The wind was raging, the murderous aura was all over the sky, everything was shattered in this tragic fight, only Sun Suhe was the conspicuous outlier among them, he stood quietly, standing in the small space that was deliberately protected, he was a bystander from the outside, but ironically he had to be a participant in the battle between victory and defeat.

Sun Suhe's face couldn't be worse, seeing that now, although he is just a layman who doesn't know anything, it can be seen that Mr. Hua has the upper hand, and the defeat of Hanabi seems to be only a matter of time.

And at the moment of the end of this battle, he will also succumb to his fate. It's over, it's all over, thinking about the countermeasures, struggling with all your might, everything looks so ridiculous. Despair, fear, sorrow, resentment...... Countless negative emotions poured like seawater, rushing in, completely submerging Sun Suhe. The body trembled incessantly, and tears burst out uncontrollably.

"Do you remember the plot of the movie The Matrix?"

"Blue pill, red pill, you, what will you choose?"

"If I really face this choice, I'm afraid that the final choice will be the red pill. ”

"Guess that's what I am. It doesn't matter what risks and benefits he has, he would rather die for a lifetime than survive. ”

"The country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change. ”

The conversation with Alice when they first met lingered in my heart like ridicule for some reason, is it really me? Can I do it? Self-righteous arrogance is just a joke after all? The corners of Sun Suhe's mouth escaped a wry smile that was more ugly than crying. Now this desperate stupidity is ridiculous.

He put away the grass and closed his eyes, he didn't want to look at the battle that declared his sad fate, ridiculous or stupid, at this moment, he just wanted to ask what was the real self.

Just like when sharing Alice's thoughts, Sun Suhe is both a spectator and himself, and Sun Suhe follows that experience, examining each of his different emotions from the perspective of a spectator in the darkness of his eyes closed. Why am I despairing, why am I afraid, why am I sad, and why am I resentful......

The increasingly rapid roar in his ears seemed to have disappeared, and the violent vibrations that came from time to time under his feet seemed to have disappeared, did they disappear or did they forget? Sun Suhe didn't know, and he didn't want to know. He kept questioning every trace of his thoughts.

Maybe a long, long time later, or maybe just a moment, in a trance, Sun Suhe saw a swamp filled with blood mist, black blood, rotten flesh, broken bones, disgusting bloody gas, and intermittent wailing, cursing, and crying.

Sun Suhe looked at this hellish scene blankly. Where is this? Who am I?" he looked up, and in the middle of the swamp stood a vague figure. Sun Suhe wanted to get closer to see, but the farther he went, he couldn't see clearly. He paused to take a closer look, and the figure seemed to be transformed into a long sword full of filth.

Sword?Sun Suhe seemed to grasp a subtle and indescribable feeling between intentional and unintentional. The figure, which had always been blurry, suddenly became close and clear.

Sun Suhe looked at his appearance and asked softly, "Who are you?"

The figure also asked, "Who are you?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had discovered the first flower bud that broke through the slaughter in the cold of spring, and they felt extremely satisfied and wonderful in their hearts. Sun Suhe stretched out his hand to wipe away a smear of blood from his face.

"It turned out to be me. Sun Suhe said with a smile.

"It turned out to be me. He smiled as well.

All the illusions disappeared violently, and Sun Suhe felt an unprecedented tranquility. He still had his eyes closed, and he didn't urge Niancao, but he had never grasped the situation on the battlefield in such detail as he did now.

Whether it is Mr. Painting or Fireworks or Fireworks, Sun Suhe can see every movement of them clearly, and even their hearts are vaguely heard, but they can't really hear it after all. Not by sight, not by hearing, not by any kind of sense. With his heart initiation, Sun Suhe is like a pool of clear and transparent water at this moment, reflecting inside and outside without omission.

This situation has also occurred when Du Fuxian was forced to a desperate situation before, but it is not as clear as it is now, I thought it was an illusion of dying, but it really existed. Sun Suhe knew in his heart that the situation of despair had not changed in the slightest, and ironically, he could now see more clearly how he was pushed to take a big step towards a fatalistic death.

Is there really no way to do it other than pray for a "miracle" that the more you want it, the less it will happen? No, since I can see it clearly, there is another way. My grandson Suhe is the only variable in this battle. It's just that this method will be a bet of life and death, and the probability of success is not far from the probability of a miracle.

How to choose? Do you enjoy this last period of freedom and quietly pray that fireworks can create miracles? Or do you fight to die on the spot and gamble on this desperate fight? The answer is already known, I would rather die than survive!

Sun Suhe pressed his hands to the magic book on his chest, and his mind gathered in an empty place in the air in front of him, and that was it! There was no trace of hesitation in his heart.

Sun Suhe's every move naturally could not escape Mr. Painting's perception. Mr. Hua smiled secretly in his heart, is it that trick "Blossoming" again? Heh, isn't this helping me?

A battle like this is not something that a layman like Sun Suhe can meddle in rashly, even if he does some small tricks, he can't threaten Mr. Hua at all, but it is very likely to be used by Mr. Hua, so that Hanabi, who is already at a disadvantage, will fall into greater danger. In the face of absolute strength, no matter how tragic the dying struggle is, it is just a joke of using the mantis arm as a car. It's time to end it, "fighting"? So what!

"Ye Mao. Sun Suhe recited a mantra silently in his heart.

Pieces of golden leaves appeared out of thin air, instantly forming a temporary barrier behind Sun Suhe, adding a layer of protection that was better than nothing.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed, Sun Suhe calmly feels every movement of Mr. Draw and Hanaby on the battlefield, every attack and defense. He was waiting for the most opportune moment, he was going to gamble, he was going to make the craziest bets, but he was not a gambler who had lost his mind, on the contrary, he was now the most dispassionate bystander.

After what seemed to be a century of waiting, the moment that Sun Suhe had been looking forward to finally appeared.

"Blossom!" he shouted.

The water vapor in the air gathered sharply in an intermittent moment, forming a small transparent flower bone. Then the water vapor vaporized and expanded, and exploded violently. The moment the flowers bloom, they soared. The huge impact was not directed towards the position in the air that Sun Suyi had long identified, but in the opposite direction.

Sun Suhe's body was violently rushed away by the reaction force, with the most cruel taste of death and the strongest will to survive, and resolutely crashed into the battle group in the fierce battle.