Live broadcast to save the United States

[Woman with the ceiling of strength: What a disaster... 】

【Who wouldn't want to talk: I finally saw hope, but it was taken away again...】

[Gan Fan Chanyuan family: Damn God, can you just be so shameless? ! 】

"It's really tragic." Shibusawa Ryuhiko said with emotion.

"You touch the corner of your mouth, and tell me this sentence after you put away the smile on your face." Jiasheng Yuanzhi snorted coldly.

They didn't know how long they had been in this illusion. The time inside and the time outside seemed to be inconsistent. They should have stayed for a long time, but they would not be hungry or tired, and their appearance had not changed.

"I can't help it, because this kind of Kasei-kun is too dazzling, I can't help but smile." Shibusawa Ryuhiko was like a completely changed person at the beginning, he stuck to Kasei Fuchinoue's side with a smile on his face, That considerate and intimate appearance made some viewers in the live broadcast very upset.

[Chicken breaks the cat: Stay away from Xiao Jiasheng for me! 】

[The target is the Pokémon Master: Don't stick to it cheekily! 】

[Sesame stuffed rice balls: It's really unpleasant. 】

[Where is the light of my life丨丨: Heh, a bunch of defeated dogs. 】

"What will you do next? In a world where there is no hope at all."

Shibusawa Ryuhiko stared at Jiasheng Fuchinogami with burning eyes, he was looking forward to it too much, the emptiness and boredom of the past completely disappeared, Bai Qilin's whole body was seized by everything in front of him, the hope that made the heart beat violently Let the blood in the body wash away the tendons, making Shibusawa Ryuhiko's face flushed slightly.

"..." Yoshio Fuchinoue didn't want to answer, he glanced coldly at Ryuhiko Shibusawa who had posted over without authorization, and turned his gaze back to himself in the illusion of memory.

If you look at it from a third perspective, you can observe things that your previous self didn't notice.

"Have you not given up yet, Mr. Jiasheng?" The clown magician sat on the chair, the chair was tilted up, and Gogol made a deft and stable posture, with a pair of long legs swaying gently.

"The world is about to end. After man-made disasters, there will be natural disasters, just like the punishment from God in mythology, until there are no more creatures on the ground."

Jiasheng Yuanzhi's eyes were dark blue, and he had hardly had a good night's sleep recently.

After learning about the volcano's change, he has issued an order for residents to build underground bases. Now everyone is hurrying to build underground bases to prepare for the disaster that may last for several months.

"This is human beings' self-inflicted, so these disasters are also the punishment they should bear." Gogol stared at Jiasheng Yuanzhi with his golden eyes, and said word by word.

"Do you know, Mr. Jiasheng, when I went around the base recently, I heard a lot of complaints about you. They think you are a tyrant who deprives others of their freedom."

Gogol smiled contemptuously and coldly when he said this.

Because of the eruption of the volcanoes, the base had to summon personnel to build underground shelters, but there is no doubt that such work is heavy and cumbersome, and not everyone is willing to do coolies, but Jiasheng Fuchinoue forced everyone to work, which caused There have been some complaints, and some people think that Jiasheng Yuanshang is a tyrant, this is slavery!It is cruel exploitation!

"You've done enough, stop doing it, they're not worth it."

"Give up here, isn't there a lot of people staring at the position of the leader of the base? Hand over this doomed base to those guys, take those two little guys, let's get out of here, and go to the south."

"The earth is so big, it is impossible for all places to be covered with volcanic ash. With the strength of you and me, we can live well."

In the illusion of memory, Jiasheng Fuchinogami moved his wrist that was constantly approving documents, he raised his head, looked at the clown magician, and suddenly a small smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Gogol... I know there are indeed people They are complaining about the hard work of building shelters, but more people understand that underground shelters must be built, and this must be done if they want to survive the next disaster.”

"You can't take the complaints of a few people as the thoughts of the majority."

