First Player

Chapter 8·【·Penglai Immortal Selection (Part 2)】

People stared at Su Mingan in fear and wanted to attack, but were controlled by the order and could not move.

Su Ming'an discovered that the moment commands automatically issued by this kind of game character were many times stronger than his own, and had already exceeded the level of a fifth-level Fu Zhuan master.

"Wait... wait." The old man of Qingyang Sword Sect was frozen in place, his white beard trembling.

"Don't, don't kill me..." Several Taoist girls begged in low voices, no longer as majestic as before.

"He is both a 'qualified person' and an 'alien'. With such a powerful dual identity, is there really such a person in the world..." someone murmured to himself.

"She is simply blessed by God..." The old lady from Yinshuang Academy leaned on a crested crutch, her eyes filled with hatred for Su Ming'an, the "alien", that had never dissipated.

A few seconds later, the powerful Fu Zhuan family such as Yi Zhongyu and Ye Yihong broke away from Ju Ling. Ye Yihong stood in front of Su Ming'an, cupped his hands and said, "Please stay. Once you commit murder, it will be impossible for humans to understand you. Please let go of everyone present, so that this matter can be reversed."

Su Ming'an knew what Ye Yihong said was right, but the game character didn't stop at all and passed directly past Ye Yihong.

Su Mingan raised his eyes and discovered that - in the upper left corner of his field of vision, a long red and black bar appeared from unknown time. When he moved his gaze to the strip, a line of text appeared:

[When the malice you perceive exceeds a certain limit, the body you control will be out of your control. 】

…

Su Mingan suddenly remembered——

A large amount of negative emotions will make "alien" and "abnormal" stronger!

Su Ming'an seemed to suddenly understand why he could still maintain kindness and rationality even though he was a "different species" - because he was also a "qualified person".

When the negative emotions he perceives exceed a certain limit, the characteristics of the "alien" will overwhelm the characteristics of the "qualified person".

These two identities, which are almost impossible to coexist, miraculously happened to the eldest prince. His status as a "qualified person" allowed him to maintain his kindness and rationality as a human being, allowing him to never harm anyone from beginning to end. His status as a "foreign species" puts him in danger of becoming a demon. This could have reversed the fate of mankind and become a bridge between humans and alien species - this was obviously a miraculous identity that could bring peace!

——But it was ruined by the greedy royal family.

The eldest prince restrained himself day after day from hatred, from indulging in negative emotions, and from recalling the malice of his royal relatives. He read books day after day, entertained himself on the tower, and wrote diaries to prevent himself from resenting or degenerating into a devil. He once raised a white fox. Even if the fox was killed and skinned, he would control himself not to feel hatred.

But finally.

"Ta, ta, ta."

The sound of the heels colliding with the ring was extremely clear.

The young man with black hair and high ponytail had an expressionless face. Bloody red lines gradually appeared on his originally fair face, as if there was a ferocious tentacle hidden in his body, ready to break out at any time.

The white robe was raised, and the ink bamboo seemed to be alive, rustling and dancing in the night wind.

In the upper left corner of the field of vision, a long and black bar was brewing with hot malice, almost filling the bar. On the young man's face, blood-red lines appeared bit by bit.

——In the end, it was all destroyed by human malice.

Things never would have come to this. He has endured too much malice.

He did not become a demon when his best maid was pushed down a well. When the white fox he had raised for several years was killed, he did not become a demon. When he was locked up day and night to draw blood and lived like an animal, he did not become a demon. When he was misunderstood by the people of the world and thought that the eldest prince was corrupt, he still remained calm.

He was imprisoned, ridiculed, had his blood taken, hunted, besieged, humiliated, deprived of his freedom, had his identity and status taken away by strangers, abandoned by his closest relatives, and attacked by the people he loved most... …

Until the end, no one was willing to listen to his explanation, and no one gave him a chance to refute. Even those who trusted him before would kill him, unwilling to think about the possibility of qualified people and alien species.

It was at this moment that the straw that broke the camel's back finally filled him with all the malice he had carried for decades.

In fact, just a little kindness can save him.

Just like the players in the fifth world who sent equipment to Su Ming'an... all they needed was a little kindness.

"Your Highness the First Prince!" Ye Yihong shouted: "Please be kind! Don't go any further!"

——It was only then that belated kindness tried to hold him back.

The black-haired young man with blood streaks on his face stopped and slowly turned around. The emotion in his eyes made Ye Yihong's heart twitch.

The eyes were like stagnant water, but they seemed to be filled with stars. When the candle flames flickered, little by little light appeared.

"Your Highness the First Prince!" Ye Yihong shouted again: "Please leave here! You can't commit murder!"

People looked at this scene in fear. Some people had broken free from the shackles of the order, but no one dared to take action rashly. The black-haired young man's powerful torque command just now completely shocked them.

Su Mingan felt her lips part slightly, as if she was sighing, but she seemed to have no emotion at all.

"...Be well-intentioned." He said: "Someone once said, [The world is a circle]. Every bit of malice is a bit of goodwill. This world is a struggle between good and evil in the world. I am not myself, I have no self, I am the good self, and I am the evil self.”

The second prince and others opened their eyes and watched this scene.

"Yes, I have countless kindnesses to the world." The black-haired young man said:

"——Is there anyone willing to save me?"

"If I were also a 'different species' in this world."

"——Is there anyone willing to save me?"

"Brother..." Mo Yan stepped forward immediately and wanted to speak. The black-haired young man shook his head: "You are not from this world."

Mo Yan opened his mouth and stepped back.

The black-haired young man stood still, facing all eyes. He looked at the trembling royal members on the high platform, then moved his eyes to look at the motionless martial arts figures around him, as well as the common people who were still throwing rotten eggs...

"I don't love everyone in this world." The black-haired young man said: "The kindness that surges in my heart all the time really puzzles me. I sincerely hope that the 'human' species can be happy, but you can see it alone I feel disgusted by the face of every greedy person. It really baffles me."

"If the world imposes the fate of a 'savior' on me, I will do it as a matter of course. Because I love this species, even if they always show their ugly and selfish side, I still hope they survive, because people's occasional bright spots are It will move me.”

"It's like..."

His eyes moved slightly, looking at Chao Yan standing under the shade of a tree, at Zou Yuqing next to him, and then at Mo Yan and Yi Zhongyu.

Then, an option emerged:

[Triangle pattern: "Just like you, Chaoyan. I am always moved by your tolerance and kindness to others.\