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Chapter 347 Chapter 340 Five · "But they are obviously very happy"

The transmitted white light gradually faded away.

Su Mingan saw a bright room.

On the wall of the room, there are oil paintings with uniform spacing.In the red lacquered picture frame, there are various scenery outside Praia.There are red maple leaf forests, the vast sea reflecting the shadow of the city in the clouds, and the red streets that seem to burn in the setting sun...

Among them, Su Mingan saw a somewhat strange painting.

It is the only portrait painting among all landscape paintings.

A man in a cassock stands in front of a burning cathedral, flying a flaming dove in his hand.Blood red criss-crosses the screen, and the white dove flutters its scorched wings to the sky, and its feathers fall to the ground like sparks.

It looked so poignant.

"...Welcome to the Court of the Tulips in Playa."

The woman's voice came from outside the door.

With the "squeak" of the small carved door, a touch of bright yellow came in.

She was wearing a bright red cloak and a long golden skirt, perhaps because at night, she did not wear a crown, her long dark golden hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her pair of light-colored eyes looked extremely agile.

Seeing Su Mingan standing in the teleportation array, she slightly hooked her lips and showed a perfect smile.

As if seeing an acquaintance who had been reunited for a long time, her brows and eyes were curved, and there was a genuine smile in her eyes.

"Welcome back," she said.

……

[Lord God World · 98 server]

The night was dark.

On the square, the statue of Boss Rabbit exudes colorful light, and there are some players sitting around the statue.

They fiddle with the materials in their hands, or watch the live broadcast in front of them, this is their way of survival.

"The Seventh World is so easy." A forging player said.

"Well, it doesn't feel difficult at all." The girl drinking milk tea next to him responded.

The boy turned his head: "It's not that it's not difficult at all. Xiao Li, have you watched too many live broadcasts of the top players?"

"If you want to be cool, you must watch the top players, and the program effect is also good." Xiaoli was watching Lu Shu's live broadcast.

Although Lu Shu couldn't speak at all, the effect of the barrage in the live broadcast room was excellent. The people inside knew astronomy and geography. Just watching the barrage was equivalent to teaching herself the knowledge of 211 University.

Hearing Xiaoli's words, the boy shook his head and assumed a teaching posture:
"Xiao Li, it is also very important to support those players who are behind. You see, those players who are at the top of the list have no shortage of supporters. It will be icing on the cake if we go to see them. Why not go to the back and look for those players that no one is watching, just say a few words to them Thank goodness for them, they will respond to me, and they will give priority to my opinion...it’s such a sense of participation.”

"If you want to have a sense of participation, why don't you go down by yourself." The girl sipped the milk tea.

"Hey, drink like this." The boy put down the props in his hand, held the girl's hand, and helped her tilt the cup.

The warm temperature passed between the palms of the two, and the girl's face blushed a little.

"...Then I'm still here to accompany you, Xiaoli." The boy whispered beside her: "Our parents are not around, if I die, or if I happen to encounter a world like Baisha Paradise, I will go completely crazy What are you going to do?"

Xiao Li gave him a slight push: "You won't be crazy, you are very optimistic."

"That's hard to say." The boy said with a hippie smile: "I used the forum before and saw that there are many people who appear to be normal on the surface, but suffer from mental illness in the Mainland—this thing is so mysterious that it is not true to go to the hospital. Look, you don't even know you're sick."

"So, are we actually avoiding danger?" Xiaoli hesitated for a moment.

She still felt a little guilty about not leaving the game and just being a purely casual player who ate, drank and drank.

"Look." The boy called up an interface to show her: "This is an order from the World Tree Association."

The girl saw that it was a very high-paying equipment forging order.

"World Tree Guild?" She was stunned: "How did you get involved with them? Isn't that the super big guild in the West? You..."

"That's right." The boy raised his head high, looking very proud: "I hugged my thighs. Their guild happened to be recruiting individual blacksmiths recently. I just happened to sign a long-term order with them."

"Really?" The girl threw away the milk tea in her hand and hugged it up: "You are amazing, Junyi!"

Does she know what this long-term order means.

Remuneration means points, and points mean the life of others.

Points are hard to earn. The income of players is in a pyramid state. The higher the income, the fewer the number of people.The signing of the long-term order means that even if the game is over, their harvest can be guaranteed.

"Look, let me say that my original choice was right." The boy's tone was rather smug: "It is indeed exciting to go to various worlds to see and see, but these worlds have passed, and I feel that's it. I Look at those trash players working hard, just to give away their heads, they are not happy at all. Unlike us, we live a leisurely life and have a stable income...Xiao Li, don't worry, I made a vow at the beginning of the game, I I will definitely provide you with the best life...you just need to watch your live broadcast with peace of mind..."

Xiaoli hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder, looking extremely happy.

The happy couple embraced under the colorful lights.

The milk tea cup rolled to the ground and was suddenly stepped on by a shoe.

A figure that is different from the leisurely people walked by with extremely fast footsteps, almost running at a speed.

He ran past the "crashing" fountain, ran past happy people, and rushed into the night.

Xiao Li straightened up, feeling that the man looked familiar.

"...Who is that?" She wondered how someone could run so fast.

"I don't know." Jun Yi approached her: "Leave him alone, Xiaoli... When the game is over, we will save a lot of points, and I will exchange them for many benefits. I believe that when the time comes, your father Will definitely agree with us..."

