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Chapter 1249: One Thousand Two Hundred and Forty-Six: "Si Que Olivers (Part )"

Su Mingan's eyes lit up.

...Casadia, you are such a good person.

Wei Bai, Wei Bi, Wei Mo, Pudding, Xi Li, Wu Yi, Qian Qin... Su Ming'an thought about the names and suddenly asked, "Is Si Que okay?"

Casadia's mask froze for a moment, and the smile seemed to be frozen.

After a moment, a slightly lower laugh came out:

"… Only Si Que can't do it."

"Even I can't find him."

Su Mingan's pupils shrank slightly... Even a second-level god couldn't find where Si Que was in Luowasha?

Either Si Que has surpassed the second-level god, or there is a being above the second-level god protecting him.

Looking at the colorful ball of paint that had dimmed a bit, Su Mingan coughed and said, "Okay, I choose..."

Casadia listened quietly.

Su Mingan raised his lips:
"2021 edition...Su Mingan."

……

"——Shit! That's the number one player. It's so obvious, with such a big piece on his head!"

"——I touched it! I won't wash my hands for the rest of my life!"

“——Su Mingan! I will follow you forever!”

Water splashes around the fountain of the Boss Rabbit statue.

The black-haired boy stepped into the fountain and summoned his clone, who held a bloody fire axe. Facing the fanatical crowd, he lowered his voice and threatened them with murderous intent:
"—If you come any closer, I will kill you."

He was just shopping in casual clothes, but he didn't expect that there would be an extremely obvious glowing title of "No. 1 Player" above his head, which exposed his identity and surrounded him by fanatical players.

But people were relentless. Like a group of hungry piranhas, they pounced on him eagerly, took photos and videos frantically, and even tried to pull off a piece of his sleeve or trouser leg.

"Player One! You're so cool!"

“Although I don’t know where the first place Su Liujin and the second place Xiaobai came from, they are all NPCs. The first player is the real number one in the chess game!”

"Cat, let me kiss you, kiss you--!"

Under the enthusiasm of the people, the black-haired boy gradually had no way to retreat.

"boom!"

But at this moment, a man in a cloak suddenly fell from the sky and stood on the Boss Rabbit statue.

Their eyes met, and the black-haired boy looked up in shock - where did this player come from? How could he fall from the sky?

"Xiao Su, come with me." Su Ming'an lowered his cloak and grabbed the black-haired boy's hand.

Su Mingan guessed that if the players in the 2021 version were simulated by the Disciple Game, then the 2021 version of the Lord God World should also exist. So, he suddenly had an idea and teleported himself to the 2021 version of Su Mingan - in this way, he would directly enter the 2021 version of the Lord God World.

In one move, cross the plane.

However, the Fun Demon said that they could only stay here for a while and would soon return to Rovasha.

"...You?" Xiao Su recognized Su Mingan. He originally thought that Su Mingan had white hair and should be Lu Shu from Dragon Country. But after clearing the level, he realized that Su Mingan should be an NPC, otherwise he would not be so powerful, but this NPC could actually enter the main god world! ?

"Who is this?" The players looked at Su Mingan who fell from the sky in confusion.

"I'll take you away." Su Mingan said to Xiao Su.

Xiao Su glanced outside the square, where people were crowded and dense. He shook his head and said, "We can't get out. Too many people want to see the No. 1 player up close, and they are still coming in continuously."

"Don't worry." Su Mingan held Xiao Su with one hand and summoned the mechanical roulette.

The mechanical roulette wheel that flashes with circular blue light is a high-tech product from the Ninth World. Players have never seen such a high-tech thing.

"Oh my god, a prop that can fly?" The players were shocked.

"How can there be something so powerful at this stage?"

"He must be cheating, this is impossible..."

"Could it be that this person who fell from the sky is the real organizer? Is the host rabbit his pet?"

"Is the first player really the organizer's lackey?"

"What a cool mechanical roulette..."

"Don't go! Don't go! Let me touch you again!!"

Su Mingan took Xiao Su up into the air, leaving the enthusiastic players behind. Xiao Su was not used to flying so high, and his face turned pale, but he still managed to stay calm.

It seems that the simulation of the Disciple Game is very realistic. At this time, Su Mingan was indeed a little afraid of heights, and had the fear of ordinary students. However, he died so many times later that he didn't even care about what fear was.