"Also, didn't you say that the relationship between people is brainwashing? Why did you suddenly say such things to me? It's as if you were worried about me. It's so strange. It's not like you at all." Originally, I just wanted to make fun of it and lighten the solemn atmosphere. The despair and pain caused by the volcanic eruption are already enough, and there is no need to add more negative emotions.

After Jiasheng on Yuanzhang exposed Gogol's fear of loneliness, the silver-haired Russian didn't pay much attention to him, probably because he was poked into a sore spot in his heart.

Although these remarks did not forget to satirize the useless work done by Jiasheng Yuanzhi, they also revealed Gogol's intention to make Jiasheng Yuanyou relax a bit—since it is futile to do so, why not do it at the end? At this moment, let go of those drags?

Those people are not the responsibility of the good students in Yuanshang, and naturally they don't need to let the red-haired boy give everything to be responsible, not to mention that there are still people who have accepted the favor from the good students in Yuanshang, but still complain and complain.

"Yeah, I also don't feel like me at all." Gogol muttered to himself, he jumped off the chair lightly, and quietly walked towards Jiasheng Abyss among the piles of documents.

If the apocalypse had not happened, Gogol would not have shaken the freedom he pursued, nor would he have realized so clearly that what he pursued was just foam on the sea, a mirage in the sky, and he would still be the mysterious , and the dreaded clown magician.

But the end happened, and Yoshio Fuchinoue pointed out the biggest loophole in the freedom he pursued. Even if Gogol got the freedom he had been longing for, he might not be able to live, because loneliness is poisonous enough to suffocate to death.

Gogol would not have paid attention to Jiasheng Yuanzhi who stretched his neck to the noose, and would not be by the wine red-haired boy's side until now, and when the end of everything came, Gogol would not Also trying to free the other party from the shackles of that suffocation.

He obviously hates being manipulated by emotion, but Gogol's performance up to now is completely manipulated by emotion.

"I should have killed you long ago."

When Yoshio Fuchinoue realized it, Gogol had already crossed the table lightly, and the slender hands that had performed tricks to tease Nohara Shinnosuke and Nohara Aoi slipped onto Kayoto Fuchinoue's neck, and the office chair fell to the ground With a loud noise, Gogol pinned the wine-red-haired boy to the ground, and at the same time locked Jiasheng's body with his own legs and hands.

"Why haven't you been able to do it? Probably out of curiosity, wanting to see how far you can go? Because Mr. Jiasheng like that is indeed pitiful and stupid, but dazzling and charming."

"The person who can make this kind of decision in the last days is either a lunatic or a saint—now it seems that you are a saint, not a lunatic. It's a pity, because a saint will be hurt and feel pain."

Gogol lowered his head and approached Jiasheng Yuanshang, his hands were constantly strangling the wine-red haired boy's neck.

"Ugh...uhhhhhhhhhhh——" Jiasheng Yuanzhi's throat was strangled, and the pain from the suffocation made him constantly dig at Gogol's arm strangling his throat, his complexion turned pale and purple , but Gogol seemed to feel no pain. He smiled, as if he was not planning to kill someone, but was stroking a flower and brushing off the fallen leaves from his head for the better life in the abyss.

"But you like this will be bound layer upon layer until the end. It's too miserable and pitiful." Gogol lowered his head, and the silver hair slipped from his ears and fell into the abyss. On Jiasheng's cheek.

The distance between them has never been so close, so close that Gogol can smell the ink smell left on Yuanzhi Jiasheng's body, and so close that Yuanzhijiasheng can feel Gogol's fiery breath on his cheek.

Gogol's golden eyes and Yuanshang Jiasheng's purple pupils looked at each other, and each other's figures were reflected in the depths of the eyes of different colors, as if everything about each other was deeply engraved in them.

"Mr. Jiasheng is a thorn bird. Do you know the thorn bird? It is a legendary bird. Since it left the nest, it has been persistently looking for the thorn tree. When it gets what it wants, it will put its chest Climb into one of the longest and sharpest thorns, and bleed and sing."

