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"..."

Su Ming'an did not answer.

The admiration of the man who should answer this is long dead.

He was just a passer-by who took over the body of Ching Wang, who was purely for the task.

The grievances and grievances of these people have nothing to do with him, and he doesn't care. It was only because it was related to the task that he put the most energy into it. Outside of the mission, everything has nothing to do with him.

He closed his eyes, only to feel his consciousness drifting away a little bit.

"call……"

He heard a gust of wind in his ear, scraping his auricle like a fluttering feather of a chick.

The original trend of getting colder suddenly stopped. He felt that his body was quickly pulled up by a force, like a seedling in the ground. In the "click" sound of a piece of ice being forcibly broken, he felt a A cold, dry wind blew past his cheeks.

He opened his eyes.

The man in black was covered in blood all over his body, like a blood-colored windbreaker.

There was a huge blood opening on his body, and the blood was still gushing frantically at this time.

Everything around him seemed to be stagnant, the spreading ice and snow froze in mid-air, and the soil splashed and scattered by the energy was clearly visible.

Chen Yang dragged himself to block the ice cold that rushed up quickly from the surroundings, and opened a large umbrella to block all the wind and snow.

He tried his best to break through the defensive line of Shengqi, and before the ice completely solidified, he lifted Su Ming Anto up.

"I don't know why Ching-Ji chose you."

Chen Yang's injuries were very serious. After forcibly breaking through the defense line and pulling Su Ming'an out, his voice became shattered, mixed with beast-like painful gasps, and every sound was like sticking blood:

"...But I know that you have no choice."

Chen Yang said, using all his strength, he was thrown from a piece of ice and snow:

"You are the one who admires and chooses, and it can only be our last hope..."

The hard ice froze up a little bit, and when he was lifted up, thrown into the sky, and quickly enveloped by the light of the space, Su Ming calmed down and saw the man in black who was in the midst of a crystal clear ice, with a pair of bright lights. fire eyes.

"...Although it's shameless to entrust such a major mission to you, an outsider." Chen Yang said, his body was covered by frost, and his footsteps were gradually stagnant.

"But... please forgive us for being able to carry his expectations..."

Chen Yang's voice was getting smaller and smaller, and the words were gradually broken. The color of the water in his eyes slipped quietly, like a wave of light that passed away quietly in the waves.

The cold and silent dark blue spread out with a thick layer of ink centered on him, as if a thick layer of oil was poured on the surrounding space.

Su Ming looked at him steadily.

This person's eyes, at this moment, extremely overlapped with Hui Shuhang's first week's eyes.

In the first week, Hui Shuhang was greeted by a worthless death ending.

Her body once scattered like feathers, leaving no trace, and suddenly disintegrated and disappeared in front of her eyes.

They were all so desperate to keep him alive...even at the cost of themselves dying like moths to a flame. They have always identified a [future], blindly believing that admiration will be successful, even if that future they themselves will never see again.

The leader in the dark night, if he dies in the night, he will not see the dawn.

...

[——I will definitely, let you live safely after the festival. 】

...

Su Mingan suddenly understood the meaning of Hui Shuhang's words.

When he saw Chen Yang's surprisingly bright eyes, Su Ming'an felt a sense of sight.

It seems that somewhere, he has been held up like this without hesitation, and the other party's eyes are also like this, like looking at the hope of the whole world.

Later, that kind of sight became more and more common, and gradually made him numb. It seems that in every dungeon world, he can see such a person and look at him like this.

He stared at Chen Yang, watching him fall, until the ink color completely disappeared from sight.

When he was gently lifted and wrapped by the space halo, he saw Sheng Qi's eyes not far away, also looking at himself, and there was stagnant water inside.

The trend of teleportation has been completed, and in this small meeting blocked by Chen Yang, Sheng Qi has been unable to stop himself from leaving.

On the shoulder, the blood-red pattern gradually disappeared, but the pain still existed.

Su Mingan spat out a mouthful of blood, gradually fell into a daze, and disappeared into a white wave of space.

In the forest under the slanting sky, there is only a dead silence covered by ice and snow.

...

[The boss battle ends automatically. 】

[You have officially left the army and joined the revolutionary army faction. 】

[Perfect clearance process 65%]

[Survival rate: increased by 11.3%]

...

