The teleported white light gradually faded away.

Su Mingan saw a bright room.

The golden crystal chandeliers shook a circle of beautiful and brilliant light, like crushed stars, scattered on the scarlet carpet.

Facing the teleportation array is an empty chair, and then a huge window in Praia can be overlooked. From here, you can see the houses that are as quiet as tombstones in the night, the energy waves that explode in the alleys from time to time, and the deep, dark and rich river water of Praia.

On the walls of the room, there are oil paintings with uniform spacing. In the red paint frames, there are various scenery outside Playa. There are falling maple leaves, the vast sea reflected in the shadow of the city in the clouds, and the red streets that burn like burning under the sunset...

Among them, Su Mingan saw a strange painting.

That is the only portrait of all landscape paintings.

A man in a robe stood in front of a violently burning church and released a white dove in his hand.

Blood red scattered above the picture, the white dove swung its charred wings into the sky, and its feathers fell to the ground, like lit up Mars.

It looks poignant.

“…Welcome to the Tulip Court in Playa.”

The woman's voice came from outside the door.

With the "creaking" of the carved door, a shimmering yellow came in.

She was wearing a bright red cloak and a golden long dress, perhaps because at night, she did not wear a crown, her long dark golden hair was spread on her shoulders, and her light-colored eyes looked extremely lively.

Seeing Su Mingan standing in the teleportation array, she curled her lips slightly and showed an extremely elegant and perfect smile.

It was like seeing an acquaintance who had been reunited after a long time, with her eyebrows and eyes curled with a real smile.

"Welcome back," she said:

"Long time no see, Su Lin."

...

【Main God World·98 Server】

The night is dark.

Above the square, the boss rabbit statue emits colorful light, the fountain "rattles" in the night, and some players sit around the statue.

They are generally fiddling with the materials in their hands or watching the live broadcast in front of them. This is their work and life, and a way for them to live in such a world.

"The Seventh World is really easy." said the forging player who spliced ​​the equipment props in his hand.

"Well, it feels completely no difficulty." The girl drinking milk tea next to him responded.

The boy turned around and said, "It's not completely difficult. Xiaoli, have you watched too many live broadcasts from players on the top list?"

"If you want to be happy, you must look at the players on the list, and the program effect is also good." Xiaoli's hand drew the interface of the live broadcast room in front of her. She was watching Lu Shu's live broadcast.

Although Lu Shu couldn't speak at all, the barrage effect in the live broadcast room was excellent. The people inside knew astronomy and geography. Just watching the barrage was equivalent to self-taught knowledge from a 211 university.

Listening to Xiaoli's words, the boy shook his head and acted like a teaching staff:

"Xiaoli, it is also important to support those behind players. You see, those players on the list are not short of supporters at all. It is also icing on the cake when we go to see them. It is better to go to the back to find those players who are not watching. As long as you say a few words to them, they will be grateful, and they will respond to me, and give priority to my opinions... This is so much of an participation."

"If you want to feel involved, why don't you go down by yourself?" The girl sucked the milk tea and shook the cup, allowing the sunken pearls to slither up.

"Oh, drink this way." The boy put down the props in his hand, held the girl's hand, and helped her slant the cup.

The warm temperature was passed between the two of them. Looking at the boy's hands covering him, the girl's face turned a little blushing.

"... Then I'm just to accompany you, Xiaoli." The boy whispered beside her, and the temperature around him seemed to be rising: "Our parents are not around. If I die, or happen to encounter a world like White Sand Paradise and go completely crazy, what will you do?"

Xiaoli nudged him: "You won't be crazy, you're very optimistic."

"...That's hard to say." The boy said with a smile: "I saw many people saying that there are now many people who appear on the surface, even looking optimistic and cheerful, but who suffer from mental illness in the mainland - this thing is very mysterious and can't be seen. If you don't really go to the hospital to see it, you don't know that you are sick."

"So, are we actually staying away from danger?" Xiaoli hesitated for a moment.

She still feels a little guilty about the act of being a pure casual player who doesn't end up and only does a pure casual player who eats and drinks.

"Look." The boy called out an interface to show her: "This is an order placed by the World Tree Guild."

When the girl saw that it was a highly rewarding equipment forging order.

"World Tree Guild?" She was stunned: "Why are you related to them? Isn't that the super guild of the West? You..."

"That's right." The boy raised his head high and looked very proud: "I've held my thighs. Their guild has been recruiting distribution forging agents recently. I happened to sign a long-term order with them."