"Some people think that tragic swan song is beautiful, and even praise and sing, but I don't think it's beautiful at all, I just think it's tragic."

"Rather than let you fall into such a tragic ending, let me give you freedom with these hands."

"Mr. Jiasheng said that only loss is the only way to freedom."

"While setting you free, I will also be free. Isn't this ending better than staying here and dying from exhaustion?"

[Inheritance the rich woman who will make the insurance company pay for bankruptcy: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !What kind of dog man is this! ! 】

[Doctor Hatchet: Is your brain sick! !What Jun Jiasheng wants to do is none of your business! 】

[Falling Hongye: I don't understand what's going on in this man's mind at all. 】

[Gorgeous rose made of poured steel: Get out with negative points!This kind of man is absolutely unacceptable! 】

[Human Black Mud: Pfft, indeed, this kind of man must never be wanted. 】

[Chick breaks the cat: How dare you pinch Xiao Jiasheng!Kill him! ! 】

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's reaction was even more intense, after all, he was at the scene compared to the audience in the live broadcast room.

For a moment, Bai Qilin even forgot that this was an illusion, and was about to attack Gogol, but his attack landed on Gogol, but it didn't land on the ground like passing through the fog, and the story in the illusion was still in memory. continue.

"...cough cough cough cough!! Huh...huh...let go...let me go..."

Jiasheng Yuanzhi couldn't get rid of Gogol, his gem was placed on the desk, and the current posture could not allow him to reach the gem.

Still not cautious enough, you should carry the gems with you, if you hide the gems in your cuffs, you can use the gems to knock Gogol into the air, and you don't have to be so embarrassed and passive like you are now.

Leaving aside the fact that this will cause Jiasheng Fuchinoue to carry gems with him, the vision of Jiasheng Yuanzhi who is downwind is becoming more and more blurred, and his heart, which was beating rapidly due to lack of oxygen, has also become slow and heavy When he got up, his limbs were numb, as if bound by invisible chains, unable to move.

Just when Jiasheng Yuanzhi thought he was really going to be strangled to death by Gogol, he felt a warm and moist liquid dripping from his cheeks, and the pressure on his neck seemed to have eased, making him Finally, I can breathe heavily.

"...Ugh."

Gogol was crying, and it was obvious that the person whose throat was strangled was the best student in the deep, but it was Gogol who was crying.

"Obviously as long as you use your strength, you can be released and you will be free...but why...why can't I do it? Why can't I kill Mr. Jiasheng?"

Gogol muttered to himself, as if he hadn't noticed that he was crying, he asked his own question strangely.

"Huh..." Jiasheng Yuanzhi was lying on the ground, and Gogol's hands were tightly attached to his neck like a necklace. Although there was still a slight sense of oppression, it was no longer suffocating and tight.

"Because Gogol is afraid of being alone, so he is reluctant to kill me."

Jiasheng Fuchinoue stretched out his hand, he stroked the cheek of the clown magician, and wiped away the hot liquid dripping from the bottom of his eyes for him.

The atmosphere became weird, Gogol's eyelids trembled slightly, and just when he was about to open his mouth to say something, the room suddenly shook violently, and the bookshelves and wardrobe fell to the ground in the shaking, and Gogol immediately After reacting, he picked up Jiasheng Yuanzhi and rolled under the desk. He put his hands on Jiasheng Yuanzhi's head to block the falling debris.

The hands are the most precious part of the clown magician, but at this moment, there are scars and bloodstains on those nimble hands, and there are regrettable flaws in the perfect hands that are like works of art.

"—is it an earthquake?"

"I have to go out and see! There are still people in the base!"

Jiasheng on Yuanzhang frowned, but the room was still shaking violently, and people couldn't stand up at all, not to mention that dust and gravel were still falling from the top of their heads, blocking the door leading to the outside world.

"...I'll take you out." Gogol was silent for a while, and finally said with a wry smile.

