Chapter 669 Chapter 666 · "Happy Fate Festival."

   "Boom!" Lin Guang used his strength again, and threw Su Ming'an onto the wall, a trace of vertical blood slid from the wall, and there were hidden spider web-like cracks on the wall.

  Su Mingan closed his eyes tightly, the pain came from the back of his head, and his back was hot and humid.

   He didn't resist anymore, his body had lost his strength, and there was a "buzz" in his ears.

The    impact caused him to lose the last trace of oxygen, and his consciousness gradually fell into a drowsiness. He could only feel glass-like black dots swaying in his mind, like stars passing by.

   In the dark, he felt warm. He was all too familiar with this feeling of death, and every arrival was like a moment's rest.

   Too tired.

   and a mentally ill madman so head-to-head, considering every clue and every word that won't offend the other side, like a beach crab crawling on the edge of a rising tide, if you're not careful, you will die.

   Luna's death made it difficult for him to smirk at Lin Guang calmly.

   "I shouldn't let you live... No, I want you to live, but I can't let you live..." Lin Guang's pale fingers exerted force little by little, and his voice was almost broken.

   He repeated words of unknown meaning, like a hysterical madman. His palms were so hard that he almost forgot that he was holding a mortal man, not a hard rock:

   "Humanity has long since lost... Our struggle does not have any meaning..."

   His body was trembling morbidly, his fingers were pinched like steel bars, and the softness of his fingertips became cold...

  Su Ming'an didn't move.

   His head drooped slightly, and even his breathing disappeared.

The blood dripped sticky along Su Ming'an's black hair and fell on Lin Guang's cold palm. Lin Guang was shocked, and the turbid darkness in his eyes slowly faded. He suddenly realized that Su Ming'an had not moved for a long time, even Eyes are tightly closed.

   "Boom." Lin Guang suddenly let go of his hand as if electrocuted. Su Ming'an's body slid on the ground like a sack, but there was still no movement.

  Linguang stared at the warm blood on the back of his hand, his eyes trembling violently.

   He suddenly realized that he seemed to have done another wrong thing.

   When he was alone, he often wondered why Lewis hated him so much. Sixteen years ago, their relationship wasn't so bad. However, as the war progressed, the death toll increased and everything became extremely cruel.

  ... He stared at Su Ming An who dragged a long bloodstain on the snow-white wall.

   "I'm sorry." Lin Guang said.

   "Sorry, sorry, sorry," he kept repeating.

  The icy air mixed with blood flowed into his windpipe, and he gasped violently, as if he had been caught by an invisible hand around his neck. His eyes didn't dare to freeze on Su Ming'an's still body.

   He wanted to reach out, but quickly pulled it back. He was extremely frightened of the scene in front of him—Lovis stopped moving, and there was no sound. Just like... the kind of outcome he was most afraid of.

   "Luvis, I, I was wrong, sorry, sorry, I don't know why this happened, I don't want to…"

   He didn't want to kill him.

   "Crash-"

  Suddenly, a shadow flashed outside the door, a few pure black tentacles struck like a long whip, and a pink fox leaped from the air.

   "Let go of that Su Mingan ah ah ah ah-"

  Like a thunder that fell from the sky, the pink-haired fox was as light as a swallow, and passed through the mechanical army with a "swoosh".

   The black tentacles around her were growing like water plants, intertwined magically, and stabbed towards the Linguang layer by layer.

   For a while, Xiao Ai seemed to have returned to become the extremely powerful **** in the vault.

"boom!"

   The next second, Xiao Ai became a fox pancake on the wall.

  Lin Guang's "source" pressed her firmly against the wall, and several of her black tentacles shattered like a bubble with a puff, not hurting Lin Guang at all.

  Linguang's face was calm, and he flew up like a shot. Xiao Ai bounced out like a ball, bouncing on the ground, jumping three meters high each time, with excellent elasticity.

   "Cough, cough..."

   At this moment, Lin Guang finally heard Su Ming'an's voice.

  Su Mingan woke up from the coma and almost coughed out his internal organs. Fortunately, he was in a clear state, otherwise he would have been strangled to death.

  Due to the rupture of an old wound, the blood from his wound dyed his white coat bright red. His combat power is obviously enough to push more than half of the dungeon, but the most difficult route to complete the plot perfectly always makes him connect with the underworld like Lin Guang.

