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Chapter 1489: Final Chapter·Guarding the Shore [3]· "Goodbye, Grandma."

...If I follow this white-haired young man, can I really see the Mother Goddess of Light?
Su Mingan quietly pointed his palm at the white-haired young man.

……

"Ding dong!"

[The skills of the person in power cannot be used. 】

……

...Unusable? Pretty good, or inhuman?
"Lead the way." Su Mingan said.

With the gods of Cloud City by your side, 99% of the risk can be reduced. Once the remaining 1% of risk is avoided, it will plant a greater threat. If there is really a problem with the Goddess of Radiance, we must know the situation in time.

The white-haired young man was named "Bai Qiu". He drank the beer in one gulp and walked straight out of the tavern.

The black velvet night falls and the lights gradually light up.

Su Mingan looked up and saw the night of the tenth day of the dungeon for the first time. In the past, it would always end in the red sun at noon.

The temperature in Hongri has cooled down a bit, and it is no longer as hot as it was during the day. The town where Su Mingan lives is located in the affluent area of ​​the north, where the temperature is relatively low, and people are not so distressed. But he heard that in some areas close to Hongri, the daytime temperature is as high as 60 or 70 degrees, and in areas without protection, there have been large-scale burns and even deaths...

The God of Contract, Nalandos, has already taken action and set up the trade system of the new world. The existing currency and industry can still be brought into the new world for settlement, and a new incentive mechanism will be established. Therefore, the current monetary system is still stable, and people have not turned into panicked headless rats just because they saw the red sun.

I hope this rare cool night can give people a moment of respite.

"The confrontation involving hundreds of races that took place at noon today at the World Tree has come to an end with the retreat of the world traitor Noel Akinni. This was the highest-level pre-war confrontation in the history of four eras, involving at least three gods and the World Tree..." A transparent wandering soul flew through the air.

This is an electronic life that believes in the god of the Internet. It is a unique race of the people of Rovasha, called "Eye Spirits". They reproduce by autonomous division and replication. They look like wandering souls, and are born with a huge belly like an LCD screen. Therefore, they are regarded as "mobile live broadcasts", which is also the classic way for the people of Rovasha to watch live broadcasts.

Since the "Eyeing Spirit" has no ability to protect itself, it is often accompanied by two or three companion lives. The "Hammer Man" is responsible for arguing, the "Soybean Man" is responsible for sending sarcastic emojis, and the "Meme Talker" is responsible for mentioning memes at inappropriate times, in order to rebound all electronic lives that attempt to attack the "Eyeing Spirit". This is also the way that the electronic lives of Luowasha survive.

"Luo Vasa is very big... There are many interesting things, but unfortunately they don't belong to me..." Su Mingan's thought flashed through his mind, and then he turned to listen carefully to the live broadcast content.

Many people stopped to listen like him, even the workers and children who were carrying things.

"According to insiders, the world traitor Noel Akinni has delayed the arrival of the Red Sun for unknown reasons. Please make sure you still have the concept of 'Strawberry Shortcake' around you."

"The Watcher Ijurel was sacrificed to His Majesty Su Ming'an, the new helmsman of Luowasha. This is the first time we officially know the existence of the Olives iteration and the Watcher. Let us observe a minute of silence for the pioneers' efforts and sacrifices. At the same time, for our compatriots who died today..."

People bowed their heads, put three fingers on their hearts, and mourned in the way of Ravasha.

At the same time, the screen showed Su Mingan confronting Noel at the World Tree at noon today, but only his small back was shown without revealing his face. White tentacles blooming like daffodils could be seen.

During the one minute of silence, Su Mingan's heart moved slightly.

…Has the “world traitor” Noel Akinni become such a name?
According to the compass positioning, Noel should have gone to Experimental City No. 1. His goal should be to take over the bodies of the newly born Rin tribe and seize control of the Garden of Eden.

I don’t know how long it will take Noel. Before Noel succeeds, the energy progress must be pushed to 10000 points and we must set sail as soon as possible... Su Mingan opened the red dial with a "click" and saw the value of [8550/10000].

The progress is slowly increasing. It seems that the emperors and players are still working hard. I heard that Lin Yin, Anthony, and Mei Yani are organizing players to use mana as energy. The scene should be spectacular, but unfortunately I don't have time to watch it.

Everyone worked so hard, that’s great.

