Chapter 694 Chapter 691 · "Don't put me here..."

   Yueyue is real.

  Tonight's shopping is also real.

   Her woven ginkgo leaf rings are also real.

   She sent him back to the hospital, and it was all real.

  But, at the end, he suddenly started to frantically condemn himself in bed for why he had to leave the city of God, like a hysterical madman.

   No matter who it is, once it is repeatedly under pressure far beyond the limit in a short period of time, it is very easy to be destroyed. If it is supplemented by drugs that forcibly suppress emotions, it will add fuel to the fire after the efficacy of the drugs subsides.

   After so many things, it is a spiritual miracle that he has not become a lunatic.

  "..." Yueyue looked at him quietly, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

   Counting fifteen weeks, he has used more than one hundred and eighty times the mental stabilizer, far exceeding the normal dosage. Death, a pain beyond human capacity, will not be cured by drugs.

  Yueyue didn't speak, she just stayed with him silently. She didn't say anything until he recovered, "Go to sleep, your body hasn't fully recovered yet."

   She drew the curtains to block the light of the fireworks outside the window, and turned off the lights in the room with a "click", only the detector at the bedside glowed slightly, reflecting the bright ring of ginkgo leaves.

   She took off the red string from her ponytail, and her black hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall. She had to wait for him to fall asleep before leaving.

  Su Mingan closed his eyes, and after five minutes he opened them: "I can't sleep."

   He wanted to keep his eyes open until six o'clock in the morning, at least to confirm an ending. Otherwise, he was afraid that the next time he opened his eyes, he would lie in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass in the corridor of the City of God, facing the endless icy wind and snow—which meant that the last line to save her also failed. .

   This means he can no longer save her.

  If he wants to take care of her side, that red-eyed Noel, that Yamada Choichi...and the millions of soldiers and civilians on the battlefield...he can't take care of it. He has left the city of God, and the nuclear explosion cannot be terminated.

   "You said that Linguang didn't want you to die, so now that you are outside, he will definitely not launch a nuclear explosion." Yueyue said, "You have to believe that nothing will happen at six o'clock in the morning."

   "Then let's talk until the early morning." Su Ming'an said.

   "Well...I want to hear from you, the novel you haven't finished before..." Yueyue said.

   Like when they were young, they spent the New Year and Shou New Year together. They chatted all over the world, chatting about the world copy, chatting about his and her experience in the past four months, and chatting about the yearning for the future.

   They all realized that six o'clock in the morning represented a moment of life and death, and no one slept that night. He leaned on the bed, she sat beside the bed, and the trivial words scratched the brightly colored ginkgo leaves like a gust of wind, as if to make up for the decades she spent in the dungeon world.

   They chatted until it was nearly six o'clock, and the rippling dawn gradually appeared on the edge of the sky.

   As if to witness this moving miracle of night turning into day, Yueyue stopped her voice and stared out the window quietly.

They are far away in an unknown small city, they don't know how the battle is going on the front line, and they don't know whether a nuclear explosion that could destroy the entire world will happen. And the brilliant future is delivered to this beautiful world.

   "click".

The    second hand turned, at 6:00 in the morning, the expected time for the launch of the nuclear explosion had come.

   At this moment, everyone seemed to stop breathing, facing an unknown fate, not knowing whether they would perish in the flames of the whole world.

   However, at this moment, Su Mingan did not hear the rumbling sound, nor did he see the orange-red fire or mushroom cloud that destroyed everything. He was still lying in the pure white ward, and nothing happened.

   "Success."

  Tears rolled down Yueyue's face, and she squeezed his hand tightly.

  Ling Guang did not choose to launch a nuclear explosion, and the world was not destroyed at this moment.

   "...success?"

  Su Ming'an still had an unreal delusion, he delayed until the sixteenth episode to teleport to save Yueyue, because he himself knew that this path was almost impossible to succeed.

   "Success! Ming An! It's past six o'clock, we see dawn!" Yueyue clenched his hand.

   Unlike the blessing of parting at night, this time her face was filled with real joy.

  Su Ming'an quickly calmed down: "Let's leave here first, don't stay too long to prevent Lin Guang's backhand."

   "I've been sitting all night and my legs are numb. I can't walk. Can I sit in your wheelchair?" Yueyue stretched out her hand, her legs were numb from her sitting.

  Su Ming'an pulled her up, her bones were a little hard, he put her on a wheelchair, and with a "hula", they rushed out of the hospital along the window and into the sky.

   The dawn lifts the veil of the night and spit out a bright morning. The girl's black hair fluttered in the wind, and her robe fluttered backwards, like the wings of a white dove.