"Really?" The girl shook off the milk tea in her hand and hugged it up: "You are so awesome Juniori!"

She knows what this long-term order means.

Remuneration means points, and points means the life of others.

Points are difficult to earn, players' income is in a pyramid state, and the higher the income, the fewer the number of people. The signing of long-term orders means that even if the game is over, their gains can be guaranteed.

"Look, I'll just say that my original choice was right." The boy's tone was quite proud: "It's really exciting to go to various worlds, but after these worlds passed, I feel that way. I saw those trash players were tired of life and just went to give away their heads, and they were not happy at all. Unlike us, they had a leisurely life and stable income... Xiaoli, don't worry, I swear at the beginning of the game, I will protect you well and will definitely provide you with the best life... Just watch your live broadcast with peace of mind, forge and earn points, and leave it to me..."

Xiaoli held him and rested her head on his shoulder, looking extremely happy.

This happy couple who have promised each other embrace each other under the colorful lights.

The milk tea cup rolled to the ground and was suddenly stepped on by a shoe.

A figure different from the leisurely people walked through this side in extremely fast steps, with a speed of almost running.

He ran through the "crazy" fountain, ran through the happy people, and rushed into the night like a chasing monster behind him.

Xiaoli stood up, as if she felt that the man looked familiar.

"...Who is that?" She was in the live broadcast for several months and had already become familiar with all the famous players. She seemed to have a little impression of the young man.

"I don't know." Junyi approached her again, and saw that she was still looking at the man, and blocked her view with her hands a little jealous: "Don't worry about him, Xiaoli... I tell you that when the game is over, we will save a large amount of points, and I will exchange them for a lot of benefits. I believe that your father will definitely agree to us..."

Xiaoli hugged him tightly.

She cherishes this sense of happiness very much. Without family discipline and material conditions, she just needs to be with the other party, which is the most worry-free thing.

The festive atmosphere on Christmas Eve gradually became stronger.

The colorful lights flash on the street, and the gentle music of the violin is melodious in the night.

The couple whispering hugged each other by the fountain, and there were middle-aged people arching their backs walking beside them, while the children without adults were playing and running from the street to the other side.

In the live broadcast room, snow-like barrage floated.

Everything seemed so calm.

...

The young man who had been running in a hurry ran across the street and stopped in front of a building.

He was about to walk in, but someone who seemed to have been waiting for a long time came next to him.

The person waiting looked about thirty years old, with young eyebrows, but his eyes looked a little desolate. Behind his hands, he looked quite arrogant.

"Mo Yan, are you here?" the man spoke, his voice deep.

"Here you come." Mo Yan said.

He did not end again after the end of the Sixth World.

The reason is very simple.

...He felt something was wrong with him.

He could feel his obvious resistance when he was interfering with his sword during the break and communicating with his sword.

It was like someone was exhaling at his neck, and even when he was sleeping at night, he always felt someone lying on the ceiling.

He tried to look and saw the flax face.

In the white sand paradise, the linen face.

...He knew that he had hallucinations. After drinking the real medicine in that confession class, even though he was determined enough, he had unhealed trauma psychologically.

He concealed the matter and chose to go to the World Forum to see how other players deal with this situation.

...And then he saw countless insults against him.

Many of these insults are unreasonable, but because they have appeared with the first player, they want to scold him and find all the reasons to scold him, as if scolding him can make them superior.

They scolded him for having other plans, scolded him for licking dogs, scolded him for dragging people, and scolded him for being unclear. They used all insulting words and analyzed them from all angles. It seemed that they wanted to grab his few actions and completely nailed him to the pillar of shame.

He felt very wronged and a little autistic for a moment. He felt that he had done something wrong and that he was insulted by everyone.

So he began to reflect, correct, and read the posts that scolded him carefully, hoping that he could do better.

Then by chance, he saw another post.

...Same insult.

However, the targets of people's abuse have changed, some are Su Shi, some are Yu Ruohe, some are Xiao Xiao, and some are Qin Ze. He even saw people scolding Lu Shu and Yueyue.

They can always capture the "scarcity of human nature" from all angles, and then speculate on it, yelling others with the greatest malicious intention. As long as someone appears in the spotlight, they will start to scold, because these people are not "perfect" saints in their hearts.

So Mo Yan gradually understood later.

It’s not that he did something wrong himself, it’s just that this group of people like to scold people.
To be continued...