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Chapter 1479: One Hundred and Twenty-Nine: "Do you believe in past lives and present lives?"

Dark side.

Island of clouds.

When Su Qing crushed the last step of the ice crystal plank road, he finally saw the true face of the so-called god.

On the throne made of emerald starlight, there is a golden scale decorated with emeralds and gemstones. The left end is engraved with wheat ears, clouds and waves, and the right end is engraved with a numerical sequence. He has no human form and no facial features. It seems that the slender golden rod is his hands and feet, and the smooth tray is his body.

At this moment, a young man with loose red hair was floating above the clouds, holding a sword, with the tip of the sword pointing at the golden scales.

The flaked gold fragments fell all over the ground, lying on the smooth white jade ground.

The red-haired young man bent his fingers as if tapping the throne. Immediately, the entire Cloud Island shook and the church spire carved with roses shattered into pieces.

When Su Qing arrived here, he saw this scene - the god of Yunshang City pointed his sword at Youli, the god of trade who was in charge of justice, law and money.

"It's you?" The red-haired young man glanced at Su Qing and said calmly, "When I defeat this card-drawing god, you can draw whatever you want."

...Draw a card, me?
Su Qing was facing Su Ming'an's face. He knew that the gods of Yunshang City mistook him for Su Ming'an, but the words went around in his throat. He did not tell the truth, but instead felt a hint of secret joy.

It's a feeling of climbing something.

"Shh!"

Clouds and mist rolled, flames rose. Su Qing felt his palm sink, and when he looked closely, he saw that it was a card draw ticket with the word "Ten Consecutive" written on it.

This word is enough to make many people's blood boil.

"Ten consecutive times, is that enough?" The god of Yunshang City looked straight at Su Qing.

"Without a guarantee, I'm afraid it won't be enough." Su Qing said frankly. He knew that many people could only draw fixed track props and character fragments, and could not draw a complete character at all.

"Give me some more." The god of Yunshang City knocked on the golden scale.

An indistinguishable male or female voice sounded solemnly: "This is essentially the World Tree borrowing the mechanism of Rovasha's Dramatic Memory Lens to summon characters from Dramatic Memory Lenses that do not belong to the current one, deepening the player's bond with Rovasha. This requires consuming the power of the origin of the world, so the number of times is limited, and it is only used to reward those who have completed the Disciple Game perfectly. Even if you defeat me, I don't have any extra card draw tickets..."

After some threats, the God of Trade insisted that there was no more unless they went to rob the origin of the world.

Before Su Qing drew the card, he asked the God of Yunshang City: "You don't need it?"

The reply from the God of Cloud City was very cold: "No matter how many times I draw, I won't draw someone stronger than me. I am only here to challenge, not to draw cards."

Su Qing took a deep breath and realized that after the fusion with this person, his aura became more and more rounded and powerful.

……

[“If There Is an Afterlife” Limited Time Card Pool:]

[This card pool contains limited cards such as [SSR·Last Supper·Jellyfish Emperor], [SR·Crying Blood·Sky Oriole], [SR·Red Ribbon·Wingless], and [SR·Last Dance·Hui Bi]. ]

[“Bright Future” Limited Time Card Pool:]

[This card pool contains limited cards such as [SSR·Darkest Tower·?], [SR·Last Dragon·Odd/Even], [SR·Long-Handled Umbrella·Morning Sun], and [SR·Pure White Knight·Spark]. ]

……

Su Qing thought for a moment and asked, "If I really pull them out, are they real people?"

The answer from Yuri, the God of Trade, was very cold:

"No."

"The dead are gone, and death is a process that cannot be reversed. The card drawing mechanism is to allow those who can come to come upon summon. In short, it is not you who draws them, but they are willing to respond to your summons. This is why there is no guaranteed minimum for the card pool. If they are unwilling to sign a contract with you, you will not be able to draw anyone even if you draw dozens or hundreds of times."

“Even if they come here, most of them are not the real ones, but the products of the creation system.”

"However, there are exceptions. For example, before, the daughter of reincarnation, Siber, really came to this world. If she heard the call and was willing to come to help you, then she is the real one."

"For example, Si Que once left a black water dream in Luowasha, connecting the awake people in various worlds. If these people from other worlds left their clones in Luowasha, then if you draw them, they can also switch their consciousness and come here, and they can be regarded as the real body."