  Like two birds, they dashed towards freedom, and everything in the heaven and earth seemed to hang upside down.

  Su Ming'an wanted to take her to a safe place and return to the dangerous front line by herself.

   "Why do you think Linguang launched a nuclear explosion?" In the air, they went around and talked about this dungeon.

   "Ling Guang said that everything he did was to pave the way for me, but I don't understand why the nuclear explosion was to pave the way for me." Su Mingan said.

   "You still don't think he is Lu Shu?"

   "Even if I think so in my heart, I will still respect an independent individual. In my eyes, he is just a light." Su Mingan said.

   "Well..." Yueyue thought for a moment: "If you think about it, maybe Lu Shu has been roasting sweet potatoes somewhere."

  Su Mingan smiled: "I hope so."

  The scene passed by the speeding wheelchair. This was an air journey. After a while, Yueyue shook her head slightly and sang:

  "You are the beginning of the letter, the content of the poem, the end of the fairy tale~

   "You are a miracle of course~ You are the moonlight so beautiful~

  "You are a gift from Santa to me~good boy~"

   This week, she was not covered in burns and blood, as pure as a newborn. He finally saved her completely.

The    song fluttered in the sky, and the wheelchair drove towards the end of the world, like a pegasus flying to a fairy tale.

   "The scenery is so beautiful..." She opened her arms and raised her head high.

  The scenery of the ruined world is something that Zhai Xing has never had before. There are pools of rising blood, mountains that sparkle like amber, and rainbow-colored fireflies that overlap and flicker among the clouds... At this moment, his mind is very peaceful, and everything in the world is beautiful in his eyes.

   As if to throw everything away, at this moment, the task bar that haunted him for four months was no longer in his mind, only her melodious singing.

   Only at this moment did he feel truly alive.

   "You are my adventure, the marker I'm looking for~

  You are the thread that divides my life and connects them..."

   At seven in the morning, they reached the end of the world.

  The data of 0 and 1 is like a sky, flowing in front of them. The scenery on the edge of the world is very strange, it is a bottomless abyss of data flow.

  The wheelchair slowly landed, and her singing stopped.

   "It should be safe here." Su Mingan planned to put her down. No war will spill over to the edge of the world.

   He took her slender, hard hand, trying to get her down.

  Yueyue held his hand tightly, as if she didn't want to leave.

   "Come down, we're already here." Su Ming'an said.

   "Okay, there are so many people waiting for you, go back." Yueyue comforted him like a child: "Also, time is running out."

"What time?"

   "Your return time is about to be fixed."

  Su Ming'an was stunned, and without thinking much, he subconsciously said "um".

   He took a half-step forward, wanting to put her down, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.

   The next moment, horror exploded in his mind like thunder.

  【The retracement point is about to be fixed...】

  Why Yueyue would say such a thing?

  Suddenly, he pushed her away, and a blood-red color suddenly entered his eyes.

and many more…

   He took a step back, and the scene in front of him exploded like fireworks—

   "Call..."

   He suddenly felt a painful scorching heat in the air, and a dull, weightless feeling suddenly transpired in his chest. In the distance, an orange-red mushroom cloud appeared, and a ring of fire was spreading outward.

   Pain and madness were like claws pierced through him, and a thick layer of cold sweat was oozing from his back.

  God's leisurely voice sounded in his ears: "The nuclear explosion broke out an hour ago, you finally regained your senses..."

  Su Ming'an's vision was like a photo that was suddenly dyed in color.

   That distance—the free wind in the distance—it wasn’t wind at all.

   It wasn't dawn that flowed in the sky—it was a sky of black ash and human tissue floating like blood.

  The ruins of the city can be seen in the distance, and the land is covered with thousands of dead bones.

   And he stood on the edge of the world, in the aftermath of the nuclear explosion, like a fugitive. The white light source from nowhere has been protecting him, blocking the nuclear radiation for him, and he seems to be the only survivor.

Since 6:00 in the morning, I saw the quiet hospital destroyed by the nuclear explosion in an instant, I saw all the people celebrating the blessing festival die together in the nuclear explosion, I saw the children reduced to fly ash and charred corpses, I saw the hawkers in pain in the fire The moment he ran away - he collapsed.

The    pressure and tsunami of negativity overwhelmed him, and he knew what it meant—he had no way of not preventing a nuclear explosion.

   All good things will be buried, this is just a memory destined to be buried in the timeline. His memory would be her grave.

   So before he collapsed, he weaved for himself a dream of a bird rising into the sky.

  【Success! Ming An! It's past six and we see dawn! 】

   He imagined her singing... Her soft and dreamy singing...