   He touched his neck, and a tingling sensation came, because the blood supply to the brain was cut off for a long time, causing irreparable damage to the body. There were also problems with breathing and swallowing.

   Fourteen hours left…

   He gasped, and suddenly felt a pain in his neck.

   He turned his head slightly and saw a needle tube glowing white stuck on the right side of his neck, Lin Guang squatted beside him, his fingers pushed the green liquid in the needle tube.

   "I'm sorry, I don't want to kill you, so don't move." Lin Guang got up: "Good night."

  Su Mingan felt a numbness coming from his neck, gradually flowing throughout his body, and he fell to the ground.

   "Clang—" The needle fell to the ground, and Lin Guang left the room with a gloomy expression.

   After half a minute, he backed away with a gloomy expression, pulled Su Mingan to bed, and left the room.

   Before leaving, Lin Guang hung an ugly white knot on the head of Su Ming'an's bed, not knowing what it was.

  “…”

  Su Ming'an couldn't understand the madman's thoughts at all, nor did he understand how the madman made friends.

   As early as the moment he entered the city of God, he knew that he would fall into such a dangerous situation. But the line of perfect customs clearance has been advancing, so what he did is right.

   Being beaten, being shot... As long as he can keep advancing this progress bar, it doesn't really matter what he encounters himself - as long as the customs clearance route does not deviate from it, it is the best "encounter" for him.

  Ling Guang will die sooner or later, and now he only needs to wait and he will get his revenge.

   He was lying on the bed when suddenly he heard a soft sound.

   "Pfft."

The    pink hair ball flashed past, and Xiao Ai Bing squeezed in through the crack of the door and slid rapidly on the ground. After five seconds, it expanded like a dough cake and quickly returned to the shape of a fox.

   "Be careful of the white knot at the head of the bed, it may be a trigger trap." Su Ming'an said.

"Okay, I won't touch it." Xiao Ai wagged her tail: "Why don't you call Su Rin to come and pick you up, you will suffer too much. Like a vegetative person, you can't control your own limbs, How uncomfortable it feels."

   "No, with me in the city of God, Lin Guang will always keep his promise." Su Mingan said.

   This kind of pain is insignificant compared to the alienated empty san state and his more than 40 deaths.

   "Then you just stay paralyzed on the bed like this?" Xiao Ai said, "In case the legion does come in, Lin Guang will die with you in the end, and you can't resist."

  Su Ming'an thought: "I don't think he will perish with me."

   "That's not necessarily true. Perverts are perverts. What if he wants to go to **** with you to be friends?" Xiao Ai shook her big tail. Since she left her status as a god, she seems to have learned to be cute without a teacher.

  Su Mingan closed his eyes. He didn't forget that there were twelve cameras in this room. If he said something bad about Lin Guang, the scene would be even worse.

   Moreover, he thinks that the reason why Lin Guang let go of Xiao Ai is probably to provide him with a person to speak to...

  Su Ming'an can hardly describe this twisted and weird friendship. It's like hammering a hole in the wall on one side and filling it in carefully on the other side. Tossing and tossing made him hate this relationship even more.

   He ignored the chattering little love, and turned his attention back to the bionic body in the outside world.

  …

   "—Xiaoshuai, Xiaoshuai?"

   A cool wind blew past his ears.

  Su Ming'an blinked, and Xi Zheng shook his shoulders in panic. Her black hair was unkemptly draped over her shoulders, and her dark pupils were full of worry.

   "...I'm here." Su Ming'an's voice was a little hoarse.

  This is in the truck, the view of the sand outside the window is receding rapidly. A safety knot hangs on the front side of the driver's seat, flying like a butterfly in the bumps.

  Sen and Xia Sheng sat in the front driver's seat and the co-pilot, the red sun was hanging down, the truck was galloping on the sand, and it seemed as if a vermilion film was shrouded in the eyes.

  The sea of ​​sand is dotted with dead salivary trees, and the dry and cold sand white is like a huge wave that has been emptied, and it will never stop at a glance. The air was full of gunpowder smoke and the smell of scorched mosquito carcasses.

  Su Mingan stared at the scenery outside the window for five seconds before looking at Xi who was sitting next to him. It appears they are on their way back to Doom City.

