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2021-11-30

  Chapter 348 Chapter 345 ·“But they are clearly very happy”

The white light fades away gradually.

Su Mingan saw a bright room.

The golden crystal chandelier dangled a circle of beautiful and brilliant light, like crumpled stars, sprinkled on the scarlet carpet.

On the wall of the room, there are paintings with uniform spacing. In the red lacquered frame, there are various scenery outside of Praia. There are falling red maple leaf forests, there are the vast sea reflecting the shadow of the city in the cloud, and there are red streets that seem to be burning in the setting sun...

Among them, Su Mingan saw something strange painting.

That is the only portrait painting among all landscape paintings.

A man in a religious robe stood in front of the fiercely burning church, flying a burning white dove in his hand. Blood red crisscrossed the screen, and the white dove flapped its scorched wings toward the sky, and its feathers fell to the ground, like a lit fire star.

It looks so beautiful.

"...Welcome to the Tulip Palace in Praia."

The woman's voice came from outside the door.

With the creak of the small carved door, a touch of bright yellow came in.

She was wearing a bright red cloak and wrapped in a golden dress. Maybe it was because at night, she didn’t wear a crown. Her dark golden hair was draped on her shoulders, and she was light-colored. The eyes are extremely agile.

Seeing Su Mingan standing in the Transmission Formation, she slightly curled her lips, revealing an extremely elegant and perfect smile.

Like seeing an acquaintance who has reunited after a long time, her eyebrows are curled, and her eyes are filled with a real smile.

"You are welcome back." she said.

……

[Lord God World ·98 Clothes]

The night is dark.

Above the square, the Boss Rabbit statue exudes colorful light, and some players are sitting around the statue.

They usually either fiddle with the materials in their hands or watch the live broadcast in front of them. This is their work and life, and a way for them to survive in such a world.

"The seventh world is really easy." Said the forging player who spliced ​​the equipment in his hands.

"Well, it doesn't feel difficult at all." The girl drinking milk tea next to him responded.

The boy turned his head: "It’s not that it’s not that difficult. Xiaoli, have you watched too many live broadcasts of the top players?"

"You must watch the top of the list if you want to be cool Players, the effect of the program is good, too." Xiaoli swiped across the interface of the live broadcast room in front of her. She was watching Lu Shu's live broadcast.

Although Lu Shu can't speak at all, the barrage effect in the live broadcast room is very good. The people inside know astronomy and geography. Just watching the barrage is equivalent to self-taught at a 211 university. knowledge.

Listening to Xiaoli’s words, the boy shook the head and assumed a posture of teaching scholar:    "Xiaoli, it’s also important to support those behind players. Look at the top players. There is no shortage of supporters. It’s the icing on the cake that we went to watch. It’s better to look for the players who are not watched later. Just say a few words to them and they will thank God. They will respond to me and give priority to my opinions... This is a sense of participation."

"If you want to feel involved, why don't you go down by yourself." The girl sucked the milk tea and shook the cup so that the pearls on the bottom could slip up.

"Hey, drink like this." The boy put down the props in his hand, held the girl's hand, and helped her tilt the cup.

The warm temperature passed between the two palms, and the girl blushed a little as she watched the boy's hand over it.

"...Then I will be with you, Xiaoli." The boy whispered beside her, the surrounding temperature seemed to rise: "Our parents are not around, if I Died, or just happened to meet a world like Baisha Paradise, completely crazy, what do you do?"

Xiaoli nudged him: "You won’t be crazy, you are very optimistic ."

"...That's hard to say." The boy frivolous said: "Before my water forum, I saw many people say that now there are a lot of normal appearances, and even look optimistic and cheerful. People who are suffering from mental illness--this thing is very mysterious and invisible. If you don’t really go to the hospital to see it, you don’t know that you are sick."

"So, in fact, we are Are you staying away from danger?" Xiaoli hesitated for a moment.

She still feels a little guilty for not being off the court and just being a pure casual player who eats he he.

"Look." The boy called up an interface to show her: "This is an order from the World Tree guild."

Zhang extremely rewarding equipment forging order.

"World Tree Guild?" She was stunned: "Why are you involved with them? Isn't that a Western Super Guild? You..."

"No Wrong." The boy raised his head high, looking very proud: "I hugged my thighs. Their guild is just soliciting casual forgers recently. I happened to have signed a long-term order with them."

" Really?" The girl shook off the milk tea in her hand, and slammed it up: "You are amazing, Gunyi!"

Does she know what this kind of long-term order means.

Remuneration means points, and points means the life of a person.

Points are difficult to earn. Players’ income is in a pyramid state, and the higher the income, the fewer the number of people. The signing of long-term orders means that even if the game is over, their gains can be guaranteed.

"Look, I said my original choice was correct." The boy's tone was quite proud: "Going to various worlds is really exciting, but these worlds have passed, I It feels like that. I see that those garbage players are exhausted, just to give away their heads. They are simply unhappy. Like us, a leisurely life and a stable income... Xiaoli, don’t worry, I’m playing games at first. I swear that I will protect you well, and I will definitely provide you with the best life... You just have to watch your live broadcast and forge points, and leave it to me... "

Xiaoli hugged him, resting her head on his shoulders, looking extremely happy.

The happy couple who promised to each other embraced under the colorful lights.

The milk tea cup rolled to the ground and was suddenly stepped on by a shoe.

A silhouette different from the leisurely people, walking across here with extremely fast footsteps, the speed is close to running.

He ran past the "crash-bang" fountain, ran past happy people, and rushed into the night like a rare beast chasing behind him.

Xiaoli straightened up, as if she felt a bit familiar with the person.

"...Who is that?" She has been live broadcasting for several months, and has already been familiar with all the famous players. She seems to be somewhat impressed by the appearance of that young man.

