Sky blue [green blue]

【28--】

once Upon a time.

Maybe... I can find a way for humans and demons to coexist peacefully?

(—You are so naive.—)

The existence that laughed and said that excessive response was now lying in his arms, lifeless.

At the same time, the demonization of the World Tree began to subside quietly. The originally ferocious darkness was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye. The thick ominous haze was driven away, and the sky and the earth came back like a rain...

All of this also points directly to a fact.

——[Devil King] died.

As the guardian of the human world, the knight favored by the holy sword knew that he should be the happiest at this time, because the enemy of the human world had died and would no longer pose a threat.

however……

Slightly hugging the existence in her arms, watching the light and shadow changing and shifting on that face and that scarred body, Xiaolan lowered her head and bit her lips tightly, without saying a word.

My heart was empty, as if a big hole had been opened.The cold wind has been howling through the gap, unable to hold anything in the desolate and messy wilderness, and can only cry out endless mourning that no one responds to.

The rose swayed alone in the cold wind.

At this point, there is no need for a glass cover, because the object of the longing to respond is no longer there.

There is only the invisible wind, and the dead silence makes the surroundings empty.

Everything is cold.

--its not right……

Thoughts numbly driven by the silent knight, staggering and dragging, grinding their tracks heavily through the ashes.

——We are just a collection of data, not real "human beings".

Teng raised one hand and pressed down on the breastplate that contained the secret storage. At this moment, Xiaolan even felt that all her emotional ups and downs were meaningless.

Give up and deny.

As everyone knows, whether [abandon] or [deny], it also proves the premise of [existence].

The logical codes sorted out constitute the primary structure as fragments, form a single-chain secondary structure, twist into pairs, weave into nets, coil into clusters, and finally form a variety of more complex topological structures.

Delicate information is transmitted interleaved in structure, and massive data wanders back and forth in the network.

Even at this moment, the little god still witnesses silently and perceives quietly.

Feeling the continuous flow of data into the warehouse through the light wings, the young man standing not far away suddenly spread his palm, and the uncertain dark color gathered on the palm, gradually condensing into a dark magic wand, which was finally held by him hand.

"Xiao Lan, the human camp has won." The god said the verdict that the dust had settled.

Quietly, no response.

I don't know how long it has been...

"The main program, Xiaolu, you are the god of this game world." As if she had just realized the existence of the other party, Xiaolan asked in an unusually calm tone, "Why do you like me? Or, why do you prefer me?"

The teenager explained sincerely: "Because Xiaolan is the greatest existence in this game."

Xiaolan was stunned when she heard the words, "Great..."

(—It’s pretty arrogant. Not only overwhelmed, but also unrealistic. —)

In the knight's consciousness, the voice of the demon king and the boy's voice sounded at the same time.

"...You are self-denying and sincere, expecting peaceful coexistence between humans and demons, bringing peace to all existence, and practicing for this lofty ideal, instead of simply relying on the outside world, launching a certain target of public criticism, and rushing to get things done .”

(—Are you united? Human beings unite to kill me, right?—)

"The demon king Xiaolu thinks so."

(—If there is such a person, he is great.—)

--great……

As if wanting to chew the word, Xiaolan lowered her head and gritted her teeth vigorously.

——The one with the lower level is me, the one who needs to use props to equalize the combat power is me, and I have been expelled from my own camp, and I am often played foolishly...

——Obviously the one who needs external support all this time is me...

"I'm not as good as you say..."

Muttering like this, Xiaolan's face has been replaced with a smile, but it is barely uglier than crying.

But the existence in his arms can't be seen, it doesn't matter.

This guy is always proud and sincere, and his purely rational thinking has always been simple and rude. It can be said that he basically has no awareness of empathy for the other party... All these make people want to slap him in the face.

Thinking of this, Xiaolan silently raised her hand, and gently tugged at that existence's face as if to vent her anger.

Didn't wake up.

A little more power.

Still didn't wake up.

There is no damage value floating out.

Putting down his hands, Xiaolan felt as if a large ball of thick cotton was stuffed in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"The Demon King Xiaolu is a bug." The young man said suddenly.

Xiaolan didn't move, and didn't answer the call.

