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Su Ming'an didn't speak.

He didn't know if these words came from Shanshuang's heart, or if she was a suggestive word to let him stay in the revolutionary army, but he had to admit that she was very smart, and he was indeed attracted by her words.

But he doesn't think it's black or white, he stayed because the main army wanted to kill him and the revolutionary army wanted to save him, that's all.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of grass blades plucking, and then he felt that his hand was suddenly held by the other party.

"Wait until the coming-of-age ceremony is over, until the war is over... We still need you." Shanshuang's tone was very light: "After everything is over, can you continue to be with me and spread the word about your achievements? You are the world. An indispensable existence is our hope and future... I hope you can stay and guide us to become the new leader of the revolutionary army..."

Su Mingan suddenly heard the system prompt:

[There is a special plot, and the ending takes a turn. 】

[Do you agree to the invitation of the odd pair and become a [observer]] (The observer exists apart from the player and will no longer return to the main **** space, so he will continue to live as a local inhabitant of a world. The observer can travel to other worlds and become a detached The lucky one outside the game]

... again.

In the second world, he was tempted to stay in Baicheng and become an observer. Up to now, at the critical moment when the war is imminent, is it happening again?

Every invitation is accompanied by unparalleled temptation. The second world is to tempt him to become the ruler of Baicheng and control the army of androids, and this time is even more unusual. It wants to directly tempt him to become the leader of the entire magical world.

He looked at the single pair, the girl's eyes were bright.

Her eyes are completely different now, like a flash of light, and like a river of stars that fills the sky. When her eyelids are opened and closed, it is like the whole long river is flowing.

So serious and seems to be pouring everything out, it's beautiful.

Maybe she didn't realize what her words meant. But the expectations were far too obvious.

He was familiar with this look, just like Hui Shuhang once... They all regarded him as the future of the world, thinking that he was more precious and important than their lives.

Their eyes were exactly the same as those of the Light Chaser in his dream. Stronger than Lu Shu and longer than Yueyue. He is also saving all the people in this world, albeit in the form of a mission.

For a moment, he remembered the eyes they looked at him when he killed those players, like looking at a lifelong enemy, like a sinner looking at a whole world.

Audiences with unclear positioning are addicted to enjoyment, guiding the country with a high-level attitude, and enjoying the success with the attitude of dealing with entertainment anchors.

The self-proclaimed light-seeker girl is taken out of context because of his few words.

The artificial first player who ignores the overall situation, does not care about the hope of other people who are equipped on his body, and takes over the chaos in the main **** space, dying worthless.

His thoughts seemed to have not been understood from the very beginning. His wishful thinking to redeem Zhai Xing was on the verge of collapse after the rules of the main god's space were changed.

He has seen the World Forum and seen the super words about him.

People say he's gone mad.

In addition to the perfect completion of the dungeon mission, his behavior is completely contrary to the behavior of normal people.

Now is the fifth copy.

There are still ten months left.

He put his hand on the single pair of hands, and then opened her fingers a little bit.

"I..." He was about to speak when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps coming from behind.

"--At this!"

"I found I found it!"

Shanshuang's expression changed, she got up quickly, and the black knife drew an arc and pointed directly there.

From the side of the hill, there were a group of players not wearing revolutionary army costumes. Maybe they had some hidden props that made them rush over from the patrol line of the revolutionary army without being discovered by others.

Their eyes were accurately fixed on Su Ming'an, and their expressions were extremely excited.

The barrage had anticipated this scene. They often saw players like this suddenly pounce on him, because Su Ming'an's identity had long been revealed, and even the revolutionary army pretending to be a player would suddenly attack him.

Faced with this scene, the audience did not panic at all, because they had long been accustomed to the principle of "Su Ming'an cannot fail".

"—stand back!"

The black knife in one hand glowed with cold light, her eyes were cold, and it seemed that she might shoot at any time.

Su Mingan walked out from behind her, and a white light of space already appeared around her body.

...he wasn't going to let these people go.

