Real Game: Doomsday Survival

The members of the think tank, because they were too smart, couldn't believe the sudden good news at this time, and asked each other to slap themselves, as if it was painful to be sure that they were not in a dream, but in the incomparable real now.

When the applause sounded in the basement, the Nascent Soul cultivator stationed at the door couldn't help but look in. When he saw the old people hugging each other happily, he couldn't help but shed tears. have no idea.When the game announcement first came out, he had pinched his thigh until it was red and purple, no less painful than the old man with the slap marks on his face in the house.

"Hey, why didn't Lao Liu make any announcements about the next step!"

After the quarrel, the members of the think tank were acutely aware of this problem.

"Is it completely over?"

There is no basis at this time, and no one can draw more conclusions, but what they all know is that at least there is no need to worry now.

As the supreme leader of the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, Elder He was not very excited at this time.

"ended?"

"How did it end? Is the next step going to return to Blue Star?"

Elder He was pacing up and down the room, thinking about this question all the time.

At this moment, he holds great power, not to mention returning to Blue Star, even if he can live peacefully in Terra in the future, he can't accept it.He was able to become the supreme leader before because of the presence of foreign enemies, but now, everything has ended inexplicably, and there is no announcement of the next step.

It's hard not to let Elder He think about something, if the game ends at this moment, they will stay in Terra all the time, so what will he do in the future.

His strength is not considered the highest in the Xiuxian Alliance. If he is idle, he will definitely be beaten.

"Oh, why did you end it so suddenly?"

Elder He muttered to himself in the room as if he hated iron and steel.

Before the third war, a total of ten islands survived to the end, except for Li Yi's Sky City, that is to say, there were still nine islands.

At this time, not only the Immortal Cultivation Alliance is so excited, but the other islands are not bad at all.

On every island, it's like celebrating the new year. Whether people know each other or not, they smile brightly face to face.

On one island, a few gun salutes were fired into the sky to celebrate this moment, but the doubts lingering in everyone's minds have not dissipated, that is, how will the game go next.

What is the reason why the game does not announce the announcement? Is it because there are no enemies?Or is the game system waiting for something.

I don't know, the excitement of other islanders, Yang Chaoyue, who is on the Sky City, is looking at a colorful cloud in the distance.

Of course she heard about the game announcement, but not only did it not make her happy, it made her even more sad.

Others don't know, but she knows about Li Yi's expedition, and when the third war ended without encountering aliens in the world of Terra, this is undoubtedly due to Li Yi's credit.

And what about Li Yi?

Yang Chaoyue thought to himself, why haven't you come back yet.

Chapter 283 Fantian

Although it was only a few days apart, Yang Chaoyue felt that the distance between her and Li Yi seemed to have passed away, and the distance between them was farther than the Cowherd and Weaver Girl when they were in Blue Star.Cowherd and Weaver Girl can still see each other once a year, but Yang Chaoyue doesn't know if she and Li Yi can still see each other.

In Sky City, Yang Chaoyue only ate two meals in the past three days, not because she didn't want to eat, but because she couldn't eat at all.

Whenever he picks up his job and thinks of Li Yi looking at him like a foodie, Yang Chaoyue now feels extremely sad.

"I'm a foodie, but I only have an appetite when you're around."

Yang Chaoyue really wanted to cry, but who was he crying for? The flowers and plants in Sky City are so beautiful, Yang Chaoyue couldn't bear to let them bear his tears.

Looking at Fantian, in these few beautiful nights, Yang Chaoyue counted countless stars.

But the hateful thing is that every time the day passes and the night falls, they reappear in the sky as if nothing happened.

Day and night, there are always so many stars above my head.

As for the clouds in the sky, they were colorful for a while, and white for a while. Yang Chaoyue sometimes wanted to sit on the clouds and look for Li Yi's trace.

If Yun Duo could talk and listen, after hearing Yang Chaoyue's heartfelt voice, he would definitely land by her side and carry her to the distant sky until the sun sets and the moon appears.

That is, clouds will no longer be clouds, but stars full of heads, carrying dreams one by one.

Among them, there must be the one of Yang Chaoyue.

Looking back on her short past, Yang Chaoyue sometimes feels that she is living a dream, a dream that only she knows about.

Or, this dream was not made by herself, but she was pulled into someone else's dream.

But in any case, this is always a dream!

"If it's a dream? But why does it hurt so much?"

"If it's a dream? How could you let me bear so much in my dream?"

Want to question, want to press, but no one appears in front of her, no one bears her anger.

The indignation and helplessness that filled her heart turned into a cold loneliness that lingered in her heart for a long time.

The heart slowly became cold, hardened, and lost a little bit.

If someone came to her on the clouds at this time, she would definitely express all her feelings.

But clouds can't listen, can't speak, they can only be formed with the water vapor, and then dissipate with the rain, scattered to the earth, bringing each flower the most beautiful dream.

That would be Hua Hua's best dream, but it had nothing to do with Yang Chaoyue.

The palm of her hand was on the loose ground, and she grabbed a handful of soil. Yang Chaoyue held it tightly, but after a long time, the sand and soil had no emotion, because she was too hard, but her palm was already stinging from the fine sand and stones. .

But who can be blamed, this is the result of her own efforts.

Let go of the hand, the sandy soil slid down and fell to the ground, the same as before when the wind blew, and so did the stinging palm.

Regardless of the clean hair, Yang Chaoyue felt that he was not himself anymore, as he leaned back on a big bowl of green grass, closed his eyes and looked at the sky with his heart.

The cultivation of immortality that has been insisting on has long been put aside, and that is useless now.

Even if you have reached the highest level, how can you make up for the pain in your heart.

The grass under the pillow was slowly pressed to the ground, and it no longer looked like it was standing tall before, but Yang Chaoyue didn't look at it.

What she looked at were the colorful flowers that Li Yi had planted before.

One blue, one yellow, one red, in the most beautiful season, at the best moment, the flowers bloom their own lives on the Sky City, and when the flowers bloom, that is when they will end.

The hope of the future is left to future generations, but none of them will let go of the beautiful present.