"Not only Xiaolan, but also the staff officer Yongle and the guard Huiyu are all affected by the bug of the demon king Xiaolu." As if explaining, but also like comforting, the young man continued, "As the staff officer and guards are subordinates of the demon king, this kind of influence It's harmless. But Xiaolan is different, you should be the one who influences and characterizes the devil, but now it's the other way around."

Xiaolan finally spoke again: "What do you mean?"

"In the program of this game, with the main program around [me] as the center and the two camps as the boundary, the relationship between the demon king Xiaolu and Xiaolan and the brave should be in a dynamic balance. Among them, because the brave of level one should not be enough In this case, Xiaolan and the demon king Xiaolu are directly opposed to each other. As the hero level increases, this central fixed balance will gradually form a triangular positioning structure until Xiaolan leaves the field."

"But the brave man has always been level one, and it is difficult to complete the final mission of defeating the devil, and this game must be won by the human side, so..." Xiaolan stabilized her voice, "So, you hand over the sapphire holy sword Give me?"

"Yes." The boy admitted bluntly.

Xiaolan's lips closed several times silently, as if she was trying her best to squeeze out some noise.

However, in the end, Xiao Lan just lowered her head and bit her lower lip again, silently tightened her arms, and pulled the Demon King into her embrace.

Originally, the demons were born with a low body temperature, but Xiaolan didn't know until then that the demons' body temperature could still be lower.

This small movement was transformed into data, which quickly flowed from the pair of heterochromatic pupils.

The young man suddenly felt startled, and let out a short and soft "ah".

Seeing Xiao Lan like this, the boy tilted his head and asked in a daze, "Does Xiao Lan feel sad?"

Xiaolan didn't look up, "Did for me, can I not be sad?"

"For you?" The young man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "No, Demon King Xiaolu did it for himself."

"Huh?" Xiaolan looked up in surprise.

Because of the excessive action, a drop of tear fell along Xiaolan's head.

The boy explained naturally: "If Xiaolan can be rescued, Xiaolan owes him a debt, preferably one that can be repaid for the rest of her life."

Xiaolan managed to recover from her daze.

"Really?" Xiaolan closed her eyes with a wry smile, and whispered softly, "Then this guy has succeeded..."

——As expected, he is the Demon Lord, too bad.

"Just, why does this guy want me to owe him?"

——Even dying without a shirt...

Opening her eyes again, Xiaolan looked down at her arms.

"I really don't understand what you think."

Unknowingly, the tone is full of helpless compromise and connivance.

"Little Blue."

"Huh?" Xiaolan didn't raise her eyes, and her drooping hair covered his expression, making everything unknown.

"What is your wish?" the boy asked.

At this time, Xiaolan's thinking has never been clearer, "As the main program of the game, can't you read my thoughts?"

The tone is so calm that it is shocking, just because it has been moving forward.

"I am not an omniscient existence named [Laplace's demon]. My system can calculate probabilities, exhaustive solutions, optimize results, and make suggestions, but..." "[Knight Xiaolan] is my rule of thumb for decision-making and action, and your choice is my choice."

"Is that so..." Xiaolan's tone was so cold that it was hard to be sure whether he listened or not.

"and……"

"and?"

"As far as the program is concerned, the emotions are complicated and contradictory."

"Complicated and contradictory... indeed."

Facing the question that had been mentioned many times by the other party, Xiaolan closed her eyes, and spoke in a calm tone, speaking at a gentle speed, without hesitation.

"My wish is that humans and demons in this world can coexist peacefully."

The boy was silent for a moment, as if he was judging the authenticity of Xiao Lan's words, or maybe he was just thinking.

"This wish will come true immediately, but..." the boy paused, "Why does Xiaolan look so sad at this moment?"

The knight who closed his eyes frowned, a trace of pain cracked on his face.

But in the end, there was still no excuse, but he silently hugged the silent existence in his arms.

"If Xiaolan wishes," the boy suggested in a normal tone, "I can give [Devil King Xiaolu] a reload."

"Huh?" Xiaolan suddenly opened her eyes and looked over.

Next, under Xiaolan's surprised gaze, the boy grabbed a ball of light from the void.

This turning point came a little too fast, and Xiao Lan, who couldn't keep up with the plot for a while, couldn't help but ask, "What is that?"

