After being with Lin Xiyu for so long, Qin Zheng gradually found a pattern.

He's very good at finding patterns.

When a woman is angry and says something you don't understand, it must be really angry.

For reason has been burned out by the flames of wrath.

But when a woman asks you what you did wrong, reason has gradually returned.

It's not so much a question, it's more about waiting to see a good show.

Wait and say, "I knew you didn't know." ”

But Lin Wangyue never played cards according to the routine, she looked at Qin Zheng's confused face, and blurted out almost instinctively, "I'm sorry." ”

On the front foot, Qin Zheng said these three words.

On the hind foot, she repeated these three words herself.

The two were silent.

First sorrow, then pain.

Despair, what kind of mood will it be?

Most people who haven't experienced it don't know that Qin Zheng has seen despair many times.

Swallow watched her father fall in a pool of blood and cried in despair until she lost her voice.

Fang Chading became an orphan, gave up the ancestral tea shop, and left with despair.

Kneeling in front of Cai Niang, who was about to turn into ashes, her face was full of lovelessness, which was called despair.

A girl is in a game world, desperately waiting for the end of the world.

But he had never seen despair to the end, because hope was always timely.

Chen Lang is the hope of the swallow, the knee-lifting sword is the hope of Fang Chading, and the wind chime is the hope of the wind and waves.

Qin Zheng is a certain girl, and at the same time, she is also the hope of the entire game space.

"What is your hope?"

"Me?"

Lin Wangyue looked at Qin Zheng steadily, "I just need to kill despair, I don't need any hope." ”

It turns out that this is the root of the problem.

Hope is not born, despair is not extinguished, Qin Zheng knew very early on that Lin Wangyue was a person who lived with the will to die.

He suddenly remembered a place, and in the circle just now, he saw a very familiar place in Lin Wangyue's memory.

"Follow me. ”

This time, Qin Zheng walked ahead.

Lin Wangyue followed behind.

The fake Lin Xiaoshan, Lin Xiaoshan, who was slapped hundreds of times by Lin Wangyue, also followed.

In the market of Nuoda, people come and go, but it only looks very lively, because there is no sound in the mouths of those people who open and close.

Lin Wangyue never paid attention to what people who had nothing to do with her were saying, and naturally there were no voices in her memory.

There was only one place, the wave of applause, intermittently sounded, accompanied by hearty laughter.

It was a theater.

Lin Wangyue was there, played herself, and the real night girl acted in a fake night girl play.

It's obviously a night girl who has done bad things, and it's obviously a night girl who killed someone, so she stood there, but the people in the audience looked at her not in fear, but with a smile.

Lin Wangyue was a little resistant to entering this place, her face was flushed, like an apple.

Qin Zheng suddenly found that the little young Lin Wangyue suddenly became tall and an adult in front of the door of the theater.

She hesitated, squirmed, and was shy like a big girl.

No, she's a big girl.

"Scared?"

The red cloud on the eldest girl's face receded, she gave him a cold look, and walked in without looking back.

The huge and heavy thousand-foot rubbed past the tip of Qin Zheng's nose.

Qin Zheng touched his nose, followed, followed all the way to the backstage of the theater, and then walked to the stage.

Lin Xiaoshan, who had been slapped hundreds of times, also followed onto the stage.

Despair is always haunted.

The audience was full, and at this time it was quiet, and the faces were hidden in the dark, blurred and invisible.

"Scared?"

Qin Zheng found that these two words are quite easy to use.

Lin Wangyue glared at him hatefully, walked past him, and walked to Lin Xiaoshan's side.

Then dragged Lin Xiaoshan to the center of the stage, it was a violent beating, and hundreds of slaps.

There may be more than a few hundred.

The audience erupted in thunderous applause and cheers, like the end of a big show.

Qin Zheng took a step back without a trace, he was afraid.

I vaguely remember that this big girl hated Lin Xiaoshan first, and then ...... It's him who hates him.

"When this battle is over, let's go back and open a theater. ”

Lin Wangyue's shadowless palm paused and looked under the lookout.

"Not interested. ”

"I'll keep coming to see it, with a group of people, and don't be afraid of no audience. ”

Lin Wangyue rolled Qin Zheng's eyes, "I'm not interested." ”

"Scared?"

“……”

A light flashed in Lin Wangyue's eyes, and there seemed to be a smile in the corner of her eyes, but her tone was still disdainful, "Busy, no time." ”

"After the war, there is nothing to be busy with, it will be over. ”

Qin Zheng paused and added three more words, "I promise." ”

He felt that it was definitely a good thing that Lin Wangyue could have a hobby, and besides killing people, she could also have other things in her heart, which was probably hope.

So he was very persistent.

Lin Wangyue threw Lin Xiaoshan to the audience casually, his body like a kite with a broken string.

She actually doesn't like acting, she doesn't like to show up, she doesn't like crowded places, and she doesn't like others to judge her.

But she nodded anyway.

The moment Lin Xiaoshan's body fell, it slammed and turned into a bubble.

The entire theater began to distort, and the next moment, Li Xinrui's confused face appeared in front of his eyes.

"I want the best location. ”

"Okay. ”

"I want the tallest building. ”

"Okay. ”

"I don't pay. ”

"Okay. ”

……

Li Xinrui was even more confused, and it wasn't until Qin Zheng explained that she knew that Lin Wangyue was going back to the floating fortress to open a theater.

Li Xinrui was very happy, she smiled and took Lin Wangyue's hand, saying that she must go every day, she used to be lonely and bored for too long, so she likes to watch dramas.

……

Coco, Feng Ling'er, and Xiao Baozi also came to their senses after a while, and the three of them were silent, not knowing what they had experienced.

However, that strange dead air ball is also gone.

According to Li Xinrui, that thing was wiped out by Lin Wangyue in the world of consciousness.

Qin Zheng thought of Lin Xiaoshan, who had been slapped countless times, and felt reasonable.

However, there is a question, that is, where does this dead air come from?

At this moment, a loud bang resounded through the sky, and a tremor that almost tore the earth apart followed.

Someone fought.

The battle is quite big.

Then, a huge cloud of black smoke shot into the sky and dispersed in all directions.

At the same time, there is also the strong aura of death.

It was a terrifying aura that was more powerful than the dead qi just now.

Qin Zheng frowned, he knew that someone would not completely follow the rules of the game.

But he didn't expect that this game was about to end sooner than he imagined.

Not surprisingly, the man around him who had just woken up from despair was once again dragged into the abyss of consciousness.

However, there is one more person who is sober than just now, and that is Lin Wangyue.

At this moment, Qin Zheng couldn't care about so much.

He took the people around him and disappeared where he was.

(End of chapter)