When he gradually regained consciousness, the first thing Su Mingan felt was the cold that spread from all over his body.

The air was dry and cold, and he could hear the crackling of sparks, as if there were fires burning.

The sound of a spoon beating on a porcelain bowl was clear, not far from him, as if someone was eating.

He didn't open his eyes, but looked at the barrage first.

[...It should be okay, this situation. 】

[Why do I think it's not very good, Su Mingan didn't change his clothes, and he still wore the emblem of the army, which was directly regarded as a person in the army...]

[I don’t think there is a problem. Brother Ming An can’t fight that ceiling boss, and there is no problem with fighting ordinary mobs. I'm mainly afraid that there are players secretly attacking... This piece seems to be hiding a lot of players. 】

[Fortunately, that single ponytail NPC has been protecting Ming An, otherwise I feel that those players who are just about to move would have already started. 】

[...Not necessarily, what if the single ponytail NPC is also played by the player? 】

[From another live studio, I don't feel like it. 】

[When will the first player wake up? It doesn’t look like the first person, I’m bored for a long time. 】

[Damn, why is everyone protecting him, there is no danger at all...]

【…】

Even if he didn't open his eyes and looked at these barrages, Su Ming'an could probably know some information about the current situation.

Logically speaking, he should have successfully escaped. Chen Yang successfully broke through the restrictions at the last moment of his life and used space teleportation to allow himself to leave.

Moreover, judging from the fully recovered health bar, Sheng Qi should not be able to keep up, and he did not encounter any danger during the coma...

Now, I just don't know, where have I been sent to?

He opened his eyes slightly.

The wind soaked with the breath of flame hit his face, and in front of him was a figure with a jet-black ponytail with his back turned to him.

Her figure was slender, but her back was straight, and through that strand of hair, he saw a silver star on her shoulder.

Instead of seeing the sky, he saw the top of the tent.

...I am in the tent.

The woman with her back to him sat at the entrance of the tent, blocking most of the incoming wind.

He could vaguely hear conversations outside the tent, and it seemed that he was picked up by this group of people after being teleported into a coma.

Judging by the fact that he was in a tent and not tied up, it shouldn't be too bad.

He got up and made a slight rubbing noise. After noticing that some of the defensive items that Hui Shuhang had helped him with were taken away, he heard the slight voice of the woman next to him.

"Awake?" She turned her head, and the red knotted rope tied in a ponytail flew like a butterfly.

The fireworks on the fire reflected on her face, and dazzling strips of light were sprinkled on her face. She turned her head sideways, holding a jug of wine in her hand, and her firefly eyes were as light as a lake.

She has a pair of dark eyes and satin-like ink hair, and her facial features are soft. She doesn't look like those NPCs with obvious otherworldly colors, but looks like the East Asians on Zhai Xing, giving him a feeling of meeting old friends in a foreign land. .

... But he knew that the person in front of him was definitely not someone from Zhai Xing.

At most, it just looks alike. He heard that there are different races of life in this world, and their appearance is not the same.

What made him so sure was because of a system prompt:

[You have met the Revolutionary Army·Key NPCs (single and double)]

[Note: Please try to get the other party's favorability, so as not to directly enter the BE line. 】

[NPC (single and double) current favorability: -20 (cold) (unrecognized identity, deal with the hostile faction.)]

Since entering this world dungeon, this is the first time Su Mingan has seen negative favorability.

Judging from this favorability degree, the other party should not recognize him as admiration, nor do they know what he has in his hands, and only regards him as a fallen victim of the army, so the favorability degree is so low.

If it wasn't for his status as the one in power, he forced the favorability of the enemy faction NPCs to reach the level of "coldness". With the hostile attitude of the revolutionary army towards the main army, he would have been chopped up when he was in a coma.

Even so, the other party's attitude didn't look very good.

"Don't walk around when you wake up, just stay here." Shanshuang looked at him with a very cold tone: "There are revolutionary troops outside. I can't guarantee what consequences you will suffer when you go out."

Su Mingan smiled: "It's okay, I won't walk around, thank you for saving me."

"Hmph..." Shanshuang glanced at him, and glanced back and forth on the cloth with the emblem of the army embroidered on him: "Look at your body, your status should not be low, you should be a smart person. Be good and be good at the place. I won't hold on to your identity either."

Su Mingan blinked.

