The resident singer randomly chose a live broadcast room, at least not to show everyone too negative scenes.

The picture was jumping, and what was revealed was a top-ranking player live broadcast room. This was a woman in her thirty years old. She was standing by the desk stupidly, her eyes full of tears.

"Sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was sorry..."

She kept repeating, and she was surrounded by people who were repenting. Their regrets almost gathered into rivers, and negative emotions almost came to her face through the screen.

The resident singer frowned and changed the live broadcast room again.

People in the booth came to discuss:

"It's really ridiculous now. There are probably many crazy people."

"It's a real medicine and a real illusion. Who would have thought that there was such a thing in Baisha Heaven?"

“Many players on the list were caught, and they lost all their faces…”

"It's not all the face, it's just that they really reveal their thoughts."

"It is said that as soon as Lin Jiang died, the human progress bar dropped as much as 1%... With such a large weight, I really can't pin my hopes on these people. There are too many hypocritical people. I really didn't expect Door to have such an idea."

"Tsk, what can I do if I don't rely on it? Arke, do you dare to end up?"

“…”

"Some people have begun to speculate on the weight of the more advanced players."

"I'm afraid that the strongest one will have a full 10% weight. You know, that one. But what scares me even more is that I think my guess is very likely to be true."

“…”

The masked girl yawned, listened to these words, and brought the wine into her mouth.

She was still holding a paintbrush in her hand, as if she was practicing sketching.

She just found a place to rest, but she could always hear about that person in various places.

The information related to the first player is like a collection of world lines. No matter what people are talking about or where people are talking, they can always talk about things about him.

The masked girl listened and looked at the screen live room above to switch.

Countless barrages, flying on the screen like snowflakes in an instant, almost completely obscuring the picture.

The girl just glanced at her and saw a bunch of white barrage small characters in the live broadcast room:

【It's my favorite time to fool you again.】

【Although I know that this person is fooling me every time, I am convinced every time…】

[The first player should have a very low san value now. I just found something wrong with him, but now his speech is quite smooth.]

[This is the legendary strategy state, abandon all debuffs.]

[Woooo... Dongxue, my Dongxue... Why are you a boy? You are so cute...]

[Woooo...Mo Yan, my Mo Yan... Su Mingan actually drove Mo Yan out to get wet in the rain in order to guide Dongxue. It's so useful.]

[Isn't he the same for that Ryan last time? The first player is too lazy to hide people who have nothing to do with the strategy process.]

[Hey, everyone saw that there was nothing in Doer's live broadcast room, something happened.]

[Ah... I saw it, it's not easy for everyone, who doesn't have some selfish desires...]

【…】

The popularity value in the upper right corner of this live broadcast room starts with 100 million.

The girl heard a familiar sound coming from the LCD screen. The sound seemed to shake her soul, and each sound could resonate.

...After all, that was her "god".

Even if the God had ignored her and ignored her at the Joint Mission Conference, she didn't care. God should be a God. As a "light-seeker", he should not ask God to respond to every believer of His.

She listened to his voice and smiled unconsciously, as if she was satisfied.

Her "god" was sitting in a cave at this time. The bright red fire was particularly dazzling in the dim cave. The fire light jumped on his face, and the expression on that face was extremely stable.

He seemed to be telling calmly, and also as if he was telling a story. The steady sound was like a slow flow of water, as if it was passing through a crackling fire towards her.

"...There are always special people in this world, but not me. I just kept walking on the road to find that I was mediocre." He said to the girl opposite the fire, his voice extremely light.

A girl named Dongxue was also looking at him, her dark eyes were extremely bright.

The fire pounded in her eyes, and there was a relief and peace.

The "god" on the screen continued to speak, with a very peaceful tone and close to it.

"... When I realize that I am no longer so special, I will grow up. It is indeed difficult, painful, and helpless to admit that I am an ordinary person and accept my ordinary things. But this is the only way to grow up."

