First Player

Chapter 1249 Chapter 1246·"Si Que·Olives (Part 2)"

Su Ming'an's eyes lit up.

...Casadia, you are such a good person.

Wei Bai, Wei Bi, Wei Mo, Pudding, Xi Li, Wu Yi, Qian Qin... Su Ming'an's mind flashed through names, and suddenly asked: "Is Si Que okay?"

Casadia's mask froze for a moment, and his smile seemed to freeze.

After a moment, his slightly lower laughter came out:

"... Only Si Que can't do it."

"Even I can't find him."

Su Ming'an's pupils shrank slightly... Even the second-level god couldn't find Si Que in which corner of Luowasha?

Either Si Que has surpassed the second-level god, or there is a being above the second-level god to cover him.

Looking at the colorful big ball of paint that has dimmed a little, Su Ming'an coughed: "Okay, I choose..."

Casadia listened quietly.

Su Ming'an raised his lips:

"2021 version...Su Ming'an."

...

"——Fuck! That's the No. 1 player, it's so obvious, with such a big piece on his head!"

"——I touched it! I won't wash my hands for the rest of my life!"

"——Su Ming'an! I will follow you forever!"

Water splashed around the fountain of the Boss Rabbit statue.

The black-haired boy stepped into the fountain pool and summoned his clone, which held a bloody fire axe. Facing the fanatical people, he lowered his voice and threatened them with murderous intent:

"——If you come closer, I will kill you."

He was originally shopping in casual clothes, but he didn't expect that there would be an extremely obvious glowing title of [No. 1 Player] on his head, which exposed his identity and surrounded him by fanatical players.

But people were relentless, like a group of hungry piranhas, eagerly rushing towards him, taking photos and videos frantically, and even trying to pull off a piece of his sleeve or trouser leg.

"First player! You are so cool!"

"Although I don't know where the first place Su Liujin and the second place Xiaobai came from, they are all NPCs. The first player is the real first in the chess game!"

"Cat, let me kiss you--!"

Under the enthusiasm of the people, the black-haired boy gradually had no way to retreat.

"Bang!"

But at this moment, a man in a cloak suddenly fell from the sky and stood on the statue of the boss rabbit.

The four eyes met, and the black-haired boy looked up and was stunned-where did this player come from? How could he fall from the sky?

"Xiao Su, follow me." Su Ming'an lowered his cloak and grabbed the black-haired boy's hand.

Su Ming'an guessed that if the players in the 2021 version were the product of the disciple game simulation, then the 2021 version of the main god world should also exist. So, he had a flash of inspiration and teleported himself to the 2021 version of Su Ming'an-in this way, he would directly enter the 2021 version of the main god world.

In one fell swoop, cross the plane.

However, the Fun Devil said that they could only stay here for a while and would soon return to Luowasha.

"... You?" Xiao Su recognized Su Mingan. He originally thought that Su Mingan had white hair and should be Lu Shu from the Dragon Country. But after clearing the level, he realized that Su Mingan should be an NPC, otherwise he would not be so powerful, but this NPC could actually enter the main god world! ?

"Who is this?" The players looked at Su Mingan who fell from the sky in a daze.

"I'll take you away." Su Mingan said to Xiao Su.

Xiao Su glanced outside the square, where people were crowded and dense. He shook his head: "We can't rush out. Too many people want to see the first player up close, and people are still coming in a steady stream."

"Don't worry." Su Mingan held Xiao Su with one hand and summoned the mechanical roulette.

The mechanical roulette flashing with a circular blue light is a high-tech product from the ninth world. Players have never seen such high-tech things.

"Damn, a prop that can fly?" The players were shocked.

"How can there be such a powerful thing at this stage?"

"It must be cheating, this is impossible..."

"Could it be that the person who fell from the sky is the real organizer? Is the host rabbit his pet?"

"Is the first player really the lackey of the organizer?"

"What a handsome mechanical roulette..."

"Don't go! Don't go! Let me touch it again!!"

Su Mingan took Xiao Su up with the wind, leaving the enthusiastic players behind. Xiao Su was a little unaccustomed to flying so high, his face was slightly pale, but he still managed to stay calm.

It seems that the simulation of the disciple game is very restored. Su Mingan at this time is indeed a little afraid of heights, and he is a little afraid of ordinary students. But he died so many times later that he didn't even care about what fear is.

