First Player

   Chapter 713 Chapter 711 "Biluochun."

In the   tea house, the three fell into stillness, like an oil painting.

   After a while, Su Rin said, "What the **** are you doing? Su Mingan."

Before   , after coming out of the Meixue Factory, Su Mingan entered this teahouse. All three were covered with masks to prevent their identities from being revealed and causing chaos.

  This teahouse is not as deserted as it was ten years ago. Even in the middle of the night, it was full of people, and the arrival of the three did not attract the attention of others.

   "Drink tea." Su Mingan said.

   "Then what are you doing with him?" Su Rin pointed at Lin Guang.

   "Bring him to drink tea." Su Ming'an said: "Teahouses are the most convenient place to obtain information. I haven't been back for ten years. Listen to the voices of the masses here."

  Lin Guang smiles like a beautiful background painting.

   "Sleep during the day, run out to drink tea at night, you are so reversed day and night, your body..." Su Rin said.

   "Speaking like an old man." Su Mingan sighed.

  Su Rin: "…"

  Su Mingan rested his cheeks and leaned against the window. This is where he sat ten years ago. The ginkgo leaves outside the window were still lush.

   Suddenly, an acquaintance came over: "Xiao Shuai, I heard that you went to inspect the Meixue Factory without sleeping in the middle of the night, so I came here. What are you doing in the teahouse? Private visit?"

   "Yeah, private interview in micro-service." Su Ming'an said.

   In fact, he had other plans.

"Here is... Su Rin's army commander." Xi recognized Su Rin at a glance, but couldn't recognize the mask Lin Guang: "This is Sen? No... He is fighting with Noah, so this Yes…"

   "It's not important." Su Mingan was afraid that Lin Guang's identity would be revealed, so Xi started a fight with someone on the spot.

"Okay. Anyway, I'm just here to give you something." Xi said, rustling in her arms for a while, and took out a brand new net: "Come on, the net made for you happens to be the same. a new Year."

   "Thank you." Su Mingan said.

   Every year, she is the first to send him a tie.

   The people around him, Teretti is crazy, Sen Kelstia respects him too much, Cheng Luohe admires him too much, and Noah forcibly mentioned it by his favorability. Only Xi has been communicating with him on an equal footing, not afraid of authority nor flattering, which makes him feel at ease.

   "Xiaoshuai, you are the number one card on the human side. In the future, you must pay attention to safety and avoid contact with sloppy people, especially Lin Guang and his like. We have not found any trace of him so far." Xi said.

  The first card... The word used, how does it sound like a character in the building...

  Su Mingan coughed.

  Lin Guang, who is called "Chicken Pieces and Dogs", was not angry, as if he had excellent self-restraint, sitting in the same place motionless.

   "Someone said, did you see the city owner today?" Someone was chatting at the table next to him.

   "Didn't he pass away? I remember ten years ago in the whole city, my sister was crying for half a year." A young man said.

   "The city owner is a **** who came into the world. Even if his body dies, his soul will return to the city after a while. How could he die?" said another.

"People like us can only see him in textbooks and TV... It is said that some experts simulated the basic data of the Battle of Dawn, reviewed the war, and found that every action of the city lord was actually the best decision at that time, Without a single exception, [it's like a perfect program written], even if there is a slight error, human casualties will increase by millions..."

   "So he is a god. If it is not a **** who overlooks everything, how can it be the best decision every time..."

  “…”

  Su Mingan narrowed his eyes.

  Xi nibbled on the sunflower seeds: "This kind of compliment to you will make my ears callous."

   "I want to ask, why are there so many white hairs in the city?" Su Mingan said. Along the way, at least one of the three people is white-haired - is it that the pressure of life is too much now, and everyone is young and white-haired?

  Xi was a little hard to say: "You may not believe it when you say it. It is said that the city owner liked white hair the most when he was alive, so many people in the streets and alleys have dyed white hair..."

"what?"

  Su Mingan was stunned.

"Moreover, the reason for the booming business of this teahouse is that ten years ago, the teahouse owner used a flute to play a piece with the piano of the city owner, which caused the owner's popularity to increase greatly, and everyone came to his shop to drink tea." Xi Gan coughed With a sound, his face was a little embarrassed: "Moreover, the white hair of the teahouse owner is also the purest white. Many people can't even bleach their hair as well as him, so the teahouse owner's status has risen, and he can be compared with some small leaders..."

   ridiculous!