"Don't look down if you're scared. I'll put you in a deserted place soon." Su Ming'an was driving the mechanical roulette wheel and glanced at Xiao Su who was squatting next to him. Xiao Su's hands were tightly grasping the edge of the roulette wheel, his short black hair was blown by the strong wind, and he stared at the surface of the roulette wheel with trembling eyes.

Although he was frightened in his heart, he remained calm on the surface.

Su Mingan couldn't help but start to think back... Was he like this at the beginning?
He didn't seem to feel fear now. Or maybe he had lost too much along the way and he had nothing left to lose.

Even crying gradually lost its meaning, and fear began to fade.

"…There's nothing to be afraid of. It's just like a pirate ship. I'm not afraid of the pendulum and the parasailing parachute, so why would I be afraid of this?" Xiao Su tried to stay calm.

"You've never been to an amusement park, so there's no need to pretend." Su Ming'an pointed out Xiao Su's stubbornness.

Xiao Su's expression was a little broken. He had never been to an amusement park, so how did this white-haired guy know about it?

"Who are you?" Xiao Su glanced at the perfect clearance mark on the back of his hand and said vigilantly: "I got the perfect clearance, and you also got the perfect clearance. Although I don't know why, this shows that our identities do not conflict. You are not a player, but why can you enter the main god world?"

"NPCs have many ways to enter the Lord's World, and even just a red rose is enough." Su Ming'an said calmly. He found it interesting - from his perspective, he was a player, and Xiao Su was an NPC simulated by the Disciple Game. But from Xiao Su's perspective, Xiao Su was the player, and Su Ming'an was the overly powerful NPC in the dungeon.

Their positioning is interchangeable in each other's perspective, and they all believe that their own perspective is correct.

"Red roses? What does that mean?" Xiao Su didn't understand.

"It's unspeakable." Su Mingan became a riddler. If the disciple game goes against the routine, it's best not to form a fixed mindset.

Xiao Su stared at Su Ming'an, and Su Ming'an saw what Xiao Su was thinking - Xiao Su hated the Riddler.

Question, understand, become.

"I felt strange before. It's clearly a doomsday instance, but there are Dragon King, Elf King, Lord of the Undead... People who don't fit in with the painting style." Xiao Su said seriously: "I am willing to believe that you are the lighthouse, and it is also pleasant to talk to you. But I still want to ask - are you a bug in the world game?"

...bug?

Su Mingan thought for a moment and said, "You can understand it this way. We are much stronger than you."

Xiao Su nodded: "I want to be your ally."

Su Mingan: “…Okay.”

He now realized that there was only a six-month age difference between them, but it seemed like several lifetimes. He could clearly understand Xiao Su's every move, and even figure out what Xiao Su was thinking at every moment. But when Xiao Su looked at him, she looked at a complete stranger.

A person... whose name is not "Su Mingan".

What on earth has a person experienced to become so different from himself half a year ago, that even when they meet, they feel completely unfamiliar with each other?
Xiao Su is obviously him, so why can he show such a lively expression? Why is Xiao Su's smile so strange? Why do they look the same on the surface, complete and lively, but he feels that his heart is almost empty?
When Xiao Su closed her eyes, she could see a bright future and the wish that they could go home together.

When Su Mingan closed his eyes, what he saw were hundreds of thousands and billions of... graves all over the mountains and plains.

It was black and white, not color.

Silent and solemn, not young and beautiful.

"No matter why you NPCs appear in the dungeon, my only wish is to complete the dungeon perfectly. Since our perfect completion does not conflict with each other, I hope to achieve a win-win situation with you." Xiao Su stroked his chest and said.

"...Okay." Su Ming'an shook Xiao Su's hand. Although their palms were about the same size, he felt like he was holding a tiny shadow.

Only then did he realize that he had already been quite strong from the beginning. In a chess game where the average combat power was 7 to , Xiao Su, who only had a combat power of to , actually got pages.

Luck, emotional intelligence, and IQ are all essential.

Su Mingan gave Xiao Su some instructions. After sending Xiao Su to a deserted place, Su Mingan left.

……

After returning to Samanthi University, the Fun Devil was very kind and teleported him directly to a single dormitory.

He felt a strong sense of sleepiness. He had not slept since entering the dungeon.