Since the other 10,000 or so players in this world are ranked with him, the positioning of these people is destined to be his stepping stone. It's good that he couldn't find players in the past. Now that this group of people has taken the initiative to send them out, he has no reason to let them go.

His current combat power has soared quite fast, and his hidden profession has begun to follow up. When the attributes are gradually stacked, the damage he can cause will be devastating.

He walked up to the five players.

The sword has been shot, he looked at the group of people, his eyes were flat.

It is very strange that his gesture of attacking is already obvious, but the five people in front of him still did not draw their swords, and even stared at him with fanatical expressions.

"—Light, Lighthouse Ann!"

The sudden voice made him a little stunned.

A young man with an East Asian appearance in the middle of the five-member team looked at him, his fists clenched, his eyes bright, and he looked like a little girl chasing stars.

His name also caused a momentary stagnation in the barrage that was originally clamoring for "kill them!"

"Lighthouse Ann, we are here to give you points!"

The five-man squad sees things straight.

Before Su Ming'an could answer, the young man began to speak loudly:

"Lighthouse An'an, we have all seen the channel chat. Someone reported your location. It is estimated that many people are coming over now... Some people say that you are robbing points, right, it is estimated that you are short of points..."

Next to him, a beautiful girl flipped her hair: "That... The five of us all started adventures in the third world, and we still have a lot of useful things on our bodies. Thinking about what you probably need, we hit it off and come over. now..."

"Player number one, don't do it yet, listen to us, we are really here to give points, there is no conspiracy... We are at a loss in this world, we don't know what to do at all, and we feel that even if we survive, we won't get anything. Points, I don’t know anything, and I’m afraid of dying. I heard that the first player was actually matched with us, and immediately ran over…”

These people seemed to be afraid of his hostility, so they explained from the beginning, detailing everything, carefully explaining their intentions and the process of running.

Su Mingan looked at these people in a daze.

He had raised the blade of the sword slightly, but now it was slightly lowered.

……bona fide.

After the start of the world game, this kind of concept that seemed extraordinarily unfamiliar, gradually unfolded in front of him at this time.

He read such a meaning from their words.

- They were doing their best to show him kindness.

"We are super talkative little managers in the World Forum, and I don't know if you usually see it..." A fat man who looked very simple and honest and wore several layers of armor scratched his head: "We are really small, and we don't dare to end the game. , I often stare at your live broadcast, and now the top of the super talk is our suggestion on the configuration of your skills and equipment.

"I originally wanted to come to the legendary different world to see it, and then I ran away after reading it, but I didn't expect that it would actually match you in the same world... It just so happened that we carried those props that suit you..."

These people are still talking.

Su Ming'an blinked, and suddenly asked, "A prop suitable for me?"

Fatty was still talking, but suddenly he got a response, and the fat on his face shook a few layers. He hurriedly took out a few props from his backpack, shook his hands, and showed him one by one like a treasure. :

"Lighthouse Ann, you see, this is a one-time use of space teleportation props, you always like to run to the most dangerous places, with this, if you get into trouble, at least there is a way out... and this! "

In the palm of his chubby palm lay several small red bottles, the bright blood red glittering:

"Spiritual Restoration Potion! Although it sounds mysterious, the effect is really good, so... at least the sleeping effect is good. We noticed that you are always very tired, so we specially found a pharmacist and made this kind of thing. And... …”

Between his fingers, there are small stones, like pebbles:

"This piece of equipment is a repair stone. This thing is expensive and consumes a lot of money. You usually fight a lot, so you must be missing this. If these things get into your hands, it should save you a lot of points..."

He introduced them one by one, and he was very excited, like a child proudly showing off his toys.

But Su Mingan understood the meaning of his words.

...This group of people seemed to have been prepared to meet him from the very beginning, and everything about them was very helpful to him at this time.

"We heard about that crazy girl Su-style house bombing incident before, and we've been thinking that even someone like her can meet you in the dungeon world with good luck, why can't we? So we've been preparing... "

"Just so that one day, I can meet me." Su Mingan took his words.