"Don't look down if you are afraid. I will quickly put you in a place where there is no one." Su Mingan drove the mechanical roulette and glanced at Xiao Su squatting next to him. Xiao Su's hands tightly grasped the edge of the roulette, the wind blew up his short black hair, and his eyes trembled as he stared at the surface of the roulette.

Obviously, he was scared in his heart, but he was still calm on the surface.

Su Mingan couldn't help but start to think back... Was he like this at the beginning?

He didn't seem to feel fear now. Or maybe he had lost too many things along the way and he had nothing left to lose.

Even crying gradually lost its meaning, and fear began to blur.

"... This is nothing to be afraid of, it's just like a pirate ship. I'm not afraid of the pendulum and the parasailing, so why am I afraid of this." Xiao Su tried to stay calm.

"You haven't been to an amusement park, so don't pretend." Su Mingan pointed out Xiao Su's stubbornness.

Xiao Su's expression was slightly broken. He had never been to the amusement park. How could this white-haired man know?

"Who are you?" Xiao Su glanced at the perfect clearance mark on the back of his hand and said vigilantly: "I got the perfect clearance, and you also got the perfect clearance. Although I don't know why, this shows that our identities are not conflicting. You are not a player, but why can you enter the Lord God's world?"

"NPCs have many ways to enter the Lord God's world, and even only need a red rose." Su Mingan said lightly. He felt interesting-obviously from his perspective, he is a player and Xiao Su is an NPC simulated by the Disciple Game. But from Xiao Su's perspective, Xiao Su is the player, and Su Mingan is the NPC who is too strong in the copy.

The positioning between them is replaced by each other from each other's perspective, and they both think that their perspective is correct.

"Red rose? What does it mean?" Xiao Su didn't understand.

"It can't be said." Su Mingan became a riddle man. If the Disciple Game goes against the routine, it is best not to form a fixed mindset.

Xiao Su stared at Su Ming'an, and Su Ming'an saw what Xiao Su was thinking - Xiao Su hated the Riddler.

Question, understand, become.

"I felt strange before. It was clearly a doomsday copy, but there were Dragon King, Elf King, Lord of the Undead... people who don't fit in with the painting style." Xiao Su said seriously: "I am willing to believe that you are a lighthouse, and it is also pleasant to talk to you. But I still want to ask - are you a bug in the world game?"

...bug?

Su Ming'an thought for a while: "You can understand it this way. We are much stronger than you."

Xiao Su nodded: "I want to be an ally with you."

Su Ming'an: "...Okay."

He now realized... Obviously there was only a difference of half a year between them, but it seemed like several lifetimes. He could clearly understand Xiao Su's every move, and even figure out what Xiao Su was thinking every moment. But Xiao Su looked at him, as if he was looking at a stranger.

A person...whose name was not "Su Ming'an".

What on earth did a person go through to be so different from himself half a year ago, and even feel completely unfamiliar when they meet?

Xiao Su is obviously him, so why can he show such a lively expression? Why is Xiao Su's smile so strange? Why do they look the same on the surface, complete and lively, but he feels that his heart is almost empty?

When Xiao Su closes his eyes, he can see a bright future and their wish to go home together.

When Su Mingan closes his eyes, he sees hundreds of thousands and billions of graves all over the mountains and plains.

It is black and white, not color.

It is silent and cold, not young and beautiful.

"No matter why you NPCs appear in the dungeon, my only wish is to pass the level perfectly. Since our perfect clearance does not conflict, I hope to win with you." Xiao Su stroked his chest and said.

"...Okay." Su Mingan shook Xiao Su's hand. Although the palms are about the same size, he felt that he was holding a small shadow.

Only then did he realize that he was already quite powerful from the beginning. In a chess game where the average combat power is 4,000 to 5,000, Xiao Su, who has only 100 to 200 combat power, actually got 7 pages.

Luck, emotional intelligence, and IQ are all indispensable.

Su Mingan told Xiao Su some precautions. After sending Xiao Su to a deserted place, Su Mingan left.

…

After returning to Samanthi University, the Fun Demon was very kind and teleported him directly to the single dormitory.

A strong sense of drowsiness came over him. He had not slept since entering the dungeon.