Su Mingan closed the dial and regained his spirit. He had completely given up on the 0th Disciple Game and chose a conservative approach, so he had to ensure 100% success.

At that moment, seeing Su Liujin standing alone in the sea, he did feel a kind of grief as if he had a mutual sympathy for her.

Waiting alone in the unknown sea, watching the departure of the new world... This is the end of the "savior". If Su Mingan died before reaching the sea of ​​Su Liujin, no one would know what this white-haired boy had worked hard for, and only know that he was an innocent jellyfish.

The noise in my ears returned and the one-minute silence ended.

Su Mingan exhaled heavily, feeling the flow of air in his chest, and said to Bai Qiu: "Before I go to see that noble lady, I need to make some preparations."

Bai Qiu pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said calmly, "Okay, I'll follow you."

Su Mingan said: "You follow me, and if I get into trouble..." What he meant was that perhaps Bai Qiu could provide some handy help.

Bai Qiu smiled, and the jewel chain on the frame swayed:
"can."

"You have to pay more."

Su Mingan retracted his gentle, strategic smile.

...If Bai Qiu Shi opens his mouth too loudly, the gods of Yunshang City will take care of him.

Under the cover of night, Su Ming'an used his watch, Adu, to contact Lu Shu, Lu, Lin Yin, Yi Song, and Isabella, who might have a relationship with the gods, and inquired about the Mother Goddess of Radiance.

Lu Shu: "The Radiant Mother Goddess is called Kritsin. I have taken notes and know Her teachings and emblems. But I don't know Her current situation... Where are you? I'll come to find you."

Lu: "Kritsins' incarnation, Qins. I have seen her once in the northern wasteland. At that time, she was saving people, not like an evil god. But I don't know if she has changed recently. Is there any difficulty?"

Lin Yin: "The Angel of Dawn said that the status of the Radiant Mother Goddess is much higher than hers, and she is not qualified to meet Kritsins. But if you need combat power, I have gathered millions of players here to help you."

Yi Song: "Beier said...I don't know..."

Isabella: "I don't know. Do you need help, Su Mingan?"

After receiving Su Mingan's call, they immediately asked Su Mingan if he needed help, and their concern was evident in their words.

While feeling a little warm in his heart, Su Mingan also silently made a decision that he would never call Yi Song again and would solve the problem in writing if possible.

Unfortunately, the status of the Radiant Mother Goddess was too high, and no one could provide useful information. Su Mingan also contacted Boris, but this extremely pious guy did not respond, which made him aware of the danger.

He declined their request to rush over. Everyone was busy in their own fields, and he could do the most dangerous thing of rushing to the front line by himself.

Death rollback... is always the last trump card. As long as you are well prepared in advance, it is still the highest standard strategic weapon.

Before leaving, Su Mingan bought a bunch of bright red Lycoris radiata at the flower shop at the entrance of the town. This would be useful.

Bai Qiu and the gods of Yunshang City stood aside, not understanding why Su Mingan wanted to buy flowers, but did not ask.

The owner of the flower shop was a white-haired old lady. She sat in a wheelchair and cut flowers for Su Mingan and wrapped them in tin foil.

"You can actually buy Lycoris radiata in the flower shop in this small town..." Su Ming'an originally asked casually, but he didn't expect it to be true.

He whispered to himself, but the old lady had sharp ears and smiled, "Yes, no one sells it. They all think the flower language is unlucky. But I think, why is this flower language bad? Winter goes and spring comes. Spring comes only after winter goes."

Su Mingan's frozen expression revealed a hint of a smile: "Yeah."

At this time, the old lady's cloudy eyes moved, and she leaned forward like a little girl and said in a low voice:
"Hey, young people have a wide range of horizons. Do you think that the new world that the Lighthouse Master talked about will also have a place for me to plant flowers?"

The little white dog in the store rubbed against Su Mingan's trouser leg, making a whining sound.

Su Mingan glanced at the little white dog and suddenly thought to himself... If the new world sets sail, a little dog like this might not be one of the passengers.

Only those who have a certain amount of inspiration can successfully break away from the book, and some people who are abandoned by the times are destined to be left behind. Just like the old lady in front of me, the left-behind elderly in the village, the illiterate children in the mountains, and the little white dog who can't read...

They had been crushed once by the speeding train of the times, and now they were about to be crushed a second time.