"...I can see that you have no ability or energy fluctuation at all." Shanshuang said, "Although it is said that the war should not involve people without force, but in order to repay us, you should cooperate with us well."

Su Ming'an found out that the way of speaking of this single and double is really quite direct.

She could see that he was incompetent and should be just an ordinary person in the army, not a soldier who was directly hostile to them.

But she still wanted to take him, rescue him, not kill him, and cooperate with them...

Su Ming'an understood - this was probably taking him as a bargaining chip for some kind of deal?

After all, the emblem on his body is obviously the mark of the nobles of the army.

He watched Shanshuang walk out, with his back to him, without defense against him.

When she was about to close the curtain door, he reached out his hand, trying to put it on her shoulder.

"Bang!"

【HP-360! (Critical attack!)]

Violent energy suddenly erupted from her body, and Su Mingan deliberately did not put on a defensive posture, but took it hard.

"Bang!"

A hole was suddenly pricked in the tent, and he was thrown out, breaking through the thick trees all the way, bringing up a blade of grass, and the flying blood was like scattered oil spots, flying everywhere, directly on the ground. A red dot road was dyed.

The chatter outside stopped completely.

Then, the rustling of grass blades sounded, and it seemed that someone wanted to come here to take a look.

"……what happened."

"The kid from the puppet army seems to have been beaten out."

"Is the second commander's hand? I'll go and see..."

"I already said that I shouldn't save the guy who fell to the ground. Even if he is incapable, he shouldn't be brought into the revolutionary army..."

"--do not move!"

A loud female voice sounded, stopping the group of revolutionary troops who wanted to come and see. Then, the girl with a ponytail pushed aside the blades of grass and walked over first.

She looked at Su Ming'an, who was lying on the ground, covered in blood, and frowned slightly.

"...Are you all right?" she asked, taking a few steps closer.

"It's not very good." Su Mingan said, and suddenly there was another pain in his chest.

He saw a very obvious debuff hanging below the health bar in his field of vision.

[Blood pattern (duration three days): Continuous debuff, when the action is violent, the curse of blood damage will be triggered. 】

Su Mingan knew that the curse imprint was still there, and even if it was teleported away, the debuff on him under the Holy Revelation still existed.

Although the blood loss was not much, it stopped after losing 300 points of blood, but this time bomb always existed, so he had to care.

"—you get up, you get up first."

Just when he lowered his head and vomited blood, he suddenly felt that a shadow was blocked in front of him, and the girl's white hand reached out.

He looked up and saw those dark eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm just used to fighting with the army, I didn't realize that you are an incompetent guy..." Shanshuang took his hand, and then, a stream of energy passed through her hand little by little.

"I said you don't run around, don't move around, just stay in the tent. We don't want to hurt you, we just want to exchange you for some supplies..." Shanshuang kept saying, even though he There was no response, and she kept talking, as if to comfort herself: "I know that my approach has implicated innocent people, and it is no different from the top of your puppet army, but the supplies are really not enough... If you don't bring some back. If so, I'm really worried that the masses who are about to starve to death will also mutiny..."

"It's okay, I know." Su Mingan smiled: "I know."

"You?" Shanshuang raised his eyebrows: "You are a noble looking noble, what do you know?"

"Your city is in danger~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Both the army and the wandering monsters are staring at them." Su Mingan said in a low voice.

Even though his body was covered with blood spots of his own, and there was still a bright red on the ground, his expression was serious, as if he didn't feel much pain:

"You are just a group of ordinary people who have been starved and mad by corvée and locust plague. They don't have a long-term vision, and the team has no military discipline at all. They are just bloody, burning, killing, looting, and robbing the people. Even if he rises up for a while, he is just digging his own grave, and the trend of collapse is gradually visible..."

"Hey!"

A crisp sound.

The girl's hand grabbed his neck in an instant, and the movement was extremely sudden.

Her palm is not slender, it seems to have a very hard callus on the sword, the rough finger pulp rubs against his throat, and when the force tightens a little bit, he endured the pain, squinted, and saw the sudden in her eyes. Burning hysteria.

"You're laughing at me too?" She said almost gnashing her teeth, her hands a little harder, her eyes like a falcon looking at a rabbit, and like a wave rushing towards a beach crab, with an extremely strong sense of turbulence and determination.