Falling on the bed, Su Mingan quickly fell asleep.

……

In front of me is an exquisite dessert table.

Su Mingan didn't expect that he would dream about eating dessert when he fell asleep.

The caramel pudding was an attractive brown-yellow color, the coffee had a slight milky aroma, and three sugar cubes were precipitated in the cup. A purple-gold round plate with a double happiness magpie in spring was placed on it, and the rainbow-colored macarons next to it were lined up in a row, with bright colors.

The arrangement is extremely exquisite yet ingenious, and it shows that the host of the teahouse has good taste.

Su Mingan sensed that there was someone sitting across from the table.

The man lazily leaned on the chair, his legs resting on a small round stool, one hand resting his chin on the table, the other hand holding a book, as if he was reading with his eyes downcast. His purple hair, flowing like a sea of ​​stars, slid down his back, his slightly long eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his eyelids were white and moist.

The wisteria flowers along the windowsill fell on his shoulders, like flowers adorning his hair.

"...Hmm?" Seeing Su Mingan appear, the young man closed his book, his eyelids drooped, and he looked over lazily. There was a pair of slightly curled magpie wings on his temples, hidden between his thick purple hair. His eyebrows and eyes were slightly gorgeous, but not without edges. There was a slight gray under his eyes, and his lips were extremely pale, as if they were bloodless:
"You finally went to bed, Mr. Lighthouse."

"......?" Su Mingan could feel that he was dreaming, but he was conscious.

"I thought I could chat with you on the first night, but I didn't expect you to go to bed on the third day..." The young man yawned, his eyes curved, and a faint blush rose at the corners of his eyes: "I invited you to my dream because I wanted to play a game with you."

Su Mingan looked at the purple-haired young man in front of him. This young man was one of the most handsome men he had ever seen. His eyebrows and eyes seemed to be painted with ink, and the corners of his eyes were added with a few strokes of bright red and blue-gray, like the color of a magpie. However, his eyelids were always drooping, and his lips were very pale, which made his golden eyes less sharp.

The young man only looked at people with half an eye, not knowing whether to say he was lazy or arrogant. For this great artist of Lovasa, the most spiritual creator in ten thousand years, perhaps he did have the capital to do so.

"...Si Que Olivers." Su Ming'an used an affirmative sentence.

"Well. You're smart. You asked me who I am without even opening your mouth." The purple-haired young man opened the book again, holding his chin with one hand, and said lazily:
"I know you have a lot of questions now, and I will answer them one by one...but we will take a fun approach."

"I ask you a question, and you ask me a question. Both of you can only answer 'yes', 'no' or 'I don't know', and this continues until I lose interest. You must tell the truth throughout the process."

"So, if you want to get more information, you need to keep my interest in asking questions."

"How about it, do you want to play, Mr. Lighthouse?"

"Hello, yandere." Su Mingan said.

The young man's eyebrows twitched, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Su Mingan's name.

"I see you laughing in the future. I think you will lose to the extraterrestrial civilization in the future," said Su Mingan.

Si Que glanced at him and suddenly laughed, the sound was like ice particles colliding:

"You are very smart. Indeed, a statement is not a question. I can't see the question mark in your sentence, so I can't ask a counter-question. But don't be so clever, please say a question."

...See a question mark? What does it mean?
Su Mingan's eyes moved.

"Would you like some sugar? This is my dream. You can drink anything you want." Si Que lowered his hand that was resting on his chin, put his five fingers together, and gestured to the exquisite dishes on the table. Even so, his eyes were still fixed on the book in his hand.

…This person actually reads books even in his dreams.

Su Mingan felt the passion of this great artist. Only with passion can one write words with spirit.

"Anything is fine?" Su Mingan asked.

"Anything is fine." Si Que raised the corners of her blushing eyes.

"Coriander, watercress, strawberry, banana, cabbage and meat soup." Su Mingan said.

Si Que snapped his fingers, and a cup of strange drink appeared in front of Su Mingan.

...It seems that this was indeed Si Que’s dream. Such a strange drink could not have been prepared in advance.

After a brief attempt, Su Mingan clasped his hands together and placed them on the table.

Si Que seemed to sense something and glanced sideways at Su Mingan. When their eyes met, the laziness in his golden pupils seemed to be a little more lively.