A person, a jar of wine, a wine glass in his hand, the wine in the glass swayed, waving in circles. Yun Ting raised his head and looked at the night in the distance, and the fire in the night.

If Luoyang City is different from other places, then it lies in the lights and nights. Looking around, you can see that the bright firelight in Luoyang City will not make people feel lonely, and it is also a prosperous scene.

The injuries on his body are not yet healed, and in terms of Yun Ting's current physical fitness, the recovery speed is quite fast, but it is also due to the fact that he has not been injured much in the previous battle. The most important thing is that for the damage to the spirit, with Yun Ting's ability before, he could use the human escape technique nearly twenty times, but now he feels that he can only use it twice, and his spirit will fall into failure, or even faint directly.

All of this has something to do with his resistance to the control of the Qingyu Sword, which is a confrontation at the spiritual level, the most dangerous, one wrong step, and all the games are lost. This is far more dangerous than any physical confrontation.

Alone, drinking, blowing the wind alone, let the alcohol numb himself, and make the two brains a little more chaotic, so that Yun Ting will feel a little more comfortable. In the past few days, all the time, he has been fighting with those whispers in his head, and there are countless people, countless wails appearing in his ears.

The reason why he can pretend to be casual is completely related to his psychological quality, Yun Ting will be weak, but weakness is only weak in front of himself. In front of other people, he often looks like he is in control, even if he pretends to be, but if he pretends to be, you will really feel that he is strong.

Directly picked up the wine jar and poured a few sips into his mouth, this was already considered a strong wine, but Yun Ting still didn't feel any drunkenness. Drunk, anesthetized, using alcohol to anesthetize himself, but unfortunately, the more he drank, the more sober he became.

Thinking about it carefully, in fact, from his rebirth to the present, he hasn't actually done much, and even killing a Dong Zhuo now is so difficult. If it is replaced by the protagonist of the Common Era, by now, he has already dominated the world, and he has blown up all Cao Cao.

Sometimes you can really feel lonely, lonely, especially now, when you are standing on a high place and you are in the dark. Facing the whole city, there is only one person, facing the lights of the city, the darkness of the city, you are the only one.

There was a soft sound behind him, and the sound of stepping on the tiles Yun Ting didn't look back, and he didn't need to look back, he knew who it would be, and it wouldn't be an enemy anyway.

Since there was one more Tai Shi Ci, Yun Ting didn't have a trace of fear of enemies or anything, assassinations or anything. Tai Shi Ci, a divine archer, is very sensitive to the sense of qi, and almost only needs to glance at it with a different meaning, and it will be perceived by him immediately.

Because it's the same as those killers, in fact, for shooters like him, it's all the same. Waiting, waiting for a flaw, a chance to make a move, and once they make a move, they go with the goal of killing the enemy.

How can a killer or something hide in front of a sharpshooter? In addition, every archer has a keen eye, and that kind of vision is almost incomparable to ordinary people.

After having Tai Shici, Yun Ting was extremely relieved, plus he was actually a master assassin, and so was the Oneiroi machine. Even if it is a killer Lou, Yun Ting is not afraid at all, but it will be more annoying, after all, not everyone can withstand the kind of life where you are eating, no matter what you are doing, there will be assassins to attack.

"What are you thinking?" Oneiroi sat down, squinted at the wine jar between him and Yunting, and frowned.

"Drink?" Yun Ting noticed the look in Oneiroi's eyes and asked.

"Don't drink it." Oneiroi shook his head slowly.

"I knew you wouldn't drink." Yun Ting smiled. People like Oneiroi don't drink alcohol at all, no matter what the alcohol is.

Alcohol is something that people like them will never touch, even if it is stained at all. Because alcohol will affect a person's judgment, and it will also anesthetize the nerves, so that the judgment that should be there will be a millimeter difference in the end.

Yun Ting usually doesn't drink, only now, at this time, will he choose to drink. In fact, he can not drink, and Yun Ting, who is more painful than this, has also experienced it, but it is very simple, because he wants to drink very much.

He thought, so he drank it, no matter whether the wine was good or not, whether it was bad or not, he could drink it if he wanted, it was so simple. It's like someone drinks a drink, not wanting to drink at all, not wanting to taste the taste of the wine, just wanting to drink.