"The origin of the world cannot be resurrected. All it can do is imitate, copy and connect."

"We just provide a platform. By using the game card drawing method, you can be more accepting of it."

"Oh." Su Qing narrowed her eyes and smiled: "I see."

No wonder he felt a sense of calling and came to Su Mingan. However, this lord was really derelict in his duty and only treated him as a tool.

"I am confused." The God of Trade said, "People who are summoned here all have their own wishes to be fulfilled, and that's why they serve their master. What is your wish?"

Su Qing smiled but said nothing.

The god of Yunshang City took a look at Su Qing and knew that this person was not Su Mingan himself, but He didn't care.

"Huh..." Su Qing wanted to wash his hands and burn incense, but he didn't have the conditions to do so. He set his sights on the second card pool, tore up the card drawing ticket, and a dazzling light flashed out.

……

[You drew a rose*1]

[You drew Boss Rabbit's ear*1]

[You got skin · West Riverside*1 (quality: epic)]

[You won the favor gift: Sister's pendant*1]

【…】

……

A large area of ​​white and green light flashed, and Su Qing's face also turned pale green.

No way, no one wants to come?

He stared at the dazzling light, and suddenly noticed a ray of dazzling golden light——

……

"Ding dong!"

[You drew the SSR card · Dark Tower ·? ]

……

Golden light burst out.

Su Qing's heart leapt into her throat.

He remembered that this was a Minghui-themed card pool, and the strongest person in Minghui was...

He held his breath, looking forward to seeing the monarch who looked like frost and snow.

The god of Yunshang City just said that it was impossible to draw someone stronger than him. Now he got slapped in the face.

The golden light faded and he felt his hands sink.

...Oh no, something doesn't feel right.

Looking down, he saw a sleek bird, as round as snow, standing in his hand. Its silver eyes, as ethereal as a fairy, stared at him quietly.

……

Glossy.

The poisonous gas still hasn't dissipated.

Su Mingan stared at his hands full of flowers and slowly lowered them.

In the dim room, the only sound was the two people's shallow breathing.

The bracelet ticked steadily, and the good man patted Su Mingan on the shoulder. His rough palm was firm and powerful, as if comforting Su Mingan.

"...I had a friend in the past." The good man's deep voice came, perhaps affected by Jia Xiqin's death, the voice was very heavy: "He was very knowledgeable about poetry and literature, his mind was magnificent, and his thinking was romantic. I always felt that he would become an amazing creator in the future."

"We were selected to join the Disciple Game together, but I feel that this bloody game is not suitable for him. In my eyes, he is like a white Isha flower that should not be stained by any filth."

"I save people and protect others with him. He has many wonderful ideas, but my mind is full of gun and sword skills. I thought that he should only be responsible for romance, and he will become a famous creator in the future. Before he grows up, I will become the sword that protects him and always stand in front of him."

Between Su Mingan's palms, the white baby's breath gradually withered, leaving only bumpy wounds.

"One day, he died."

The low-pitched narration takes an abrupt turn that catches you off guard.

Su Mingan looked at the people around him.

"We saved many, many people, but someone was ungrateful and betrayed us, exposing our location to the enemy."

"I failed to protect him, and he died in front of me. At that moment, I was thinking, what on earth did I save?"

"If I had only protected him and not saved so many people, he wouldn't have died."

"Many of the people I saved would instead accuse me of being unfair, accusing me of not treating everyone equally, and that they are not worried about the scarcity of people but the inequality of their wealth."

"What a bunch of scum. Saving them only made the situation worse. When I decided to save people, how could I not be abandoning some lives? It turns out that when some people die, more people will live."

"Saving people is actually a form of evil."

"Later, I began to fear saving people, but even so, I still couldn't control my hands. I couldn't bear to see a life slip away in front of my eyes. I couldn't stand to see the blood spurting from their throats. I couldn't bear to see the killers laughing unscrupulously. So, I still extended a helping hand, even if it was thankless."

"When I saw you today, the feeling was even stronger. I rushed over without caring about anything. I didn't even see your face clearly before I shot Tianying."

"You make my heart." At this point, the vague outline of the good man moved, and pointed his finger at his chest:
"Beat like crazy."

