First Player Chapter 348

Chapter 348 Chapter 345 · "But they are clearly very happy"

The transmitted white light gradually faded away.

Su Mingan saw a bright room.

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

Among them, Su Mingan saw a somewhat strange painting.

That is the only portrait painting among all the landscape paintings.

A man in a robe stood in front of the burning church, with a burning white dove flying in his hand. The blood-red color was on the screen, the white dove fluttered into the sky with scorched wings, and the feathers fell to the ground, like lit sparks.

It looks poignant.

"…Welcome to the Court of Tulips in Praia."

The woman's voice came from outside the door.

With the creaking sound of the small carved door, a bright yellow came in.

She was wearing a bright red cape and a long golden dress, perhaps because at night, she did not wear a crown, her dark golden hair was draped over her shoulders, and her light-colored eyes looked extremely smart.

Seeing Su Ming'an standing in the teleportation formation, she curled her lips slightly and showed a perfect smile.

It was like seeing an acquaintance who had reunited after a long absence, her brows and eyes were curved, and there was a genuine smile in her eyes.

"Welcome back," she said.

【Lord God World·98】

The night was dark.

On the square, the statue of the boss rabbit exudes colorful lights, and some players are sitting around the statue.

They fiddle with the materials in their hands, or watch the live broadcast in front of them, this is their way of survival.

"The seventh world is so easy." said a forging player.

"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 difficult at all, right. Xiaoli, have you watched a lot of the live broadcasts of the top players?"

"If you want to be cool, you must watch the top players on the list, and the performance of the show is also good." Xiaoli was watching Lu Shu's live broadcast.

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

Listening to Xiaoli's words, the boy shook his head, posing as a teacher:

"Xiao Li, it's also important to support those players who lag behind. You can see that those players at the top of the list have no shortage of supporters. Let's go to see them. It's icing on the cake. It's better to go to the back and find those players that no one is watching, just tell them a few words. They would be thankful for that, would respond to me, and would prioritize my opinion... it was so engaging."

"If you want to have a sense of participation, why don't you go down by yourself." The girl sucked the milk tea.

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

The warm temperature passed between the palms of the two, and the girl's face blushed a little.

"...Then I still want to be with you, Xiaoli." The boy whispered beside her: "Our parents are not around, if I die, or happen to encounter a world like Baisha Paradise, I will go completely crazy. ,what would you do?"

Xiao Li nudged him: "You are not crazy, you are very optimistic."

"That's hard to say." The boy said with a smirk: "Before I went to the forum, I saw that there are a lot of people who appear to be normal but suffer from mental illness in the mainland - this thing is very mysterious, and it is not really seen in the hospital. Look, you don't know you're sick yet."

"So, are we actually staying away from danger?" Xiaoli hesitated for a moment.

She still feels a little guilty about her behavior of not ending the game and just being a pure casual player who eats and drinks.

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

The girl saw that it was an equipment forging order with a very high price.

"World Tree Guild?" She was stunned: "How come you have anything to do with them? Isn't that the Western Super Guild? You..."

"That's right." The boy raised his head high, looking very proud: "I hugged my thighs, their guild is recruiting forgers for scattered people recently, I just happened to sign a long-term order with them."

"Really?" The girl threw off the milk tea in her hand and hugged it abruptly: "You are amazing, Jun Yi!"

She knew what this long-term order meant.

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

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

"Look, I'll just say that I made the right choice." The boy's tone was rather smug: "It's really exciting to see various worlds, but these few worlds have passed, so I feel like that. I Watching those junk players work hard and give away their heads, they are not happy at all. Just like us, we have a leisurely life and a stable income... Xiaoli, don't worry, I swear at the beginning of the game, I will definitely Will give you the best life...you just have to watch your live stream in peace..."

Xiao Li hugged him and put her head on his shoulder, looking extremely happy.

This happy couple embraced under the colorful lights.

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

A figure different from the leisurely people walked over here with extremely fast footsteps, almost as fast as running.

He ran past the "Crash" fountain, past happy people, and rushed into the night.

Xiao Li stood up straight, feeling that the person was a little familiar.

"...Who is that?" She wondered how someone could run so fast.

"I don't know." Jun Yi approached her: "Don't worry about him, Xiaoli... We will save a lot of points when the game is over, and I will exchange a lot of benefits at that time. I believe that your father will definitely be there by then. will agree with us..."

Xiaoli hugged him tightly.