  Su Mingan felt inexplicable.

  …What is the purest whiteness? Can this thing be described with the word "pure"? What is Bai Mao now, a kind of noble blood?

   A negative emotion emerged in his heart, which seemed to be Akto's emotional sympathy - if the hair is white or not, it can be counted as a person's achievement, and what are those conscientious little leaders? If you can be respected by others just by dyeing your hair white, what are people's efforts?

   This is ridiculous, just because it is rumored that he likes white fur, so all white fur are chickens and dogs ascend to heaven?

   "Impossible..." Su Mingan said.

   "What's impossible?" Su Rin said: "Chu people are so slender, and many people in the palace starve to death."

  “…”

  The tea table fell silent, and Xiu sighed.

   At this moment, the owner of the teahouse arrived late.

The teahouse owner is still wearing Hanfu, with drooping eyebrows, his slender figure and slightly fluttering white hair are almost exactly the same as Lin Guang who is wearing a mask at the table... Su Mingan thought of the mantis and butterfly that had suddenly appeared before, and his eyes were confused. color.

In a week before   , he learned that the owner of the teahouse opened a shop here.

   "What do the guests want?" the boss asked.

   "Biluochun." Xi said.

   "I drink coffee." Su Rin said.

   "..." Lin Guang said nothing.

   After a while, the tea tray was brought up, and it was the best Biluochun. Su Mingan took a sip, there was no smell of disinfectant, as if what he drank ten years ago was just an illusion.

   "Do the guests like it?" the teahouse owner asked.

"Of course, I like this bowl of tea very much, and I also like the flute piece you played with me on the piano ten years ago." Su Mingan suddenly smiled: "I find a friend in the song, your flute sound makes me think that you are a Nice person. I want to be your best friend, I wonder if you would?"

   "click".

Next to    came the sound of crushing tea bowls, which seemed to come from Lin Guang.

"You said that you played with me ten years ago, so you are..." The owner of the teahouse was stunned, his cold and hard face showed an emotion like melting ice and snow: "I admire you very much, I really... can be with you. friend?"

   "Kacha." Xi was startled, and Lin Guang next to her crushed the teapot in front of her again. She didn't know why the masked man was so angry.

"Of course you can. Today is the Fortune Festival. Do you like ginkgo trees? How about I show you the best ginkgo tree in the city?" A halo shone around him.

  The wooden floor faintly trembled, Lin Guang couldn't sit still, and the tea bowl fragments were sticking all over his hands.

Su Ming'an continued to say to the teahouse owner: "After that, I can take you to my piano room. I like your flute very much. It is the best flute I have ever heard. The flutes I have heard before are all The sound of the vulgar is completely incomparable to your song..."

"Snapped!"

   "Clap clap clap clap-!!"

Several loud noises burst out, the wooden table flew up, and Su Rin dodged and dodged. At this moment, he suddenly realized why Su Mingan was dragging Lin Guang to drink tea. The young man really thought about it carefully and calculated every step. pole.

   These remarks are killing people, and Su Rin feels pity for Lin Guang when he hears it.

   All the tea patrons retreated three feet in fright when they saw that the bowl was broken and the table turned over. Lin Guang stood up slowly, his whole body seemed to be bubbling with black air, his palms were shaped like eagle claws, the tea table was overturned by his slap, and the best Biluochun shattered on the ground.

   "What's wrong with this masked person!" Xi was at a loss, she didn't know why this person suddenly burst out.

   In the next instant, a ghostly look appeared on her face.

  —The mask on Lin Guang's face accidentally fell off.

  The teahouse was silent for a moment.

  People stared at Lin Guang's face in shock—a face that symbolized the devil, as terrifying as a medieval witch trial. Ten years ago, Linguang's city-by-city nuclear explosion cast a deep psychological shadow on mankind, and countless people are still living in a nightmare...

   Just now Lin Guang squatted in the corner and teased butterflies. Since it was still late at night, few people noticed his appearance. Now it was under the bright lights of the teahouse, and his appearance scared people to shit.

   "Ahhhh-" Finally, someone ran away. Immediately afterwards, hundreds of people fled out, and in the blink of an eye, people went to the empty building. There was a sound of warning in the distance, and it would not be long before the teahouse was surrounded by the army.

   The owner of the teahouse took a step back, his face blank.