"Maybe it's God's will. It seems that I really can't get free... This is probably my punishment." Gogol covered himself and the good life in the abyss with his head, and activated his own Extraordinary ability [man in a suit].

Their voices disappeared from the still shaking office, and appeared in the corridor 30 meters away.

"Hold on to me!" Gogol hugged the wine-red-haired boy tightly, and continued to activate his supernatural ability. He can use his superhuman ability to transfer and move in space, even if bricks and ceilings are constantly falling from his head, Gogol can also transfer himself and Yuanshang Jiasheng before they are completely smashed down.

With the blessing of supernatural powers, Gogol successfully escaped from the building with Yuan Shangjiasheng, and the outside was also in chaos. The earthquake continued, and people ran to the open place one after another, sitting on the ground in shock, steady Hold your shaking body.

After a while, the shaking of the earthquake subsided, and people gradually regained their composure, but Yoshio Fuchinoue's face was still serious, his throat was dry, and he said to Gogol, "There seems to be something wrong... Gogol , take me to the roof to have a look."

Although Gogol planned to kill Yuanshang Jiasheng a moment ago, he still responded to Yuanshangjiasheng's request.

In a few breaths, they arrived from the ground to the roof of the building that was still intact and had a place to stand. Jiasheng Fuchinoue looked into the distance, and when he saw a sudden vacancy on the coastline, his face was pale, Lips also trembled.

The burgundy-haired boy grabbed Gogol tightly, and roared in a hoarse voice, "It's a tsunami! The tsunami is coming!"

The sky was polluted gray-black by volcanic ash, filled with the smell of sulfur, and the coast that exposed the continental shelf not far away was like a torn wound, which was shocking.

"The tsunami is coming soon! Those who are still in the underground shelter must come out immediately and go to a higher place to evacuate!"

Jiasheng Yuanzhi’s reaction was not unpleasant. Nature does not leave much time for humans to escape. Most people are working underground. Even if they receive a notice and run to a higher place, within a few minutes, How high can you escape?

"Xiaokui and Xiaoxin are still down there!"

Yoshio Fuchinoue's body trembled. The underground base was being built while transferring residents. Young children and frail old people were the first to be transferred in, but now that considerate measure has become a hindrance to their escape. bondage.

Jiasheng Yuanzhi gritted his teeth. He subconsciously touched the gemstones on his body, trying to build a wall to stop the tsunami that arrived next, but suddenly remembered that all his gemstone reserves were left in the office.

"I'm going to get your gem." Gogol said quickly, "Go and organize the rescue first, I'll be there soon."

Jiasheng Yuanzhi did not refuse. He was sent to the ground by Gogol. The burgundy-haired boy shouted hoarsely, explaining to everyone that the tsunami was coming, and asked those who could still move to follow him and go underground. Evacuation centers pick up disabled children and the elderly.

[The target is Pokémon Master: These people won’t go, Mr. Jiasheng is still too immature to tell them that the tsunami is coming. 】

[Falling Red Leaf: After all, in the face of disaster and death, fear of death and selfishness are human nature. 】

【Money never sleeps: Mr. Jiasheng is too anxious to tell the truth. These people will only be busy escaping by themselves, and will not come to help at all. 】

[It's obviously a lop-eared rabbit with thorns: ahem... the strong save themselves, the weak have no need to survive, and death is just letting nature take its course. 】

[Qian Fan Temple family: Damn...!Can't you help Mr. Jiasheng! 】

The audience in the live broadcast room had already guessed what was about to happen next. Thinking of the pain and despair that Jiasheng Yuanzhi would suffer in such a helpless situation, the barrage could not help but worry about it.

"Please, everyone! My strength alone is far from enough... Please help me and pick up the children and old people with me!" Jiasheng Yuanzhi had tears in his eyes. He begged and looked earnestly. watching the crowd around.

Some viewers in the live broadcast room couldn't bear to watch it any longer. No one would be so foolish as to risk their lives to save others in an underground shelter. They didn't have enough time to escape, so how could they care about other people?