"It was so hot. The moment it rushed over, I felt as if my whole body was on fire. I even had a sense of fate - like, I was supposed to come to save you."

"You make me feel hot."

Su Mingan stared at the other person's outline.

He was sure that his bond with this person was not strong, and they had never had a deep relationship before, but sitting down and talking together like this gave him a feeling of mutual understanding.

It's a feeling of "being one's own kind".

On one hand, they are holding the weight of rationality, while on the other hand, they are being driven by emotions. This is a contradiction that is unique to the savior mentality.

The good man wrung his hands, but after a moment he smiled, a very carefree smile.

Su Mingan heard a delicate tone in the laughter, like a swaying sprout.

"In fact, I have not personally experienced the things I'm talking about. They only appeared in my dreams, but I feel that these are not dreams, they must have happened." The good man tilted his head, his black hair trembling:

"Do you believe in past and present lives?"

The nice guy sounded like he was joking, but his tone was serious.

"Believe it." Su Ming'an said. Because of the existence of the Poincare return of the universe, every return is a kind of past life and present life. Perhaps this good man is a hidden "awake person", so he remembers some things that have not happened in this round.

"Do you believe that we have come to this day at the cost of countless deaths?" said the good man.

"Believe it." No one believes this more than Su Mingan.

The good man clasped his hands together and smiled slightly: "Yeah. Just like I just asked you if we have met before, and you answered-"

"Maybe, in another life."

"Da da da."

From somewhere, the sound of high heels gradually rang out. In the green poisonous gas, the fluttering red hair loomed, like a cluster of flowing fire.

"Xiao Shanzhu, where have you been hiding~~~" The beautiful singing voice floated in the dead silence.

The good guy's expression immediately changed. He picked up his gun and stared outside the glass door.

"How could that crazy woman catch up with us...Oh no, she will definitely break the glass door and come right in..." The good man gritted his teeth.

Su Mingan raised his hand and pressed the gun out of the good guy's hand.

Under the good man's puzzled gaze, Su Mingan raised his right hand and spoke softly:
“Give me a camellia.”

The snow-white silk ribbon twisted and turned, and a red camellia with petals embracing each other bloomed in Su Mingan's palm. It was the effect of an "infinite bouquet".

Su Mingan walked out, pinching a camellia.

"You..." The good guy suddenly realized that Su Ming'an wanted to lure Tianying away and make sure Tianying only focused on Su Ming'an.

"You may not know." Su Ming'an raised his lips: "Due to my rich experience, I am particularly good at dealing with such crazy people. Don't worry, the remaining poison has subsided, and I can act."

The good man was dumbfounded.

...This is considered rich experience, but what a bad experience this is.

"No! You can't control her." The good man stood up and put his hand on Su Mingan's shoulder.

"This is just child's play in my eyes. I have seen crazier people." Su Ming'an smiled and said, "Believe me, I have things I have to do. I am not a fragile glass bottle."

Perhaps his deepest concern was touched, and the good man let go of his hand.

The calf injury gradually eased and Su Mingan walked out.

"Wait a moment." A deep voice sounded behind him.

Su Mingan stopped and looked back.

Under the green fluorescent light of the porch, the thin figure walked into the dim light and revealed a face.

A full forehead, long and thin black eyebrows, very lively eyes, and wide and thin lips.

At first glance, there is a kind of beauty and tolerance that is difficult to distinguish between genders.

"Since we are going to part ways, at least I will let you see what I look like clearly." The good man put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly:
"My name is Chiqin. It was a pleasure chatting with you. If we meet again, I will give you a sword tassel that I wove myself. In my hometown, it means to keep you safe."

——It’s actually her?
Su Mingan didn't expect this answer.

She had changed a lot from the image in Su Mingan's memory. Her hair was cut much shorter and her voice became hoarse. But her core was still the same, with the kindness of a knight.

The palms are rough because of years of sword practice.

He is extremely strong because he is a knight.

That's why she found the title "Sir" funny.

Not a mighty man, but a solid woman.

Su Mingan had been lying on top of her before and could feel her strong muscles. She never neglected to exercise, so naturally she wasn't weak and frail.

"Ma'am." Su Mingan immediately corrected the address: "Goodbye."