   "Guest, why are you destroying my tea table..." Before the teahouse owner could finish speaking, Lin Guang stepped forward, his fingers became claws, and he stretched out to the teahouse owner's neck, judging by this posture, he was going to strangle him to death!

  A wall of golden light rose from the ground, blocking Lin Guang's attack.

  Su Rin stood in front of the boss and suddenly said: "Su Ming'an, I didn't expect there is such a way of testing."

  Su Rin has a lot of experience, but he didn't expect Su Mingan's temptation method-Ling Guang is so angry, the teahouse owner and Ling Guang are obviously not the same person, one of them must be Lu Shu and the other is the other.

"—The sound of vulgarity! The sound of vulgarity??" Lin Guang's eyes were bloodshot, like a gushing volcano. He stared at Su Ming'an, his hand touched the pistol on his waist, and his left hand grabbed his right. Live to stop.

   "Su Rin, you protect the safety of the teahouse owner. After the work is done, Lin Guang and I will go to [Hewei] as a guest." Su Mingan said.

   His brows were still furrowed, not satisfied with the result of this test.

   "I'll go with you." Su Rin said.

   "No, [Hewei] is very dangerous. I'm not sure if you will be invaded. I have a backer. You are waiting in the city to respond." Su Mingan said.

   "Understood." Su Rin said.

   "Luvis, you—" Lin Guang couldn't hold back anymore, his flute was actually a vulgar sound...

   "Okay, I'll go to [Hewei] with you as a guest. Don't take my previous remarks to heart. You are my best friend, and your "Missing" is the best." Su Mingan said.

  Ling Guang was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

   This time it was the teahouse owner's turn to be restless: "Wait..."

   Su Rin suddenly felt familiar when he saw this scene. He remembered a well-known story in the World Forum, saying that in the seventh world of Praia, a player with high charm, wandered between Soul Hunter and Soul Clan, and staged an eight-point TV series. Now this scene seems familiar...

  Su Rin's authority allows him to see other people's souls and use this to determine the level of emotional ups and downs of the other party. Even now, in his eyes, Su Ming'an's mood has always been stable.

   The most terrifying point of charismatic players is here.

   They can easily arouse the emotions of others, but they themselves are extremely calm. The word "best friend" rolled in Su Ming'an's mouth without any hindrance. Su Rin even noticed that he was also affected by this invisible charm...

   This kind of person is terrible.

   "How are you going to take me to [Hewei]?" Su Mingan looked at Lin Guang.

  Lin Guang closed his eyes. After a while, he looked at Su Ming'an.

   "Luvis, close your eyes. 1, 2, 3..."

   The next moment, Su Mingan closed his eyes, and white light rose around him, surrounding the area.

  …

  【102 Years of Cataclysm·City of Measurement】

   "...what is she doing."

   "...pretending, I really thought I was a princess in a fairy tale."

   At the mechanical station, Xiaomei ignored the jealous words of other colleagues, put away the things from get off work and left.

  Since Speaker Alan had to help her warn others, her work environment has gotten better. The boss didn't dare to harass her blatantly, but there were still gossips on weekdays.

  ...It doesn't matter, as long as they are good enough, they will understand one day.

   She got home and turned on the radio. She likes a historical radio station, which often has Akto-related content.

   The light in her life, let her hear more of his story, even if it's just a trivial piece of history.

   "It is said that although the history of the War of Dawn was covered up a lot, people generally believed that there was a **** named 'Lingguang' in history." The radio anchor's voice came out, cadence.

  Xiaomei opened the personal terminal and started to do the rest of the work.

   "...This Linguang, his whereabouts are still unknown. People speculate that he has died in battle, and some people say that he has retreated from the world. But what we are going to talk about today is another person, Lord Asa Akto."

   She raised her head and listened intently.

   "...It is said that the city lord of Akto has actually died a long time ago. What we see now is his bionic body." The anchor said.

   She frowned.

"He died in the 72 years of the cataclysm. It was the human race who killed him with his own hands. Someone found a banner of 'Kill Asa Akto Executor' in the ruins, which was a product between the 50th and 80th years of the cataclysm. ."

   There is a smile in the voice of the radio anchor:

   "Of course, it's just an unofficial history, you can't believe it, everyone just listen to it..."

"after all."

   "How could human beings kill their own saviour."

   (end of this chapter)