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Chapter 1347: One Thousand Three Hundred and Forty-One·"Under the light of day, he turned his head (below)."

Su Mingan and Lu Shu rushed into the range of the World Tree.

Perhaps Alger was not yet proficient in summoning, and under Mizushima Kawase's suicide attack, the mechanical shadow failed to descend.

Thick red and black clouds still floated in the sky, lingering and lingering, like an upside-down hell.

"Close your eyes!" Lu Shu suddenly said.

Su Mingan closed his eyes immediately.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

The sound of a knife.

The sound of a knife cutting through branches.

Su Mingan's full head of white hair blew in the wind, covering his face and almost piercing his eyes. If he had known this would happen, he should have cut all of Su Liujin's hair.

"Shh!"

Like a cat rolling into a huge ball of wool, he opened his eyes slightly and saw the bark of the tree nearby. The crystal-colored branches and leaves covered the sky, densely entangled and intertwined, with a bright color.

...What a beautiful tree, like a collection of all magnificent dreams.

But it is such a tree that has caused so many tragedies.

In the colorful light, Lu Shu raised his hands forward.

His black knife was imbued with divine power, and instantly became sharp and long, dancing with colorful fireflies, so beautiful that... it was incompatible with him.

"I'll split the bark and we'll rush in."

Facing the last line of defense of the World Tree, Lu Shu used all his strength and raised the colorful blade with both hands. The strong wind blew his white hair, and he looked like a piece of snow on the verge of melting.

A powerful aura continuously gathered, expanded, and swelled in Lu Shu's hands.

"Hu-hu-hu-"

Winds of energy surround, blow, scream, and sing the sound of joy.

"Ka-ka-ka-ka-"

A crisp cracking sound was heard.

Su Ming'an turned his head and saw cracks appearing on Lu Shu's mask as Lu Shu's momentum soared.

“Crack, crack, crack—”

The sound grew louder and louder, and through the gap, Su Mingan could already see Lu Shu's face - a face covered in blood.

Blood flowed out of Lu Shu's seven orifices, even his clear eyes were blood red, and the whites of his eyes were almost covered with black. The bloodstains were everywhere, which was extremely terrifying.

But Lu Shu's expression remained calm.

"..."

Su Mingan wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

What should he say? Ask Lu Shu to stop? He couldn't stop.

The outcome of this time is already determined, and only "next time"... can change all despair.

"Su Mingan." Lu Shu suddenly spoke.

Su Mingan listened.

“I hope that we can defeat the World Tree this time, and there won’t be a next time.” Lu Shu said.

“But this time…” Su Ming’an shook his head. If he succeeded this time, it would mean that Yamada Machi and the others would be dead, and Lu Shu would not be able to survive even after swallowing the godhead, leaving him alone alive.

But Lu Shu said that this was good.

“I’m a little selfish.” The long sword in Lu Shu’s hand became brighter and brighter, and his aura became more unstable:
“I prefer to be safe rather than perfect.”

"I can accept this ending."

Su Mingan thought that after getting enough information this time, he would try his best to make it perfect next time.

But Lu Shu thought, if he could succeed, if Su Mingan could survive, he shouldn’t think about the next time which might not even exist.

All players can be resurrected, and he is the only one who will die.

"Have you been planning this for a long time?" Su Ming'an suddenly stared at the crisscrossing blood on Lu Shu's face.

“What?” A hint of surprise flashed across Lu Shu’s green eyes.

"You have been planning this for a long time... You are going to do this." Su Ming'an stared at him: "The black-robed man from the eighth world, the electronic ghost from the ninth world, the saint from the tenth world... I said I respect your sacrifice, so you started to not take yourself seriously at all. I helped you get revenge, so you feel that your life is complete and you have no regrets."

"So when you encounter a moment like this, you subconsciously feel that you can sacrifice yourself and don't consider your own life at all - you really don't consider it at all."

"You even feel secretly happy in your heart, feeling that you have become an important and irreplaceable role."

How could Lu Shu be so lucky to pick up the godhood of the Fun Demon accurately? Lu Shu's luck... has always been bad.

Given the Devil of Fun's habits, he would definitely throw his godhood to someone with a desire for self-destruction. Otherwise, if it was picked up by a coward, wouldn't the godhood be buried forever?

It was because Lu Shu had always wanted to die that he picked up the godhood.

"..."

Faced with Su Mingan's direct words, Lu Shu was speechless.

