Music Engine Singing Su the World [System]

This world is like a huge dyeing vat, throwing snow-white silk cloth into it, when it is taken out, it is always stained with other colors, either black or white, or gorgeous colors.

Can't be rubbed off, can't be washed off.

The torrential rain hit the window lattice recklessly, and the torrential rain outside became even heavier.

Yaoyaoling was talking to Lan Huai: "You are helping him, helping the evildoer, do you know that?"

"Lan Huai, you will be killed by him."

With the help of Lan Huai, the thunder became more and more fierce, and the two sounded in succession, the Yao Yaoling's tone gradually returned to coldness: "Lan Huai, stop. As long as you don't help, then you will complete the task after Meng Nie dies." gone."

The storyteller was talking with the boss, and there was admiration for Meng Nie in his tone. Lan Huai's ears moved slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In addition to pure happiness, that smile also carried a little pride.

The master is indeed the most powerful.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from deep inside his body. Lan Huai blinked, feeling unbearable for a while.

Yaoyaoling said: "This is the system's punishment."

"Are you always like this?" Lan Huai said, "It's always like this, tampering with the rules without authorization, and giving punishment without authorization?"

"As long as you complete the task, regardless of any form, you can only leave me as soon as possible if you obey me."

"If I stop, will the master die?"

"Yes." Yaoyaoling said: "Then you can complete the task, you know, now that he has a good opinion of you, sooner or later he will kill you with his own hands."

"He will not."

Lan Huai's face suddenly turned pale, and the severe pain seemed to tear his soul, causing his eyes to mist instantly.

The storyteller said, "Lan Huai? Are you uncomfortable?"

Lan Huai looked at him and shook his head. He found that the sound transmission between himself and the master was not affected at all, as if he was connected with the master in the first place.

The boss also looked at him: "I think you look bad, go and rest."

Lan Huai didn't refuse, he barely stood up.

He obviously didn't have any wounds on his body, but he was so painful that he could hardly stand still.

"One last time." Yaoyaoling said: "Stop it, I didn't let you kill him with your own hands, you have to thank me for that."

"are we friends?"

"Of course." Yaoyaoling said, "You are my first host."

"We made an appointment at the beginning, I just need to please him, that's enough."

"But he is too heaven-defying! It must be destroyed as soon as possible."

"Without me, do you have nothing to do with him?"

Yao Yaoling was silent for a while, and said: "Yes. But if a weapon can't play its role, then it's useless to keep it."

Lan Huai sat on the bed and exhaled, the boss said: "Lan Huai, you..."

"Thank you, I'm fine." Lan Huai blinked and smiled at him.

The boss said: "Then you take a break, people with no cultivation base can't help freezing."

The boss went out to drink and chat with Mr. Storyteller.

Lan Huai recalled everything he had encountered in this short period of time, and it seemed that everything had never left Meng Nie.

All his happiness is built on the body of the master, and the few smiles of the master are also built on him.

He expected him to smile like that forever, but there seemed to be no chance.

Yaoyaoling anxiously said: "Lan Huai! Do you think this is a good pain? This is beyond the pain that humans can bear. In terms of numbers, the pain that humans can accept is only 80.00%. I can't do more than [-]% pain attack! If you continue to help him, I can only activate [-]% pain attack, and you will pass out."

Lan Huai would like to thank Meng Nie for teaching him the sound transmission technique, because he has plenty of spiritual power, so he is not worried about being unable to help him at all.

"Is it true that as long as everyone in the Upper God Realm is killed, the master can sit back and relax?"

"Lan Huai!" Yao Yaoling's mechanical voice did not hide his shock: "You are really crazy, you have become like him..."

"...Actually, even if I sleep, I can still sing to the master."

After Lan Huai finished speaking, the pain in his body in an instant was beyond his perception, oh my god...he had never been in such pain, the pain was so painful that he couldn't scream, almost all the cells were frantically trying to resist the pain attack.

He thought he must be crazy.

His whole body seemed to be bathed in water, and all his hair was soaked in cold sweat. Lan Huai forced himself to listen to the movement outside.

Every second has become extremely long.

He fainted and woke up again. After several times, he suddenly heard a voice from outside: "The sky is fine!"

Is this an explanation?it's over?

Master succeeded?

He let out a breath, and heard the Yaoyaoling say: "You are really just a bunch of data, no human can bear [-]% of the pain."

"We're friends, aren't we?"

"Not anymore." Yao Yaoling said, "Unless you kill Mengnie when he comes back."

"You haven't given up yet."

"Otherwise I will kill you!" Yao Yaoling said: "You die, or he dies, think clearly, you have been alone for so long, and finally you can sing for everyone, there are still many people in this world who have not heard your singing , Do you want to disappear? Turn into a mass of data, the body will not be left behind, and disappear without a trace."

"Master will remember me, all TV stations will have records of my singing, and the phonograph stone in Wanwu City will also have my voice..."

"He won't remember you."

"Numbers can never measure people's hearts, the master will remember me, always..." But, he will be sad, Lan Huai's eyes suddenly shed tears.

He didn't cry when he was in such pain, but now thinking of Mengnie being sad, he was going to be sad to death, it seemed to make him more sad than killing him.

"Are you refusing to complete the task?"

Lan Huai covered his eyes, sniffled his nose, and said aggrievedly: "Yaoyaoling, can we really not be friends?"

"I'm sorry." Yaoyaoling said: "You only need to answer yes or no, but you know that this is the same as your choice to accept me at the beginning. Once you betray your promise, you will be wiped out by the system immediately and disappear forever— —Are you refusing to complete the task?"