"I don't know." Gunyi approached her again, seeing that she was still looking at the person, and somewhat jealously blocked her vision with her hand: "Leave him alone, Xiaoli... I'll be with you Say, when the game is over, we will save a lot of points. When the time comes, I will redeem a lot of benefits. I believe that when the time comes, your father will agree with us..."

Xiaoli hugged him tightly.

She cherishes this kind of happiness very much. There is no family discipline, no material constraints, just staying with each other is the most carefree thing.

The festive atmosphere on Christmas Eve is gradually becoming stronger.

The colored lights flickered on the street, and the gentle violin music was melodious in the night.

The whispering couple hugged by the fountain, and a middle age person with a slightly arched back was walking around. The little child without adult supervision ran from the street to the other side playfully.

In the live broadcast room, a snowflake-like barrage floats.

Everything looks extremely peaceful.

……

The young man who has been running hastily ran across the street and stopped in front of a building.

He is about to walk in. But there came a person who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

The waiting person looks about thirty years old, with young faces, but his eyes are a little bleak, and his hands are quite unangered and prestigious.

"Mo Yan, are you here?" the man said, his voice low.

"Here," Mo Yan said.

He did not end after the end of the sixth world.

The reason is simple.

...He felt something was wrong with him.

During the break, he could feel his obvious resistance when communicating with his sword.

Like someone exhaling into his neck, he always feels that someone is lying on the ceiling even when he sleeps at night.

He tried to look, and saw Lin's face.

Lin's face in Baisha heaven.

... He knew that he had hallucinations. In that confession class, after drinking the Veritaserum potion, even if his will was firm enough, there were unhealed traumas in his mind.

He concealed the matter and chose to go to the world forum to see how other players deal with this situation.

... Then he saw countless abuses directed at him.

Many of these abuses are unreasonable, just because they have appeared next to the first player, they have to scold him, find reasons to scold him, it seems that scolding him can make them expert. So-so.

They scolded him for other ideas, scolded him for licking dogs, scolded him for dragging people, scolded him for being unclear, they used all insulting words, from all angles of his. Analyzing it, it seems that a few behaviors of him will completely nail him to the pillar of shame.

He felt aggrieved and a little autistic for a while. He felt that he had done something wrong and was so insulted by everyone.

So he began to reflect, began to correct, and began to look at the posts scolding him attentively, hoping that he could do better.

Then by chance, he saw other posts.

...the same abuse.

It's just that the objects of people's abuse have changed. Some are Su style, some are Yu Ruohe, some are Xiao Xiao, and some are Qin Ze, and he even saw people scolding Lu Shu and Yueyue among them.

They can always catch the "human sinisterness" from all angles, and then speculate and abuse others with the utmost malice. As long as someone appears in the spotlight, they will swear, because these people are not The "perfect" Saint in their hearts.

So Mo Yan gradually understood.

It's not that he did something wrong, it's just that this group of people like to curse.

They unilaterally endow certain people with "perfect" responsibility, and then supervise them as a supervisor. In this way, they will never be blamed as "judges".

——As activists who blame others, the more they blame others, the more honorable they will be.

Mo Yan followed the man into this white building.

As soon as he got started, he smelled a strong smell of disinfectant water, which he was familiar with. In that white sand paradise, he often smelled such a smell.

He looked up.

In the ward, in the corridors, there was a faint cry of crying, people wearing hospital gowns, walking corpse usually walking in them, followed by crying relatives and friends.

The whole snow-white building seems to be in a sad mood.

"Mo Yan, your big brother is in good condition." The man next to him said: "He is in a normal state of mind. After admission, he is in good condition, but he has no desire to improve from time to time. You don’t have to come and see so often."

"I just have nothing to do." Mo Yan passed over the crying patient who was lying on the bench and covering his face: "Also, the younger brother is going to the seventh world. If I If you don’t come again, no one will watch the big brother."

"Nothing to do? I remember you teamed up with the first player in the sixth world, right? They all said that you gained his trust, probably There will be many organizations contacting you?" The man touched his bearded chin: "Why don't you seize the opportunity to chat with the first player and ask him to take you with you in the seventh world? I see your younger brother Don’t you ask me, didn’t you join the team? Why don’t you fight for it?"

"The younger brother can team up with them because of his strong skills. As for me, there is no need to just post Go up." Mo Yan said: "I closed the private message, and did not add a big brother friend, I don't want to involve the big brother."

"You are, you can't actively contact others?" The man laughed Up.

"My strength is not good, there is no need to drag the big brother."

"..." The man was silent for a moment: "Mo Yan, did you read the words of those people on the forum? "

Mo Yan lifts the head, not speaking.

The pale lights of the hospital passed his eyes, and his expression was terrifyingly quiet.

"Dogs always bark harder to people who are afraid of it than to people who yell at it. If you want to run, it will be even more rampant. I can't wait to chase after you. , It’s happy to appreciate your fledgling appearance.” The man said: “...This is a dog, but in a sense, animals and humans are in common-you don’t have to treat those guys as human beings. The more you escape, the more It is silent, the more frenzied they are, the more happily they scream."

Mo Yan looked at him with extremely quiet eyes.

"What about the big brother?" he said.

"It depends on how you look at him." The man said: "Do you regard him as your close big brother, or the number one player out of reach. It is the upper one who gives you hope , Or... the one who dragged you into the quagmire of public opinion?"

"The big brother is the big brother." Mo Yan said.

The man laughed unclearly.

"Speaking from a certain perspective, your big brother did nothing wrong." He said, "His method of dealing with these sounds is very effective. Don't you think that the guys on the forum are just a group of self Clown talking to yourself?"

Mo Yan listened and thought.

"...But those guys are clearly dancing and happy."

He said.

(End of this chapter)