went to get paint and slippers, and Lin Guang waited at the door according to her words.

According to the girl, she had the last batch of paints from the city-state. If her mother hadn't liked painting before, she wouldn't have even had this last batch of paints.

Lin Guang began to conceive. He wanted to recreate the paintings he had painted before. If he had paint...

A warm smile appeared on his face.

"Little brother! I found the paint! I'll look for the slippers later..." A girl's voice came from inside the house.

Lin Guang nodded, and suddenly heard a rich male voice from behind:

"——Yes! That's him! I saw him on the park bench before! That's Lin Guang!"

"Kill him! Kill him! If we kill him, Su Mingan will be very happy!!"

A moment.

The artillery fire fell on top of his head and exploded suddenly, spitting out fire!

Lin Guang immediately stretched out his hand to block the fire around him, but saw the residential house in front of him falling apart in the fire.

Three seconds later, he rushed into the resident's house, only to see a blackened calf hanging between the burning umbrella cloth. The light in the girl's eyes faded, and her face was full of confusion.

"Little brother..."

Blood gushed out of her mouth:

"Why……"

"I just... want a... friend."

She died before she could finish speaking.

Lin Guang stared at this scene blankly. He saw that the last batch of paint on the ground was also destroyed in the fire.

There won't even be a chance for it to happen again.

He never painted again.

"..."

He slowly turned back and looked at a group of heavily armed players.

"We seem to have killed an NPC girl?" A player scratched his head.

"What does it matter? It's just an NPC! Lin Guang is not dead yet, kill him!" Another player who believed in his own strength activated his skills again.

Lin Guang stood there, a large amount of blood oozing from his lower abdomen, and his eyes became vacant.

When he reached out and summoned a large amount of source light to counterattack.

There was also nothing in his pupils.
Chapter completed!