First Player

Chapter 393 Chapter 391 · "Because of your sword, your will, your bond, and your homeland."

The dark sky and the snow-covered earth gradually merged together as if they were melting into each other.

Su Lin stretched out her hand.

The stagnant light evenly sprinkled his face, like a blue sky road.

His movements were slow but firm. When he drew the drawing of the airship, his hand holding the pen was also so steady.

Under Michael's trembling eyes, he put his palm against Michael's forehead.

Michael felt that the teacher should not have ended like this.

In the warm wind of spring, on the land illuminated by stars... The teacher should die in the admiration of everyone. He should have the right to like whomever he likes, and the right to continue living on this land that he saved. Instead of dying here, in the cold winter, in this remote and deserted alley, among people's ignorance, dying silently.

...He just came down from Yunshang City alone.

... He should have been welcomed by the residents and held a grand celebration banquet, instead of choosing to die so suddenly, alone, and in front of only one person.

He is obviously a hero.

A choking sound couldn't help but escape from Michael's throat.

"I can no longer bear the malice of this sea monster soul." Su Lin's hand stopped on Michael's forehead: "——No need to say this anymore, just kill me. If I don't die, I will only be killed by this sea monster soul. His malice transformed him into a terrible ruler."

"..."

"I'm sorry, Michael, I will erase you today and reduce you to a container of 'eternal life'." Su Lin said: "I will instill my earliest memories into you, and you will become the first and most beautiful person." When I was young...do you understand what you are going to do?"

"Yes, teacher, I volunteer... When I can't bear this malice, I will find the next person and let him kill me and inherit everything from me."

Su Lin smiled.

His smile was a little tired, and bloodshot eyes were swollen. He turned his head and took another look at his familiar homeland.

In the wind and snow, the sky cannot be seen clearly, the houses cannot be seen clearly, the royal city and the distant mountains cannot be seen clearly.

But he can still remember that looking out from here, to the left is the commercial district of Kyle Street, which has the best straw candies in the entire East District. To the right, there was a familiar barbecue restaurant, where he had dined with students studying astronomy and engineering.

To the back was the slightly higher Royal City. Behind the city wall lived the young princess who had said goodbye to him, and there were loyal Royal City knights who often patrolled that area.

Directly opposite is a horizontal canal, across which is the bluestone brick road in the southern district. A few days ago, there was a giant airship parked here, an airship in the clouds that carried the hopes of countless people and divided the boundary between life and death.

That bluestone brick road once gathered residents paying farewell.

Among the residents, there once was a girl as beautiful as an elf with thick black braids.

Among the lively farewell crowd, her beautiful eyes, like hooks, hooked his memories to her, and he could no longer move away.

And in that river that flows endlessly,

There was once a bottle of old rice wine that was covered with daisies and sinking to the bottom.

…

His vision was extremely distant and clear.

The wind and snow in front of him blocked his view, but he saw the place far away from him as if he had crossed an inaccessible land.

After boarding the airship, he inquired.

East District, Thirteenth Street, hard-working girl.

She would wash clothes by the slowly passing river in the early morning, and hang all kinds of clothes to dry at the door at noon when the sun was strongest.

Salted fish and various seafood were dried in front of her house. She would step on her wooden shoes to swim through the small puddle at the door and go to the street next door to buy glutinous rice and salt.

In the evening, she stood at the door, waiting for her parents to return from the sea. The blood-red sunset shone on her shoulders, which looked particularly beautiful.

Maybe later, she will meet someone who she loves and who also loves her. He may be a hard-working fisherman, or he may be a heroic soul hunter.

Her love will be blessed by the people around her, and she will have a family full of children and grandchildren, who will provide her with a happy life with a pair of hard-working hands.

Her stable and happy life will be the epitome of thousands of residents in Praia.

Whether young or old, poor or poor, rich or glorious.

She can be every hard-working and peace-loving resident living on this land.

The disaster will let them go, the siren will avoid it, and with the saved resources, people's lives will be stable and prosperous.

In this vast land, there will be no need for suffering and scars.

The mountain breeze stirs up the clouds and rain, the moonlight pulls the tides, and everything in Praia will continue.

And that young girl...she will grow up safely, she will get married and have children, she will grow old with her lover and spend the rest of her life with her happily.

She can be happy at every important moment in her life. Or really get through it with worry.

Her years do not have to be forced to be fixed at the youngest period. Her youth can gradually disappear as time fades, and she can fully enjoy the marks left by the years on her body.

Of course there will be people who kiss her and are willing to hold her hand and reverently express their love for each other.

Of course there will be people who love her body and soul, and of course she will enjoy a splendid and stable life for the rest of her life.

...and this is what he wants to see.

No one is born a victim.

...but he is willing to make this sacrifice.

In the heavy wind and snow,

His palm finally lit up with a blue light.

The brilliant blue siren soul emerged from his body, passing through his arms, palms, and fingers, like a blue stream, and slowly merged into Michael's forehead.

The snowflakes no longer flow, and the shadows of the trees are stagnant without wind.

In the brilliant light and shadow, the colors surging in his eyes gradually revealed a tranquility that was the same color as the white snow.

His face became older, his hair gradually turned white, and the skin on his body began to become chapped and rotten.

His body bones gradually became thinner and shriveled, and were washed out of shape by the light.

The vitality in his body faded away like ice and snow.

From the beginning to the end, Su Lin's eyes never moved. She just stared at the land in the East District quietly with an almost peaceful and gentle expression.

The wind and snow fell on his eyelashes, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Hot tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and disappeared in the fiercely burning blue fire.

In the brilliant and grand flame, no one saw this tear.

"well done."

He said.

The blood faded from his face, revealing a pair of empty eyes.

All time is frozen in it, and no one or thing he loves can move in it.

Michael, who was infused with the soul of the Siren, was already in tears.

The vitality in him is getting stronger and stronger. His blond hair was slowly dyed jet black, his facial features gradually began to twist and change, and the aura on his body rose little by little, like rising fire.

After Su Lin's hair turned gray and his body completely decayed, Michael had completely transformed into what Su Lin looked like when he was young.

...He became Su Lin.

The second generation Su Lin.

Blue and beautiful, like a sea monster created by the gods, it blended into his body, and Michael opened his eyes that had turned dark gold.

But in front of him, the original young man had turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

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["Su Lin. In order to ensure the peace of Praia in the future, important figures such as the soul hunter leader, royal nobles, royal knights, and Praia guard captain, including your brother and father... they cannot follow you. Ship, have you said goodbye to them yet?\