He admitted that he was indeed very happy the moment he picked up the Godhead. Even though he knew what would happen if he swallowed it, he was still happy that he had the power to change the situation.

So he swallowed it without hesitation.

The colorful fluorescent light flashed, and the charging was almost completed. Lu Shu said softly: "I'm sorry."

"I didn't blame you." Su Mingan said:

"I mean, in a formal, irrevocable, no-next-time situation..."

"Think about yourself for a moment."

"Of course, if you still want to do this, I still won't stop you."

"You, and all of you, Noel, Yueyue, Yamada... I hope you... don't regard yourselves as tools."

Lu Shu's pupils trembled slightly, and his long sword had already accumulated enough energy, and fell down by inertia. His words "What about you?" were drowned out by the resounding sound of energy.

"Shh-!"

With a violent tearing sound, the long knife slashed down and the bark was cut open.

They rushed in, as if rushing into a beautiful crystal cave.

The inside of the World Tree is like a wide galaxy, with crystal clear sap flowing slowly along the tree wall, like countless twinkling stars. The tree roots are intertwined and intertwined, like a woven crystal-colored silk net.

The body of the World Tree - a ten-meter-high tree - is located in the center of this vast and boundless crystal cave, with countless crystal threads extending from it.

They were at the very edge, still far away from the main body of the World Tree.

"Tick, tick, tick."

The blood dripped down and gradually spread, casting a strange hue on the emerald ground. The footsteps were particularly heavy in the interweaving of light and shadow.

Like moonlight.

The moonlight flowed on the blood along the way.

A mask suddenly fell to the ground with a "clack" sound, revealing Lu Shu's bloody face. He was unable to support his body, and even couldn't hold the black knife, and fell forward.

Su Mingan supported him.

It's reached its limit.

After forcibly swallowing the incompatible divine power and attacking with all his strength, this is the limit.

"L……"

The bright red blood fell to the ground, leaving traces of varying degrees of severity. Lu Shu's entire body was bleeding, like a punctured balloon.

“…I can’t see anymore, Su Mingan.” Lu Shu said.

He looked forward blankly, his vision was dark, reminding him of how dark it was when he was lying on the hillside waiting to die.

Fortunately, after arriving inside the tree, the branches and leaves stopped attacking them, and the tree was very peaceful. However, there seemed to be restrictions inside the tree, and they could not fly or use displacement skills, so they could only walk.

It really is like... a pilgrimage.

The World Tree really likes to create pretentious rules for itself.

“It’s okay, we’ll stop here.” Su Ming’an helped Lu Shu up and walked forward with Lu Shu on his back.

Noel's head was in the bag, hanging on his chest.

It seemed that the waterproofing was not very good, blood was seeping out of the bag, and a tuft of golden hair was faintly visible.

Su Mingan looked up and saw a figure sitting under a tree at the end of his distant sight.

——Is that the incarnation of the World Tree?
The figure was drinking tea with a leisurely posture. The chair was too high, blocking the figure's hair and clothes.

Su Mingan walked forward step by step. Lu Shu's blood and Nuoer's blood dripped down, one in front of his footsteps and the other behind.

The blood in front of his feet was crushed by him, leaving behind a series of unclear bloody footprints.

The blood behind the footsteps dripped all the way, forming a clear and complete circle, like blood-red wintersweets blooming on the crystal floor.

He stepped on their blood, moving forward step by step, getting closer and closer...

During this quiet interval, he heard a gasp behind him.

Lu Shu was seizing the last moment to speak. Even though neither of them mentioned it, they both knew in their hearts that if there really was no "next time", for Lu Shu, who could not be resurrected, this would be the end of his life.

Lu Shu is not a player, unlike Noel and the others.

In this final moment, as a dying person, you should say everything you want to say, because if you don't, you may never have another chance.

"Su Mingan, we are actually very lucky."

"Ok?"

"Noel told me before that he saw you on the street when he was a child. I also met a good person like you when I was a child. Yueyue also grew up with you."

"Ah."

"What were you thinking when you saw a blond and blue-eyed boy on the street?"

"What are you thinking about..." Su Mingan heard Lu Shu's breathing getting lighter and lighter: "I wasn't thinking about anything. At that time, I should have been thinking about how to do my homework tonight, how to take the math test tomorrow, and how to listen to English tapes every day..."

Lu Shu laughed imperceptibly:

"Su Mingan, even though you didn't notice us at that time, your mere existence was very lucky for us."