The fat man was stunned for a while, and then he spread out a sunflower-like smile.

"Yes." He smiled, the props in his hands gleaming like gems: "- just so that one day, I can meet you."

"Why?"

"Because I like it."

Su Ming'an's eyes were a little hazy.

He didn't understand a little.

It turns out... that some people would really give up all their own future just for a "like", and have been preparing since the main **** space just for one meeting... until they dedicate all of themselves?

This is the struggle of all mankind, and the points determine everyone's ranking after the game is over.

For the sake of his own future, he has harvested the future of so many people, and because he is the direct beneficiary, he cannot stand on the moral high ground and consider himself completely innocent.

Su Shi's too morbid performance, Yu Ruohe's gloomy transformation, and Lu Shu's crazy suicide attack were all telling him that in a world with such a mechanism, liking and admiration has become an "abnormal" thing. Because everyone is already "abnormal". Even the Light Chaser, they only chased him for various reasons, not purely emotional.

So let all concepts become "abnormal" and gradually become normal.

but now,

He saw in the eyes of this group of people, the pure, diamond-like emotion that was really called "like", abandoning everything.

The group poured out everything on their bodies, and then waved to him with a smile.

"—Goodbye Lighthouse Ann!"

"You've got to win! Give those Edwards some color!"

"The first player, we only serve you, no one else!"

"Don't care what those nt people say, we all support you"

"—Su Ming'an, you are the lighthouse!"

"If we meet again next time, we will come to send you warmth!"

"Hey, slip away, if you don't leave, the revolutionary army will pack up..."

Five talking and laughing people, wearing ragged novice commoners, waved their hands, and gradually disappeared under the hillside.

The breeze blew through their colorful clothes, like colorful flags in the morning.

Su Ming'an stood there, watching them go away.

He is thinking.

He was always vigilant when he took over these props and put them into his backpack one by one.

...will the trading credits reveal the number?

He has come into contact with this group of people, will they leave any curse marks on him?

Are there any props similar to mandatory contracts that can take effect during the point transaction process?

Approaching him and gaining his favorability, can it bring any benefit to the next strategy of this group of people?

And... this screen recording goes out, will this group of people benefit from it? Could they be instructed by some organization?

"..."

He went through the process of this trade over and over again, thinking about the many possibilities that would bring him downsides.

But in the end, all that was imprinted in his mind were these five star-like glittering eyes.

...really just because I like it.

The audience, in his eyes, has always been the most worthless existence, a group of people with no future. They have no effect except for some meaningless barrage, clamoring for someone to die. This group of people will only take his point of view, and then lie in bed daydreaming all day, waiting for all human beings to reach the standard~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But now, this group of people told him that they too were once failed audiences , and even because of some other audiences who established super words, they were able to become light chasers and could really help him.

【Light Chaser】

【audience】

[Players with unclear positioning]

He stood there, pondering over his understanding of these three words, and the originally fixed concept began to loosen.

Boundaries begin to disappear and concepts begin to merge.

This feeling of falling on his heart is getting stronger and stronger, as if something is flowing like quicksand.

The extremely overlapping yet completely different sense of confusion makes people feel like they are in a different world.

When Shanshuang approached and put a coat on him, he tightened his frozen hands and his breathing slowed down.

"—Can you stay?" she asked, the warm breath on his ear, she lowered her head, her tone was almost religious: "...the world needs you, all of us here need you ."

She seems to have automatically ignored the concepts of "player" and "dungeon world" that the group of players just said. At this time, she is not like a real person with flesh and blood, but is very much like an NPC who is sending out quest invitations.

He stretched out his hand and slowly pushed the coat away, then smiled and turned off the live broadcast.

"Forget it," he said. "To rule the world, it's still not interesting to rule yourself."

Panels began to crumble.

[You have chosen to continue to be a player. 】

...

The handwriting appeared in front of him, and then gradually dissipated in the breeze.