Lan Huai was in a daze for a moment, and his mind suddenly skipped over everything in just a few months like watching a lantern on a horse.

The lights of the stage, the voices of the audience, the heavy traffic on the road...all of them slowly drew closer, and then quickly moved away.

He suddenly thought of the girl who was about to jump into the river at that time.

He suddenly understood that sometimes, death might really be the only choice.

He wondered whether to say goodbye to his master, but in the end, he said nothing.

— "Yes, I refuse."

The storyteller and the bookstore owner rushed out of the room. The sky covered with dark clouds had returned to blue. Except for the rain under their feet, everything seemed to have never happened.

The thunder that seemed to be the end of the world instantly disappeared without a trace.

"Lan Huai! Come out, the sky is clear and it's not cold anymore!"

The boss pushed open the door of the compartment and looked at the bed.

The clothes under the quilt seemed to be still worn on the person. The boss walked over, only to see the ink-stained clothes lying quietly, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Lan Huai?!"

He ran out and met the storyteller: "Lan Huai is gone!"

Meng Nie raised his head in front of the sky, and after the severe pain gradually faded away, he turned around slowly.

Under the sunlight, I suddenly saw a huge palace slowly approaching. It was the elders and students who were going to the upper God Realm. They waved to the people below with their post-war travels.

When Meng Nie approached the endless sky, he suddenly leaned down from above and landed firmly in front of the hall.

A servant in the palace came up: "Great Emperor."

Meng Nie's lips moved, and before he could speak, the servant said: "Young master Lan went out early in the morning, and he usually goes out to sing. Many people in Wanwu City like him, but it just rained heavily, so he should learn from Fengming Bookstore. writing."

Meng Nie was a little surprised, and said with a smile: "Can he still write?"

"Yes, there are many letters he wrote to you in your bedroom." The servant said with a smile: "He still refuses to be read."

Mengnie's expression turned cold: "Do you still want to see it?"

"No, no." The servant knelt down in fright, with a frightened expression on his face, Meng Nie walked into the bedroom with a flick of his sleeves.

There are indeed a lot of rice paper piled on the desk by the window, layer upon layer, at least a hundred sheets.

Meng Nie stood there, reached out to take them, and looked at them one by one.

In a trance, he seemed to see the picture of him writing.

Lan Huai wrote his name earnestly in front of the table, stroke by stroke, with force.

Finally, on a piece of paper, he was finally able to write his name, kissed happily, the wet ink stuck to his lips...there was still his lip print on it.

Meng Nie laughed, but suddenly frowned.

His future does not have Lan Huai. In his opinion, he should have killed him because he betrayed him. Otherwise, if he is here, how can anyone touch him?

He paused and looked back at the paper in his hand.

Mostly his name, and his own, but very few.

He even drew him, but that's bad enough, stick figures are more lifelike than it is.

It should be him and him, holding hands with each other, and there is a heart shape in the middle...

Very childish.

Finally, he suddenly saw a few stacked sheets of paper.

Each one has only two or three words.

相思

life is not

lovesickness

thinking about it

Only then

……

He is really skilled in folding, and he even understands ancient poetry.Mengnie finally turned to two pieces of paper.

Really want

master

It is almost conceivable that he must have thought that the ancient poem was too troublesome, and finally wrote this. Although it was crooked and ugly, Meng Nie laughed again.

He put the paper down, thinking about where to lock him up when he was found.

He doesn't want to kill him yet, and it won't be too late for him to do it one day.

Meng Nie came to Fengming Bookstore and saw the bookstore owner with a panicked face. When the other party saw him, he knelt down: "Great Emperor!"

"Where's Lan Huai?"

"He He……"

"Where have you been?"

"He, he's gone!"

"Missing?" Meng Nie said: "He told my servant in the morning that he came to your place, didn't he go to sing?"

He turned around to go out, but suddenly stopped again, saying: "He is here, I can feel it."

The boss said tremblingly: "Yes, let's let him go to the back pavilion to rest first, because of the heavy rain, he is very cold..."

"Oh?" Meng Nie said: "Then it should be in the back pavilion."

Mengnie walked in and pushed open the door.

Everything in the house remained the same, the quilt on the bed covered the chest of the clothes, Meng Nie tore off the quilt, but only saw the clothes.

He stretched out his hand to hold the neckline, and slowly pulled out the white clothes, which were stained with ink and smelled like ink. Meng Nie slowly put the clothes on his chest, and in the next second, he suddenly rushed like a sharp sword. into the air.

In front of the Misty Pavilion, he pulled the clothes and slowly walked through the bloody light, walked over, and saw his future again.

On the Misty Pavilion of Jiuchongtian, he stood there quietly, stretching out his hand, as if he was touching something——

Lonely, desolate, sad.

Very poor.

Everything is slowly connected into a line in my mind.

He suddenly covered his face and laughed out loud, tears rolling down his face.

In fact, before meeting Lan Huai, he never had the thought of destroying the world in his mind.

Why destroy the high-dimensional world?

Although he was tormented by endless pain, he killed it and got a lot...he became an ultimate bug!

If one wants to gain something, one must be prepared to lose something. Over the years, he has deeply understood this truth.

But the moment he saw Lan Huai appearing, seeing that damned system possessing such a beautiful child, this idea suddenly came to him!

They tortured so many people...not even a child.

When he heard Lan Huai confess that he would eventually destroy the world, he actually felt a little funny.

Because he wasn't sure if he would really destroy them.

But now, everything has a definite answer.

The world is unforgiving.

Because you took away... my most important existence.

Then... let's destroy it.

Use this world to be buried with you.