   "I see your body hasn't moved. Is there something wrong over there in the City of God?" Xi said.

   "It's fine." Su Mingan shook his head.

   He coughed a few times, the body's hypoxia and blood loss superimposed on his spirit.

  Xi put his hand on his forehead and measured it before confirming that he was safe.

   The bright red Ping An knot swayed slightly, and the sound of news came from the car radio that made a "thorn" sound:

  【Catastrophe, December 30, 1948, winter, the free camp military and civilian radio will bring you the latest news—]

   [At 3:00 p.m. today, Doomsday City got the latest news, and the current front line is progressing smoothly. Residents please don't panic, keep calm, and fight the nuclear war with the city-state. 】

   [We have already learned that the sixteenth unit of the search team, the head of the 'God of War' Xia Sheng brought back a batch of Originium resources, and will give priority to arming the frontline soldiers...]

   "Crash..." Inside the car, the safety knot kept shaking.

  Xia Sheng sat in the front seat, holding a family portrait in his hand. He stroked the photo, his eyes full of nostalgia and reluctance.

   "Xia Sheng, I heard that you adopted a pair of twin orphans, just a few days ago?" Sen asked.

   "Well, I went home and brought out two little children who lost their parents." Xia Sheng's voice was low and magnetic: "They are still young, very well-behaved, and they don't like to cry."

   The vague newscast is still playing:

[Today at 4:00 p.m., on the main road of Doomsday City, he delivered a speech at the Kachar Council Hall, indicating that the victory of mankind is no longer far away. He described the current war situation as "the night before dawn" and reiterated that everyone is at this critical moment. Should remain calm. 】

  [Doomsday City has suspended all civil information systems to reduce the risk of internal penetration. Human civilization will surely be passed on smoothly...]

   "Going home?" Sen remembers that Xia Sheng's parents all died in the war.

   "It's the old houses in the village. I grew up eating hundreds of family meals." Xia Sheng pulled the insulating glass to prevent Su Mingan from being smoked. He picked up a cigarette, and the faint blue flame swayed slightly between his palms full of thick calluses:

"In the past, the village took me in, gave me sugar, gave me brown bread, made me a small wooden sword, gave me a slingshot... The old people who took care of me left one by one. When I drove back in my truck a few months ago, I only saw Empty thatched houses... At that time, there were hundreds of white breads and 30 catties of white sugar on my truck.

   I made a promise when I was a child that I would take them to a big city when I got married. I told them to eat white bread and drink sugar water every day. "

   "Maybe they have migrated? It's been more than ten years since the war started. It's possible to change places. It's not necessarily dead." Xi said.

  Xia Sheng turned his head sideways, looked out the window, and exhaled a smoke ring:

   "...I thought the same thing at the time, until I saw a dozen or so monuments standing under the dirt **** where I used to play when I was a child, full of familiar names."

  Xi gave a "hmm" and said nothing.

  Su Ming listened quietly, the live broadcast room was full of New Year's greetings.

  【Ming An, Ming An, do you want to keep the New Year tonight? 】

  【Keep your head up, tomorrow morning at 6 o’clock is the deadline for the final nuclear explosion. If you can sleep, there will be ghosts. 】

  【Today is New Year's Eve! Dreamcatcher wishes you New Year's greetings in advance! 】

  【Grass, the Spring Festival Gala is still watched by so many people. I saw a lot of people in the square, a live broadcast room with one hand, a gala with the other hand, watching both lines. 】

  【I thought Su Mingan would have a good year... When will Bai Mao die? 】

  【I see that other players are celebrating in the city, eating hot pot and setting off fireworks. Why are they so tired when they get to Su Mingan...]

  【Yueyue was defending the city far away in the city-state, Lu Shu disappeared, Nuoer was invaded by other dimension, the road didn't seem to be very normal, Luna died, and there was no news from Yamada-choichi of the **** camp. Su Ming'an doesn't have a single teammate by his side...]

  【In the end, no one accompanies him for the New Year. 】

  【…】

   Suddenly, Su Mingan heard a rustling movement.

  Xi put a red knot made of rope knots on Su Ming'an's hand, like a Dragon Kingdom knot.

   "Xiaoshuai, I gave it to you." Xi smiled and said, "Happy Fortune Festival."

   (end of this chapter)