...Lu Shu is actually very good at talking.

But soon Su Mingan realized that he had a deep stereotype of Lu Shu. In fact, he didn't know Lu Shu very well. Otherwise, how could he explain that Lu Shu's cold head was hanging on his chest?
The blood fell on the back of his neck and was also cold.

He clearly felt that Lu Shu's life was slipping away.

The branches and leaves are drooping, and each leaf is crystal clear, like an emerald inlaid with countless gems. When the breeze blows, a pleasant bell sound is made, as if the elves are singing in a low voice.

At this moment, Lu Shu's eyes changed slightly. They were no longer silent, but became enthusiastic.

“So I actually thought about that—”

"What have you thought about?" Su Mingan said with his head down.

"I've thought about...living a peaceful life with you, Lin Yin, Mo Yan, and Yue Yue." Lu Shu's trembling voice drifted:

"I grew up in the mountains and had little access to the Internet, so I don't understand a lot of the terms you use. When you were playing duck and goose killing in the villa, I didn't understand it at all... I was fooled."

"Also, before, when I saw Noel defending you online like a machine gun, I typed a lot of words, but the only ones I could type were obscene. I don't understand those online terms... Words like 'filial son', 'against heaven', 'classic', I have no idea how to use them."

Su Mingan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's okay not to use these."

The blood fell onto his neck and soaked the clothes on his shoulders, dyeing the white clothes red.

“Sometimes, I feel frustrated.” Lu Shu’s voice began to become intermittent: “I feel like… an outsider… I can’t fit in with you… and I’m out of touch with the world… Occasionally I go on the forum… and I’ll see a lot of people scolding me… saying that I’m a bootlicker, a drag… stupid…”

"Don't pay any attention to it. People on the Internet just curse at everything. If you don't understand something, just ask us directly."

“But it still hurts.” Lu Shu coughed up a mouthful of blood: “If you see it, it will hurt too.”

“…I’m used to it.”

The branches and leaves are shaking.

The fragmented light fell into their eyes, and Lu Shu's eyes were completely dark.

The golden-red sunlight came in through the cracks in the bark, and the sound of the wind whistled through the narrow cracks, as if a sharp flute sounded.

Su Mingan's whole body was dyed red. He walked forward like a wriggling blood clot:
"Lü Shu. Luo Vasa is most likely the last instance. When the game is over, we will go back together. No one will look down on us. I am different from Akto. I will not show mercy to those who spew shit all over me."

Lu Shu's expression suddenly became complicated: "...Liar."

You start again.

You're lying again.

Something like "let's go back together", has this become a catchphrase?

“…”Su Ming’an then remembered that Lu Shu was the only one who knew about his bet. He pulled the corner of his mouth awkwardly and said nothing more.

The sunlight was setting, and he walked forward step by step. The light was reflected by the crystal branches and leaves, refracting broken light at different angles, as if extending from behind them to the whole world.

At this moment, the voice of the white-haired young man suddenly sounded.

As light as a ray of setting sun.

"But if we go back, it really will be a miracle."

"If this is all over."

"If we succeed..."

……

"...Su Mingan, you don't have to be a liar anymore."

……

……

At this moment, Su Mingan's breathing was stagnant.

His fingers were shaking so much that he didn't even notice that he had stopped breathing.

Sticky blood flowed down his back, dripping down one by one, and the words of the white-haired young man were like a huge hammer, hitting his heart.

The bitterness in my heart exploded in an instant, as if breaking through an iron wall, and the sadness poured out.

——Who wants to be a liar!

——If given a choice, who wants to be a liar!

Lin Guang doesn’t want to be the leader, Tretia doesn’t want to be the leader, Yao Wen doesn’t want to be the leader, Siber doesn’t want to be the leader, and Su Ming’an... doesn’t want to be the leader either.

But if he told the truth, it would heal all the pain and grief—

But if he showed a confident smile, all the reluctance and retention could be smoothed out——

But if he looks at her calmly, it will stop others from crying and being attached to her——

——Who would want to be a liar! ?

If he could go home, he would certainly not be a liar again!

Because he -- because he values ​​everyone -- more than himself. So he would rather lie than...

“…Is that your last words, Lu Shu?” Su Ming’an suddenly revealed a light smile, lowered his eyelids, and said nonchalantly: “Tell me something about yourself, not always about us. You know that the last words are very important, don’t let me only remember your embarrassed appearance at the end.”