Lily hugged him tightly.

She cherishes this sense of happiness very much, without the discipline of her family, without the constraints of material conditions, just staying with the other party is the most carefree thing.

The festive atmosphere on the eve of Christmas Eve gradually became stronger.

Colorful lights flicker along the street, and gentle vibro music plays melodiously in the night.

The whispering couple hugged each other by the fountain, beside them were slightly hunched middle-aged people walking for a walk, and unsupervised children ran from the street to the other side playing around.

In the live broadcast room of the top players, snowflake-like bullet screens floated.

Everything looked very peaceful.

……

The young man who had been running in a hurry ran across the street and stopped in front of a white building.

He was about to walk in.A person who seemed to have been waiting for a long time came beside him.

The person who was waiting looked about 30 years old in appearance, with young brows, but his eyes looked a little desolate, and behind his hands, there was a calm and majestic attitude.

"Mo Yan, are you here?" the man said in a low voice.

"Here we come." Mo Yan said.

He hasn't played since World Six.

the reason is simple.

...he felt something was wrong with him.

During the breaks, when communicating with his sword, he could feel his own obvious resistance.

As if someone was breathing on his neck, even when he was sleeping at night, he always felt that there was someone lying on the ceiling.

He tried to look and saw flax's face.

In Baisha Paradise, flax's face is like a shadow.

… He knew he was hallucinating, that even though he was determined enough, there were unhealed psychological wounds.

He concealed the matter and went to the World Forum to see how other players dealt with this situation.

... Then he saw countless abuse directed at himself.

Many of these insults are unreasonable, just because they have appeared beside the first player, they want to scold him, it seems that scolding him can make them superior.

They scolded him for having other motives, scolded him for licking dogs, scolded him for dragging people's legs, scolded him for not being able to locate clearly, they exhausted all insulting words, and analyzed him from every angle, as if they wanted to grab him A few actions put him on the pillar of shame.

He felt very wronged, and he felt that he had done something wrong to be insulted by everyone.

So he began to reflect, and began to read those posts scolding him carefully, hoping that he could do better.

Then by chance, he saw another post.

...the same abuse.

It's just that people's insults have changed, some are Su Shi, some are Yu Ruohe, some are Xiao Xiao, some are Qin Ze, and he even saw people scolding Lu Shu and Yue Yue among them.

They can always grasp the "sinisterness of human nature" from every angle, and then make wild speculations and abuse others with the greatest malice. As long as someone appears in the spotlight, they will scold them, because these people are not the "perfect" saints in their hearts .

So Mo Yan gradually understood.

It's not that he did something wrong, it's just that this group of people like to scold others.

They unilaterally endow some people with the responsibility of being "perfect" and then supervise them as supervisors.In this way, they will always be blameless as "critics".

—and as actors who accuse others, the more they accuse others, the more honorable they themselves will appear.

Mo Yan followed the man into the snow-white building.

As soon as he entered, he smelled a strong smell of disinfectant.

He looked up.

In the ward and in the corridor, there were faint crying sounds. People were wearing hospital gowns, walking among them like walking corpses, accompanied by weeping relatives and friends.

The entire snow-white building seemed to be trapped in a sad mood.

"Mo Yan, your brother is doing well." The man next to him said, "His mental state is fairly normal, but he has thoughts of giving up on himself from time to time. You don't have to come and see him so often."

"I just have nothing to do." Mo Yan glanced at the patient lying on the bench covering his face and crying bitterly: "Besides, my brother has gone to the Seventh World. If I don't come again, no one will see my brother."

"Nothing to do? I remember you teamed up with the first player in the sixth world, right?" The man touched his bearded chin: "Why don't you seize the opportunity to talk to the first player and let him be in the seventh world?" The world is taking you too? I see that your younger brother, Mo Wen, is not on the team with Ren? Why don't you fight for it?"

"My younger brother was able to form a team with them because of his powerful skills. As for me, there is no need to forcefully post it." Mo Yan said: "I have closed private messages, and I have no friends with Big Brother. I don't want to involve Big Brother."

"This is, you can't contact him on your own initiative?" The man smiled.

"My strength is not good, so there is no need to drag big brother down."

"..." The man was silent for a moment: "Mo Yan, did you read the words of those people on the forum?"

Mo Yan raised his head and said nothing.

The pale light of the hospital passed by his eyes, and his expression was frighteningly quiet.

"A dog barks harder at people who are afraid of it than at people who yell at it. If you want to run, it will be even more rampant. It can't wait to chase you after you. It is happy to appreciate your kindness. It looks like running away in a hurry." The man said: "Animals and humans have the same thing - you don't have to treat those guys as human beings, the more you escape, the more silent you are, the more rampant they are, the more happily they scream."

Mo Yan looked at him with extremely quiet eyes.

"And what about brother?" he said.

"That depends on how you look at him." The man said, "Whether you see him as your big brother who is close to you, or as the number one player who is out of reach. Is he the one who gives you hope, or... drags you into it together?" A person in the quagmire of public opinion?"

"Big Brother is Big Brother." Mo Yan said.

The man laughed inexplicably.

"In a sense, your big brother is right." He said, "Don't you think that group of guys on the forum are just a bunch of clowns talking to themselves?"

Mo Yan listened and thought.

"...But those guys clearly danced happily."

He said.

(End of this chapter)