Su Mingan fell asleep quickly after falling on the bed.

…

In front of him was an exquisite dessert table.

Su Mingan did not expect that he would dream of eating dessert when he fell asleep.

The caramel pudding was tinged with an attractive brown-yellow color, the coffee had a slight milky aroma, and three sugar cubes were precipitated in the cup. The purple-gold round plate engraved with double happiness and magpies in spring was filled with banana mille-feuille cakes, and the rainbow-colored macarons next to it were lined up in a row, with bright colors.

The arrangement was extremely exquisite, yet not without ingenuity, and it could be seen that the host of the tea party had good taste.

Su Mingan sensed that there was a person sitting opposite the table.

The man lazily leaned on the chair, his legs resting on a small round stool, one hand resting his chin on the table, and the other hand holding a book, seemingly reading with his eyes down. Purple hair flowing like a sea of ​​stars slid down his back, his slightly long eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his eyelids were white and moist.

The wisteria flowers along the window fell on his shoulders, like embellishing his hair with flowers.

"... Hmm?" Seeing Su Mingan appear, the young man closed the book, his eyelids drooped, and looked over lazily. There was a pair of slightly curled magpie wings on his temples, hidden between the thick purple hair. His eyebrows and eyes were slightly gorgeous, but not without edges and corners. There was a slight grayish blue under his eyes, and his lips were extremely pale, as if they were bloodless:

"You finally fell asleep, Mr. Lighthouse."

"......?" Su Mingan could feel that he was dreaming, but his consciousness was very clear.

"I thought I could chat with you on the first night, but I didn't expect you to sleep on the third day..." The young man yawned, his eyes curved, and a faint blush rose at the corners of his eyes: "I invited you to my dream because I wanted to play a game with you."

Su Mingan looked at the purple-haired young man in front of him. This young man was one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen. His eyebrows and eyes were like ink paintings, and the corners of his eyes were added with a few strokes of bright red and gray, like the color of a magpie. But he always had his eyelids drooping, and his lips were extremely pale, which made the sharpness of his golden eyes fade a little.

The young man only looked at people with half an eye, not knowing whether to say he was lazy or arrogant. For this great artist of Lovasa, the most spiritual creator in ten thousand years, perhaps he really has such capital.

"... Si Que Olivers." Su Mingan used an affirmative sentence.

"Well. You are very smart. You asked me who I am without opening your mouth." The purple-haired young man opened the book again, holding his chin with one hand, and said lazily:

"I know you have a lot of doubts now, and I will answer them one by one... But we will take an interesting approach."

"I ask you a question, and you ask me another question. Both parties can only answer 'yes', 'no' or 'I don't know', and it will continue until I lose interest. You must tell the truth throughout the process."

"So, if you want to get more information, you need to keep my interest in asking questions."

"How about it, do you want to play? Mr. Lighthouse."

"Hello, yandere." Su Mingan said.

The young man's eyebrows twitched, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Su Mingan's name.

"I see you laughing in the future, you will lose to the civilization outside the world in the future." Su Mingan said.

Si Que glanced at him and suddenly laughed, his voice like ice particles colliding:

"You are very smart. Indeed, a statement is not a question. I can't see the question mark in your sentence, so I can't ask a counter-question. But don't be clever, please ask a question."

...See the question mark? What does it mean?

Su Mingan's eyes moved.

"Do you want sugar cubes? This is my dream, you can drink anything you want." Si Que put down his hand that was supporting his chin with condescending manner, put his five fingers together, and pointed to the exquisite dishes on the table. Even so, his eyes were still fixed on the book in his hand.

...This person actually reads books in his dreams.

Su Mingan felt the love of this great artist. Only with enthusiasm can you write spiritual words.

"Anything is fine?" Su Mingan asked.

"Anything is fine." Si Que's red eyes turned up.

"Coriander, watercress, strawberry, banana, cabbage and meat soup." Su Mingan said.

Si Que snapped his fingers, and a cup of such a strange drink appeared in front of Su Mingan.

...It seems that this is indeed Si Que's dream. Such a strange drink cannot be prepared in advance.

After a brief trial, Su Mingan clasped his hands together and placed them on the table.

Si Que seemed to have sensed something and glanced at Su Mingan. When their eyes met, the laziness in his golden eyes seemed to be a little more lively.