In front of him, Su Lin finally tidied up his sleeves.

He sorted out his wrinkled sweatshirt and his eyes returned to indifference.

"Then I'm leaving." Su Lin said: "I heard that today is your 19th birthday... so young."

His tail rose slightly, and this was unspeakable.

Su Lin came here deliberately, as if it was just for the sake of alliance. His purpose was coincidentally consistent with Su Ming'an.

"...Goodbye?" Su Mingan waved.

At this time, Noel and others who had been wandering around finally noticed the movement here. They hurriedly put on their masks and rushed over.

"This guy... how could he be here..." Lin Yin was shocked.

She immediately recognized Su Lin, who looked like a graduate student who had just come out of the ivory tower.

She knew very well that this seemingly ordinary young man had been regarded as the legendary "god" by generations of residents of Playa for more than 60 years.

The way of thinking of gods is completely different from that of ordinary players. The environment, experience, experience, and three views of their growth are completely different from the two worlds. The angles and positions they focus on are essentially different.

"Now he is a teammate." Su Mingan said.

"For the time being, it doesn't count." Su Lin immediately blew the situation.

After correcting it, he stopped looking at these people and immediately turned around and left.

Some passers-by next to him holding a camera thought this was a coser and immediately wanted to come up to take a photo, but was scared away by Su Lin's light eyes.

"Su Lin." Su Mingan shouted from behind.

Su Lin didn't look back, just put his hands in his pockets.

His figure stood quietly on the side of the venue door, and could step out at any time, and his standing posture looked a little lonely.

He left his beloved home and was forced to come to a world that was completely unfamiliar to him.

After being separated from his lover, the environment suddenly changed drastically, and he was still in the unknown confusion.

However, as a world leader, his self-esteem will not allow him to ask others for help.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked indifferently.

Su Mingan also spoke indifferently, pointing to the corner of Su Lin’s exposed clothes: “Your shirt is not stuffed well.”

"..." Su Lin touched the lower edge of the sweatshirt, accurately grasping the white shirt that slipped out from a corner.

His body stiffened, he quickly stuffed his shirt in, and quickly left the eyes of several people.

The drooping sunlight stretched out his appearance, and he swept through the crowded crowd like a gust of wind.
Chapter completed!