She cherishes this sense 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 the eve of Christmas Eve gradually became stronger.

Colorful lights flicker on the street, and the gentle vibrating music is melodious in the night.

The whispering couple hugged by the fountain, next to a middle-aged man with a slightly hunched back walking, and a little child without adult supervision, running from the street to the other side playing.

In the live broadcast room of the top players on the list, a snowflake-like barrage floated.

Everything looks so peaceful.

The youth who had been running in a hurry ran across the street and stopped in front of a white building.

He was about to go in. There was a man who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

The waiting person looks about thirty years old, with youthful features, but his eyes are a little desolate, with his hands behind his back, he is quite calm and powerful.

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

"Come." Mo Yan said.

He didn't play again after the Sixth World ended.

the reason is simple.

… He felt something was wrong with him.

He could feel his obvious resistance when he communicated with his sword during breaks.

As if someone was exhaling at his neck, even when he was sleeping at night, he always felt that someone was lying on the ceiling.

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

In the white sand paradise, the face of linen is like a shadow.

… He knew that he had hallucinations, and even if his will was strong enough, there were psychological wounds that had not been healed.

He hid the matter and went to the World Forum to see how other players handled the 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 will scold him, it seems that scolding him can make them superior.

They scolded him for having other plans, licking dogs, dragging people down, and scolding him for being unclear. They used all the insulting words and analyzed him from every angle, as if they were going to grab him. Just a few of his actions put him on the pillar of shame.

He felt very aggrieved. He felt that he had done something wrong to be insulted by everyone.

So he began to reflect, and began to read those posts that scolded him carefully, hoping that he could do better.

Then by chance, he saw another post.

… the same abuse.

It's just that the targets of abuse have changed, some are Su Shi, some are Yu Ruohe, some are Xiao Xiao, some are Qin Ze, and he even saw the people who scolded Lu Shu and Yue Yue among them.

They can always catch the "sinister of human nature" from all angles, and then speculate wildly and abuse others with the greatest malice. As long as someone appears in the spotlight, they will scold them, because these people are not "perfect" saints in their hearts .

So Mo Yan gradually understood.

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

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

—and as blaming actors, the more they blame others, the more honorable they appear to be.

Mo Yan followed the man into the snow-white building.

As soon as he entered, he smelled a strong smell of disinfectant.

He looked up.

In the ward, in the corridor, there was a faint sound of weeping. People were wearing hospital gowns and walking around like corpses, surrounded by weeping relatives and friends.

The whole white building seemed to be in a sad mood.

"Mo Yan, your brother's condition is fine." The man next to him said, "His mental state is fairly normal, but he just thinks of giving up on himself from time to time. You don't have to come and watch it so often."

"I just have nothing to do." Mo Yan passed over the patient lying on the bench covering his face and crying: "Also, my brother has gone to the seventh world. If I don't come again, no one will see my brother."

"Nothing to do? I remember you teamed up with the first player in the sixth world, right?" The man touched his bearded chin: "Why don't you seize the opportunity to chat with the first player and let him be in the seventh The world will bring you too? I think your brother Mowen is not on the team with people? Why don't you fight for it?"

"My younger brother can form a team with them because of his strong skills. As for me, there is no need to just post it." Mo Yan said, "I have turned off private messages, and I don't have any friends. I don't want to involve my eldest brother."

"Are you here, you can't contact people on your own initiative?" The man smiled.

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

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

Mo Yan raised his head and said nothing.

The pale light of the hospital passed his eyes, and his expression was frighteningly quiet.

"The dog will bark harder at people who are afraid of it than at people who yell at it. If you want to run, it will be even more mad. It can't wait to chase after you. It is happy to appreciate your kindness. It looks like you are running away in a hurry." The man said: "Animals have something in common with humans - you don't have to treat those guys as human beings, the more you run away, the more silent they are, the more frantic they are, the more happy they scream."

Mo Yan looked at him, his eyes very quiet.

"What about Big Brother?" he said.

"It depends on how you look at him." The man said, "Whether he regards him as your close eldest brother, or a distant No. 1 player. Is it a superior who gives you hope, or ... drags you into public opinion together. A quagmire?"

"Big brother is big brother." Mo Yan said.

The man laughed inexplicably.

"In a sense, your big brother did nothing wrong." He said: "Don't you think that those guys on the forum are just a bunch of self-talking clowns?"

Mo Yan listened and thought.

"...But those guys were clearly dancing happily."

He says.

(end of this chapter)

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