"Come on, all right." The old lady tied up the red spider lilies and handed them to Su Ming'an: "I don't know when we can set sail. You are young and in good health. Keep going north. It's cooler there. If you succeed, help grandma to see the flowers in the new world..."

"Grandma." Su Mingan said suddenly.

He took the tinfoil bouquet, and the bright yellow street lights gradually brightened up the dispersing night clouds:
"You will also see flowers in the new world."

"In this new world, flowers will remain the same, and 'you' will not be left behind."

He said it calmly, and it sounded like just a soothing word, but it sounded like a promise in his mouth.

The "you" he said seemed to refer not only to the illiterate old people and children in this small town, but also to many, many others.

The old lady was stunned for a moment, then smiled and gently patted Su Mingan on the shoulder:

"You're quite sweet. Okay, I won't charge you for the flowers."

"I'm serious." Su Mingan pursed his lips.

"Well, seriously, seriously, thank you for your blessing, child. I really don't want your money."

"I'll try my best."

"OK……"

"I will really try my best..." Su Ming'an's voice became smaller and smaller. He stopped talking, put down the coin and turned around.

The old woman didn't know who the person in front of her was, nor did she know what this young child with a green face would do.

She didn't know that he was a stubborn person who would try countless times for a promise, she didn't know what resolution he had made at this moment, and she didn't know that his change of mind at this moment pushed himself into a future that was several times more difficult.

The bright red flowers burned like fire. The moment Su Mingan turned around and left the flower shop, he almost wanted to curse himself.

...Didn't we agree to choose "reality" over "fairy tale"? Then accept that the ending is not perfect, and accept that many people are destined to be left behind in the old era.

Why do you start to waver, start to have extravagant hopes, and start to want a more ideal result just because you bought a bouquet of flowers on the roadside?
Si Que has clearly stated that Eden will only select those whose inspiration exceeds the limit. This is to reduce the pressure of building a new world, ensure that everyone can be used, and not accept those who are not good at writing. Therefore, some people will inevitably be left in the destroyed world.

But he was actually thinking just now... he couldn't just abandon them like this.

What if the status of the world controller is high enough, what if the energy prepared by the world controller is sufficient, what if... what if the world controller can also become a part of the "world"?
Is it true that the extra vacancies can keep these people?

"It's feasible, this method should be feasible. I'll ask Xiaobai later..." Su Ming'an thought calmly while almost burying his face in the bouquet of flowers, not wanting to show his wavering expression.

"Hey! Child!" came the old lady's voice from behind.

Su Mingan was stunned for a moment and slowly turned around.

Under the dim street lights, he saw a white-haired old lady struggling to shake the handle of her wheelchair and catch up with him.

"Your stuff fell!"

The old lady raised her hand, holding a plastic bag filled with steaming white cake, as if it had just been taken out of the steamer.

...I didn’t bring the white cake, it’s not mine...The next moment, Su Mingan realized that this was just his grandma’s way of making him stay.

The old lady stuffed the white cake into his hand and said, "Take it and eat it tomorrow morning. This place is far from the next town."

He paused for a moment, nodded, took the white cake, turned and left.

He tapped his chest gently with his palm, as if to calm the heartbeat that shouldn't be surging.

He took a bright red Lycoris radiata and pinned it to his sleeve with a pin, as if it had some important function. He also took out the "Xinjian Talisman of Immortality" and hung it around his waist.

Bai Qiu and the gods of Yunshang City remained silent, wondering what he was doing but did not ask.

Before leaving the town, Su Mingan looked back.

He saw the fields, the bluestone well railings, the lights on the eaves turning into amber, the moss marks like ink, the crows’ cries like wind drying. He saw the blue cloth that had been forgotten to be put out to dry was still empty, and a stone millstone was pickled and shining in the moonlight. He saw the wind wrinkling the wheat fields, and the last piece of light was cut into pieces when the wooden window of the old lady’s greenhouse closed.

He heard the sound of wind chimes, a rusty copper wind chime under someone's eaves.

The sound did not seem to go away, but instead gradually spread to the world from behind him.

It was as if something hot could not be suppressed, but was climbing up the ringing sound and escaping into the deeper night.

The cool breeze blew the petals away, and he tied the talisman.

"Let's go," he said.

It seems that some kind of determination has been made.

……

At the deepest point of the night, Su Mingan arrived at the temple of the Mother Goddess of Light.