"The fragment backup of Demon King Xiaolu's personality program." The young man paused, as if he was retrieving something from his memory, "The corresponding name in the game is [Soul Fragment]."

Staring at the ball of light in a daze, Xiao Lan couldn't help but ask, "Where did it come from?"

The young man confessed honestly: "It was previously given to the staff and guards by the demon king Xiaolu for safekeeping."

At that time, in order to escape from the pincer attack of the controlled staff and guards, the demon king Xiaolu used space magic to partially connect to nothingness. While sealing his subordinates, he also entrusted the last resort to him.

Of course, all of this cannot be hidden from the monitoring of the main program, even though the boy was in a separate conversation with Xiaolan at that time.

Tian Lan's eyes were still looking at the ball of light, and Xiao Lan finally realized, "This is... Xiao Lu's method to deal with the event that she is completely reset?"

The young man nodded, his quiet appearance was very cute.

Xiaolan felt dizzy for a moment.

——Do I want to revive the Demon Lord?

From a purely selfish point of view, Xiaolan admits that she really wants to do this.

It's just...that's the Demon King.

That's the devil.

If the devil king is resurrected, what kind of future will the human world and even this game world usher in?

Dilemma.

After thinking about it hard, Xiaolan tentatively asked cautiously: "When the game is rolled back, doesn't it mean that all the data after the save time point will be lost?"

The boy's answer was concise: "Yes."

Since it was saved before the staff and guards were sealed, that is to say, all the data records including the time when Xiaolan fell into a deep sleep and woke up again, Xiaolu will be lost.

However, upon hearing this simple reply, Xiao Lan immediately regained her composure.

Of course, for Xiaolan, there are only vague memories of that time.

Such as the lone, unrecognizable monster in the field of red.

For example, at the moment when he was about to fully wake up, that smile illuminated by the moonlight and starlight.

Although I don't know exactly what happened during that period of time, how much effort Xiaolu put in to wake himself up, and what happened to him, Xiaolan's intuition still told him: If he lost the memory of that period, Little Green will be very sad.

Xiaolan doesn't want Xiaolu to feel uncomfortable.

But from a selfish point of view, I really hope to bring Xiaolu back to life.

camp and selfishness.

Selfishness with each other.

——There must be a way...

Xiaolan ordered herself in her heart.

——Quickly use your brain to think... Drive your brain to think hard!

Suddenly, Xiaolan, who was in a tangle, couldn't help but vent her anger—why should she hesitate to think about that guy who has no empathy?

Yes, why?

The rose that was wilted by the cold wind cheered up.

The red ribbon wrapped in a bow on the stem swayed.

Suddenly, a pair of white-gloved hands stretched out and gently picked up the bright red flower.

The owner of those hands smiled brightly at him.

***********

——What do I really want?

This problem fell into the sea like a rock falling into the sea.

The boundless darkness was disturbed, and ripples were formed, and waves spread out until they submerged into the darkness again.

Suddenly, something wiped out sparks, and a bean of light lit up in the dark.

with a snap.

The electric frequency signal is connected.

Something broke the closed shell, squeezed out the gap, and stretched out to feel the tentacles of the outside world.

Unknowingly, the light and heat were so dense that they seemed to solidify, like poured honey, warming the body and illuminating the closed eyes.

The quiet warmth at the side makes one lazy and indulging, but the light coming from the head always disturbs the retina until the vision finally recognizes the transparent eyelids.

Slowly opening his eyes without stagnation, the first thing he saw——

"Hey...it's Xiao Lanye with the right facial features..." Just after waking up, the demon king Xiaolu's tone sounded a little weak, but this didn't seem to prevent him from using his usual inexplicable way of speaking, "Little Did Lan use [Alliance] on me?"

Xiaolan stared at him cautiously, her eyes were inexplicably stubborn, but she didn't reply.

"alright……"

Xiaolu was not threatened by such eyes at all, and even stretched out her arms to hug Xiaolan, intentionally or unintentionally, wiped away the tears on one side of the other's face with her own cheek.

"Xiao Lan is warm, a bit like eating hot cream." The tone was soft, revealing obvious satisfaction.

Finally, Xiaolan couldn't help but folded her arms, and tightly hugged the Demon King's shoulders, which were not really generous.