Welcome Back To the World Game

【December 31, 2021, 20:00】

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In the night sky of festivals, the most indispensable thing is the beautiful fireworks.

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Everyone went out in old-fashioned clothes, in groups of three and two, wearing bathrobes, walking on wooden sandals, holding steaming takoyaki in paper bowls, stepping on slightly damp bluestone bricks and stone steps covered with moss.

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In the bustling festival area, such people gathered at this time.

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In front of a stall selling takoyaki, stood a woman wearing a blood-colored mask.

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A bright red knot went around her jet-black hair and tied a knot at the back of her head, revealing a pair of dark eyes like obsidian, dark, quiet, and calm.

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Wearing a kimono embroidered with cherry blossoms, she silently took the takoyaki from the enthusiastic shopkeeper.

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The slightly cold wind blew through her dark hair, like a wicker swaying in spring, she bowed her head slightly, a bamboo stick was tied, and a hot takoyaki overflowed with delicious juice.

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She stepped on the clogs, swayed through the crowd looking for a viewing spot for the fireworks, rejected several men who approached her, and came to an uninhabited hillside.

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After carefully wiping the flat stone with a white cloth, she sat down facing the slowly passing stream.

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She held out her hand.

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The bamboo stick that poked the takoyaki, pinched it between her two fingers, and with a small force on her wrist, the round takoyaki fell and fell into the flowing stream, quickly drifting farther and farther away.

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She watched the takoyaki go away.

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She clasped the paper bowl with her hands, and the red string in her hair fell by her ear.

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Through the pine needles and bamboo forest, she seemed to be able to see the bright smile of the girl who was always chasing and calling her sister.

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The consortium told her that Mizushima Chuanqing just accepted the task of a special identity, like an observer who can move freely. Sooner or later, their sisters will be able to meet again.

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Mizushima Kawasora was willing to believe this statement, but gradually, she began to worry.

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She and Mizushima Chuanqing have had telepathy since childhood, but one day during Baisha Paradise, she suddenly felt that the connection between Namo and her sister was like a thread that was suddenly torn and disappeared.

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She doesn't believe Mizushima Chuanharu will die. Qing is so smart and eccentric, even if she looks like a lunatic, she knows that Qing is a real genius.

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Genius and lunatic are sometimes only one step away.

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Qing seems to have endless new ideas, her brain circuits, ordinary people can never keep up.

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Mizushima Kawasora didn't believe in which instance she would die if she was so smart.

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Sitting on the uninhabited stone, she looked into the distance, and saw the lake at the bottom of the mountain.

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She is in a limited area for New Year's celebrations. People from many different countries come here to enjoy the celebration, and some people will put lanterns here. The lake is the area for lanterns. At this time, orange-red lanterns of different shapes were floating on the clear water, like sparks flowing in the Milky Way.

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She watched and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

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The extremely high mental points made her keenly discover a group of strong people among ordinary people. With the rapid capture of her sight, she discovered a group of four people wearing masks.

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A dazzling silver light lit up in her eyes, and the next moment, the distant scene became clear in her eyes immediately.

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The black-haired youth crouched down, pinched the corner of the swaying lotus lantern, and gently pushed it out.

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The edge of his figure was softened by the candlelight, as if there were ancient oil paints flowing on him.

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The clear water held up the slightly swaying lantern, making a slight splashing sound.

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Soon, this lotus lantern merged into the stream composed of lanterns like a drop of water, gradually connecting with other lanterns.

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In a splendid light and shadow, his figure was dyed extremely softly by the candlelight, as if he had suddenly taken off his defenses.

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……That is.

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Mizushima Kawasora squinted her eyes. Different figures flashed in her mind. After a while, she compared the figures of the group of four.

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Su Ming'an, Nuoer, Lu Shu and Lin Yin...

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She straightened up immediately and left here.

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Although she was reluctant to believe it, she seemed to have a premonition, a mental premonition.

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The disappearance and even death of his sister is probably related to this fellow Su Mingan...

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If we can meet in the eighth world,

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At that time, she will definitely ask to understand.

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As for now, this guy is celebrating his birthday today, so she won't bother him, she's not that contemptuous.

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The first player, the nineteenth birthday, the worldwide celebration...

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Compared with the weight of this identity, this person is really shockingly young.

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Noel took Su Ming'an to many places.

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The ancient town of Long Kingdom and the torii of Fusang.

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A worldwide gathering, the annual Lantern Festival.

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Yuguo Art Exhibition Hall, the revolving promenade of Granguo.

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...and the 578-meter-high architectural virtual scene, the Tower of the Pearl.

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The Pearl Tower at night is like a lighthouse that gathers light. It is particularly dazzling in the dark night with light snow. From a distance, the towering tower seems to hold up a whole dark night sky. .

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Go up the elevator, and there is an observation deck on the highest floor. Visitors can look out the window through the floor-to-ceiling glass.

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They could see the rolling hills below, bright red torii gates, quaint buildings, crowded alleys, and vivid cross streets like blood vessels.

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On the towering tower of the Pearl, a giant light screen hangs.

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On the light screen, there is a line of large red characters. The font is like blood, and it is as conspicuous as the aurora in the dark night:

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[First player Su Ming'an, happy birthday - I wish you a prosperous martial arts! 】

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This light screen is extremely conspicuous, and it lights up after nightfall. It is high enough for everyone who travels at night to see it.

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At this time, most of the interested tourists gathered in this specially opened event area, and the light sign was enough for them to see.

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When he ascended the tower of the Pearl, Su Ming'an did not expect that those players who liked him could give him such a surprise.

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Even though he still needs to wear a mask and see it secretly, he has indeed received their wishes.

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Standing on the observation deck on the top floor, with the night wind mixed with light snow blowing, he looked at the land full of tourists.

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The ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ scattered in the mountains is the gradually fading mist, and the lights of the lanterns are like diamonds embellished in black velvet, shining in the silent night.

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In the street below, people like ants walked one by one, the repertoire on the stage was constantly changing, their performances swayed scene by scene, and the music played over and over again.

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At this moment, what Su Mingan saw was a colorful picture scroll composed of people.

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Next to him, leaning against the railing with him, the three quiet people who did not speak.

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After a day of high-intensity play, when they came to the last attraction, they seemed to fall into a strange silence.

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It seems that just standing here quietly, not going anywhere, not talking, is very beautiful.

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The "click" of the camera kept sounding behind them, and other people were taking pictures with each other. Here, the happiness and joy between people seemed to be able to communicate without any obstacles.

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The breeze blew the red rope behind their heads, the masks tilted slightly, revealing a corner of their young faces, and they raised their hands together in tacit understanding to straighten the masks.

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After noticing the movements that were too synchronized with each other, someone finally couldn't help it and laughed.

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His laughter broke the frozen silence, like a stone falling into a calm lake.

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"Su Ming'an." Nuoer's laughter was very loud, and it came out unhindered through the stuffy mask, he arranged the golden pigtails behind his head, and the smile in his tone was warm: "Are you happy today? "