"It's not good to drink." Oneiroi is just a reminder, without any other meaning. In fact, it doesn't matter if Yun Ting is drunk, it's good to have him, and if there is an enemy, he can deal with it.

"I know, I just want to drink." Yun Ting replied.

They fell into a long silence, and the night sky was black in the dark eyes of the Oneiroi machine, and there was no trace of temperature at all. In his eyes, most of what he saw was at this time, no matter whether there was a living person in front of him or something, there would be no waves in his heart.

No matter how beautiful the person is, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is the same for him. After all, no matter how beautiful it is, it is tasted with his heart, his heart is cold, and what his eyes see is everything that is cold.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing Yun Ting pouring wine one after another, Oneiroi asked out loud.

"I'm wondering why people live." Yun Ting put down the wine jar with a smile on his face.

"So profound?" The Oneiroi machine was also a little dumbfounded, why people lived, this question is too profound.

Everyone has what everyone thinks is the meaning of life, there is something they want to live for, and everyone is different. For those who don't dream of their kind, maybe they live to live freely.

The one who does not dream, for the sake of that dream of freedom. For ordinary people, this kind of thing is too ethereal, but they really live for freedom. I don't want to have any restraint at all, even if this freedom needs to be paid for with my life.

"Why don't you have anything to think about?" Oneiroi asked again.

"Just think about it." Yun Ting smiled bitterly.

Just thinking about it, he knew that it didn't make any sense. He's alive now, so he's alive, and there's no point in discussing that in the game.

"Then don't think about it." Oneiroi shook his head and didn't speak again.

He had been confused before, or rather, there were many people among the dreamers who had thought about this question. Then, some of them died, some of them were still alive.

He didn't want Yun Ting to die, Yun Ting was already a friend, and for friends, Oneiroi always didn't want to see him again.

"What are you going to do next?" Oneiroi asked, trying to get the talk of me to get away with the clouds.

"What's next?" Yun Ting was stunned for a moment, thinking of the previous means, and then thinking of everything that had been planned.

"Of course, I went according to the original plan, and I had a chance to kill Dong Zhuo." Simple answer, simple method, Yunting is so simple to be a person.

The enemy or something, death, is the best solution. Kill Dong Zhuo, then there will be no more problems, just a dead man, as soon as Dong Zhuo dies, his power will collapse.

Oneiroi took out the flying knife and threw it into the air one by one. The knife flew up, fell again, was grabbed by him again, threw it again, flew into the air again, back and forth. His entertainment has always been like this, contact with the blade again and again, that kind of coldness, can make him sober and let him not be confused by any success.

"Then I know, it's just killing." Oneiroi's fingers grazed the blade, and it was only a matter of time before the blade of the knife cut through it.

Killing people is a simple thing, for him, people are actually no different from animals. For example, if a person tramples an ant to death, will he care about how the ant feels? When he kills someone, he feels the same way as an ordinary person stepping on an ant, even if the ant is a little stronger, it is just a relatively powerful ant.

"It's too simple for you and me." Yun Ting smiled, the previous defeat had not left any shadow on him at all.

If you fail once, just keep doing it, and there will always be a time when you will succeed. Yes, it only takes one person, one fatal attack, and he dies, how simple.

Simple?

Yun Ting was suddenly stunned, yes, simple. To survive, people just need a simple reason, to live.

You don't need a reason to live, like what he's doing in the game, there's no reason to do it, just want to do it, just want to change.

Look at the firelight outside Luoyang City, the people who live in the firelight, they live for everything they cherish. He is also for everything that is rare, in fact, the power of Liangzhou, in Yun Ting's opinion, is no longer important, he is just coming to the game from the beginning, for these people he knows.

He has actually known them for a long time, whether it is with the Oneiroi machine or with Cao Cao, the characters in the game, they have not known each other for a day or two. The sum of the two lives can already be called half a life. Half a life, how long does a person have in a lifetime, how long can he live, these things, these emotions, are worthy of his cherishing.

The sorrow that appeared in my mind for no reason disappeared all at once, and it was so inexplicable. No matter who it is, no matter how powerful it is, or an ordinary person, sometimes it will be inexplicably philosophical.

Living is a very philosophical thing.

(End of chapter)