Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

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It feels like someone is pressing your head into the most advanced supersonic turbine drum washing machine and rolling it up and down, left and right, left and right, back and forth for seventy-nine times.

Obviously, this so-called life simulator system is neither humanistic nor caring.

Until a dazzling white light seemed to blind An Ming's eyes, and he seemed to see a figure flashing and disappearing in a trance.

"......"

An Ming heard nothing, and the next moment the scenery in front of him suddenly became clear, and a rotten and dilapidated smell rushed into his nose.

[At the age of one, you were born in the Sky Empire-Gramer Republic. Under the dim light, you could only see the complicated eyes of your father and mother. At that time, you did not know the meaning of those eyes. It was not until a long time later that you knew that it was sadness and despair]

Not having lived may be the best future.

Gramer has no future.

Everyone knows clearly that the children here have never had a future. They will be used as the "fuel" for the empire to move forward until they are crushed to pieces.

Your mother holds you weakly and looks at you with gentle eyes, "Live on."

You hear crying and the warmth in your arms gradually disappearing.

You see your father holding your mother's hand tightly, and time seems to be frozen at this moment.

The world is cruel.

There are lives that are born, and there are lives that wither.

[When you were two years old, you were always alone at home. Your father became silent after your mother died. Although there was not much food at home, you could eat every meal.]

"Anlina... I'm sorry."

"I miss you so much."

The man brushed past the photo frame, and his upright figure was a little fragile at this moment.

Although the man was not at home most of the time, he still tried hard to teach you to read and study, as if doing so could make him feel better.

[At the age of three, you showed wisdom far beyond your peers. Your father's poor but simple love made your life fulfilling every day. You read all the few books in the house.]

That day, your father was drunk, which was rare. He came home drunk with a yellowed flyer. He hugged you tightly and wanted to say something, but fell asleep.

But you also knew what your father wanted to say.

For the first time in the middle of the night, the lifeless street outside the house was lit, and an excited voice sounded in the loudspeaker-

"Long live the Gramer Empire! Long live the Queen!"

You got the answer from the newspaper. The breeding was doomed under the hammer of the Amber King, and the insect plague in the universe was finally stopped. The nightmare that seemed to never wake up suddenly disappeared.

People rushed to the streets. Since the shadow of the insect plague covered the universe, they have never felt such bright hope.

That day, the people of Gramer fantasized about a better tomorrow. They firmly believed that Gramer had a future.

[At the age of four, you often held a book and lay by the window waiting for your father's return. As a knight of the royal court, your father came home less and less frequently. At the same time, you could feel the chill in the air. Under your father's supervision, you began to practice royal court swordsmanship.]

The newspaper next to you published the latest notice from the ruling council and the royal court. "Please reduce the number of outings in the near future." There was no reason, just a cold notice.

There were fewer and fewer news from the border of the empire, and each announcement was a short routine notice, as if nothing had changed.

The collapse of food prices and the increasingly silent streets were all foreshadowing the arrival of the truth.

But no one had ever thought that the truth would be cruelly torn open in such a bloody manner, completely shattering people's fantasies.

The sky was originally gray, but on that day it turned into a black that could not be seen at the end.

After your father rushed into the room and fell to the ground, you saw that the hard armor was covered with horrible claw marks, and there were even several wounds that penetrated the armor and tore directly.

"The border has been breached..." The man gasped for air, and his sword-holding hand trembled so violently for the first time. What a desperate scene it was - it was a dead silence with no future to be seen.

The star field protection network system that the empire was proud of collapsed completely when it could not even support one system under the violent swarm of insects. In the face of absolute numbers, even the strongest fortresses would be torn into pieces.

The overwhelming swarm of insects completely tore apart Gramer's future. Death surged like a wave. The death of [breeding] made the swarm of insects go berserk. They would tear apart all living things in sight.

Gramer had no future. The best future was to have never lived, so that he would not have to experience this despair that was more terrifying than death.

The sound of flesh being torn came from the street outside the house. Ordinary people who had no time to escape wereThey were so small in front of the insect swarm, and the clean streets were dyed red with blood.

You wanted to help your father up from the ground, but the next moment there was a violent roar, and the door seemed extremely fragile at this moment, and it was cut into pieces in just an instant.

The intense tinnitus made you freeze in place, and you saw the crimson elytra as sharp as a sickle penetrate your father's belly, and hot blood spurted out instantly.

The man pushed you away, pulled out the long sword from his waist and slashed at the stinging insect with its wings vibrating in front of him, but he could only cut a shallow white mark on the carapace.

"An Ming!"

"Stay alive!"

This is the final goodbye.

In the face of fear, his body seemed to be frozen, until he saw his father, regardless of his body being penetrated, using his whole body weight to press down on the stinging insect and thrust out one sword after another.

But in the face of absolute power, resisting with all his strength was like a joke. The man bought time for Anming to escape with his life, and his body that had collapsed long ago was finally able to rest in peace.

An Ming witnessed his father being cut in half, clutching the fruit knife tightly in his hand. His father looked at him with stern eyes, as if to say: "Run!"

It wasn't until he rolled out of the window that the man closed his eyes with peace of mind. In fact, the man had been fatally injured before returning home, but he still dragged his body to the edge to create a living future for his son.

The streets were full of ordinary people fleeing, and the cries and explosions merged into a symphony of doomsday.

If you run slowly, you will be mercilessly devoured by the swarm of insects. Human limbs are torn off everywhere. Under extreme fear, people will either completely lose the ability to move, or burst out with huge power from the bottom of their hearts.

A stinging insect seemed to notice An Ming's presence. Its elytra vibrated rapidly and swooped in. Its sharp insect spear could easily tear open a human's torso.

An Ming was forced into a narrow alley, and the end was undoubtedly a dead end.

The fruit knife in his hand was extremely cold, but the fire in his heart was getting stronger.

Insects cannot fly in narrow alleys and can only fall to the ground to approach the weak prey in front of them. This is exactly An Ming's purpose - a glimmer of hope that can only be found on the ground.

Father and mother never wanted Anming to bear a heavy fate, they just wanted him to survive.

Live!

You can’t die here yet!

An Ming gritted his teeth, and a surge of hot blood surged up in his chest, motivating his body to move forward.

The small body dodges the first attack of the stingworm, and you can even hear the sharp sound of breaking through the air above your head. If you choose the wrong step, you will end up dead.

An Ming's desperate move as if the tip of the knife was dancing gave him the only opportunity to attack. He aimed the fruit knife at the insect's pupil and thrust it in. After a brief resistance, he pushed the entire blade in.

Dark purple blood splashed across An Ming's face, and it was too late to retreat. Such an attack was far from capable of killing the stinging insects.

Sure enough...he still couldn't do anything.

An Ming did not close his eyes and wait for death, but quietly stared at the stinging insects that made strange roars, preparing for the final struggle.

The second before death fell, An Ming thought a lot. When time started flowing again - "Boom!" The exaggerated vibration swallowed up all the surrounding sounds.

under the sun.

The silver-white cavalry descended from the sky and used its body to smash the stinging insects into a ball of blurry meat paste. The whole body seemed to be coated with a dazzling light.