   Her black hair raised high, her robe like a dove...

   And she who has been in a wheelchair...

   He turned back slowly and looked at her in the wheelchair.

  The mist shrouded in front of him gradually receded, revealing Yueyue's true appearance at this time.

  —It was a charred girl's skeleton.

  There is no high ponytail, no flying gown, no eyes, not even smooth skin.

  The underside of her legs turned into powder, sticky and connected to her coccyx, her fingers were slender and charred and tightly clasped his hand, her vertebrae bent forward, as if she wanted to hug him before she died.

He woke up like a dream, and suddenly remembered the moment at six in the morning, when the glass "crash" was shattered by the impact, everything was crushed by death, countless brilliant rays of light rushed towards them through the curtains, her expression was like a photo The same fixed, in the moment of burst into flames dissipated.

In the   nuclear explosion, she died in his arms, her legs were burned off, her whole body was festered and charred, until it turned into a dead bone, her black hair was burning in the flames... She didn't move.

   He watched this scene stiffly at the time, hugged her withered bones in the wheelchair, and made up for what she would say.

  【My legs are numb after sitting all night, I can't walk, can I sit in your wheelchair...]

  “…”

   He clearly noticed that something was wrong, but subconsciously corrected it in the direction of a reasonable explanation, thinking that nothing had happened.

   She obviously can't move anymore, he has been chatting with a dead bone, but he still thinks she is alive.

   He even started to cry for help subconsciously, Yueyue in his hallucination told him to go back and told him not to come again...

【happy? 】

   His pupils trembled violently, and they met hers, but the next moment he could only see her skull without eyes.

   He squeezed her hand tightly, as if making a contract with her, but her soft skin disappeared, leaving only the hard and hot metacarpal bones.

   Illusion and cruel reality intertwine at this moment.

  The ginkgo leaves on his head are also well protected by the source light. It turns out that Asa Akto will not die due to the nuclear explosion at all. The source light of the world will protect him, and only other people will die in pain.

   Ginkgo biloba leaves have a layer of blood-colored edge light.

  —like his blood-red eyes.

   He staggered involuntarily.

   seems to have been drawn into an empty shell without a soul.

   "If there really is a next New Year..."

   Subconsciously want to keep her, subconsciously want to celebrate the New Year with her.

   "I want to listen to your unfinished novel..."

  I want to read stories to her, share the past with her, look forward to the future with her, and set off floating lights with her...

   "I want to talk to you until the wee hours of the morning..."

   "I want to learn the piano with you and play games with you..."

   I imagine watching her singing, watching her sing like a bird.

   He carried her through blood suns and nuclear explosions, carried her to the edge of the world, and fantasized about traveling with her in the dawn...

  Want to be with her.

   I want to live with her.

  “…”

  “…”

  —but why let him carry her undead?

  —but why make him her grave?

  “…”

   His hand holding her phalanx trembled uncontrollably. Sixteen weeks of her corpse lay in front of his eyes, and no one was more tragic than before.

"sorry."

  “…”

   He tried his best.

   He even thought for a time that he had succeeded.

The word    was said by him so obscurely, like a sharp knife tore his soul.

  No echoes.

  The charred bones sat quietly in the wheelchair, as if she was still waiting by his bed in the early morning until six in the morning.

He didn't want to be brave, he wanted to say that he was in pain all the time, his whole body was as hot as being roasted on a fire, his throat was torn apart, and the nerves in his brain were about to be torn apart... He actually couldn't feel it from the beginning to the end. Any tranquility, a full sixteen weeks, even one hundred and eighty medicines are always torturing his soul...

   But she can't hear...

   But no one can hear...

   "Da."

   A footstep fell to the ground.

   is as harsh as a steel needle.

   In the flickering firelight, Xiaobi with black hair and blue eyes descended beside Su Mingan with a huge data stream, and the blade pressed against his throat with a squeak.

   "The degree of mental breakdown is 99%, you have been completely invaded, Lewis." Xiaobi lowered her eyelids slightly: "According to the contract, I will fulfill the contract and take you away."

  Su Mingan raised his head:

   "360 Security Guard, here you are..."

   "Huh? I said it all, I'm not the 360 ​​you said, what kind of thing..." Xiaobi wanted to scold.

   But she soon stopped speaking.

   Between the blades reflecting silver light,

  …she saw him crying.

   "I'm sorry..." Xiaobi said. She didn't think she should be so aggressive.

   And he hugged the dead bones in his arms and apologized frantically with her:

   "I'm sorry, I didn't do my best, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

  The ruined world is too cold.

  Don't leave her here.

  …

   (end of this chapter)