"The words of praise from others can easily become a curse for a person's life."

"Dongxue, don't let these words control yourself, you are excellent enough."

The "god" spoke, and his voice was temporarily suspended.

Outside the screen, the masked girl listened carefully, as if she was listening to the holy words.

"—Miss Su, Mr. Angel is looking for you."

A call came from behind.

The masked girl Su Shi put down the wine glass in her hand.

"I only believe in one God," she said. "I will not listen to His missionary mission, let him get out. Don't disturb me from listening to the words of God."

Su Shi said, and the wine glass hit the bar table, making a crisp sound.

The young man in a snow-white priest suit slowly walked into the bar, holding the snow-white cross in his hand, as if he was muttering something.

When the guests next to him saw this scene, they stopped communicating topics, raised their hands and started taking photos and recording them.

"That's Angel! Dark Messenger Angel!"

"The big guy on the list, I'll record it and it will be very popular when I pass it on to the forum."

"...I'm a sage, Angel, I'm always talking about it. The last time the United Team Human Self-Rescue Conference discussed the topic and preached, the scene was extremely funny, I was really impressed..."

"It seems that it is also spread by some fallacies. This person is paranoid and stubborn. He will judge whether a person is good or evil, and he will not ruthlessly kill someone. He is simply a madman..."

Listening to these people's words, Angel's smile did not change, but just walked slowly.

He has a pair of jade-like green eyes, and even when he smiles, he has an unforgettable melancholy temperament.

"Angel?" Su Shi turned around.

The mask covering her upper face covered her appearance, and no one else discovered that she was Su-style.

Otherwise, these guests would have run away long ago and would be afraid of being blown up by her again.

"Aren't you a player on the top list? The Sixth World has not ended?" Su Shi said.

"That's an extremely evil world." Angel sighed slightly: "I went to other worlds just to save those who were struggling on the line of life and death. But in such a world, just looking at the keywords, you can tell that it is too desperate and I can't turn the world back."

"If you came to me to preach, you can leave." Su Shi said.

"But, Miss Su Shi, I think my thoughts are very similar to those of the first player, but I don't know why your attitude towards us is so different."

Su Shi pointed at the desktop with her finger, a little impatient: "What do you know? You don't look like you at all."

"The key is [grading], isn't it?" Angle's green eyes showed a little doubt: "People who are useless should not be kept, they need [judgment]. But those who should be saved, we must extend a helping hand to them and save them from the sea of ​​fire. We cannot repeat the same mistakes, and we need to understand that only straightforward terror can awaken people. Escape is not a way, and people almost know nothing..."

"Angle, what are you here to do?"

"Miss Sushi, it seems that I can't convince you. You have rejected my words in advance." Angel seemed helpless. He kissed the cross between his fingers and then closed his eyes: "...so I want to say this to your god."

Su Shi was silent.

Angel raised his eyebrows, looking very surprised: "As the most "loyal" light-seeker, you won't be able to contact your own gods."

Angel's words stabbed Su Shi like a knife. She gritted her teeth, feeling a little angry.

"Get out, get out." She pointed at the door and asked him to leave.

The people next to the booth raised their hands, and they were recording this scene in silence.

"It's a pity." said Angel, "It seems that my trip was in vain. You are not recognized by your god."

"If you don't get out, I will let the boss throw you out." Su Shi said: "You will have no power to fight back if you only have spiritual attributes."

"I understand." Angel smiled, he didn't seem to be angry at all.

Facing everyone's eyes that were terrified, curious, or inquiry, he slowly turned around and took slow steps, returning as he had come.

Su Shi's hand lit the table and she raised her gaze.

In the picture, her god is slowly persuading a "sheep in the rain".

His voice was gentle and low, with gentle patience she had never felt before.

She looked at this scene with great envy, and her fingers gradually bent.

...

[In New South Wales, there is a profession called "Sheep Man".]
To be continued...