"Go on."

Mu Yan replied coldly.

"Thank you for your forgiveness." Xia Mu bowed slightly. "Remember what I just said, 'You can talk about things in the game, but not much,' so once this character is created, what happens next is none of your business.

"Because, that is Xia Mu's glorious life, and it has nothing to do with you and a waste person who can only lie in bed."

"Hahaha...... No, no, I can't laugh anymore......"

Mu Yan held the game warehouse and laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, his hands kept swaying, as if to ask for mercy.

It took a long time for him to stop laughing and rub his sour cheeks.

"Very good, if you are a trace of negative emotions, or a nightmarish soul body fabricated by my negative consciousness, then you are definitely very qualified, and even have a little more comedian potential, at least I can't tell brazen jokes like you and still be able to keep a straight face, right, just like now, with a perfect, polite smile, this 'aristocratic etiquette' level should be full, right?"

"It's 20, you and I know it well."

"But," Mu Yan said with a smile, "But if you pretend to be a nightmare or something, you have to abide by the Basic Law, right?" Since I call myself a legendary scholar, I have to look like a legendary scholar, am I usually the kind of begging to fight? ”

He paused suddenly, then looked at the other man carefully.

"Maybe it is." After complaining about himself, he then said seriously: "However, scholars, as practitioners of civilization and disseminators of the flame of hope, integrate knowledge into blood, muscles, and bones, rather than turning into fangs and claws. Would a scholar let out such a savage, almost beastly roar from his fellow sapient beings? Or are you just using loud slander to disguise your hypocritical heart?

"Unknown gentleman who claims to be a legendary scholar, but in fact doesn't know what it is, is greedy for the elegant art of naming names, and dares to bark wildly just by stealing part of my memory, please answer me."

"It's worthy of Mr. Mu Yan, your arrogant appearance really has my charm."

"It's so ignorant, how can you say that a father is like a son?" Mu Yan said with a smile: "Take a million steps back, even if you are Xia Mu, I am also your creator, this sentence doesn't make sense." ”

Xia Mu couldn't help but laugh the same, he had only used this vulgar metaphor, and to some extent, the two of them really had a terrible tacit understanding.

"So can you explain to me the word 'nightmare'? Mr. Mu Yan. ”

"Legendary scholars can't solve such a simple question?" He asked rhetorically.

"If you understand that I am a 'nightmare', how can you doubt my identity?" Xia Mu raised his hand, and a curtain of light appeared in the air, which was the scene of him sitting quietly in the empty campus in the last hour before the end of "Dusk Era".

To your above question, my answer is: the real thief is not me, but yourself.

"Since 'nightmares' are fears and terrible experiences, can Mr. Mu Yan explain why you would make such a puzzling act when your consciousness is in the driver's seat of this body?

"As I said, Mu Yan is just a waste person, the creator of the character, and the temporary controller. His heart was filled with fear and confusion, and he was more afraid of loss than anyone else. ”

Xia Mu stared at him with a hint of mockery on his face and said:

"Do you think it's true that Alduin's 'Song of Twilight' wasn't deciphered and stayed until the last second before the shutdown? Don't lie to yourself, Mr. Mu Yan, you are worried about whether you can continue to shine as brightly as you do now, you are just worried that the knowledge and glory you have accumulated over the past six years will pass away with the huge server, you are just worried that you will no longer be the focus of attention, after bathing in the mountains and tsunami of applause, you are not satisfied with the ward full of the smell of disinfectant water and the window that can only see a small square sky, you are no longer willing to be a waste, but you can't do anything about it, I had to pay tribute to it in my own way.

"So you stayed until the last second before the shutdown, expecting it to be just an official joke, expecting Lokan to live forever, and even expecting yourself to become a real 'Shamu'.

"Mr. Mu Yan, who claims to be a legendary scholar, but is actually just a wasted person, covets every inch of knowledge I have gained, and just uses stolen wisdom to deceive flowers and applause, please answer my question, now, who is the thief?"

These words were like a slap in the face, slapped Mu Yan's face, but he didn't even have room to refute.

The other party was right, that was the fundamental reason why he stayed until the last second before the shutdown, the negative emotions he hid deep in his heart and never mentioned to anyone. Since the other party is likely to be the embodiment of the so-called "fear", then generally speaking, this kind of thing is the more fearful and powerful, absorbing all the negative energy of the recipient to enhance himself, so at this time he can not refute, and refuting means denying himself, which means more negative energy.

If a person doesn't even approve of himself, then what confidence does he have at all?

So at this time, it is the best behavior to admit and let the negative energy that has been suppressed by trying to dissipate.

However, the other party seems unwilling to give him this chance.

"Mr. Mu Yan, are you thinking that it would be good as long as you generously admit it?

What the? Mu Yan was shocked, and his originally clear thoughts were disturbed.

"Have you ever wondered if it's too little for you to admit this fear?"

As he spoke, Xia Mu suddenly stretched out his hand from his wide sleeved robe, and his originally illusory palm gradually became solid.

"You've never let me down when it comes to disappointing people, Mr. Mu Yan."

Although the other party's tone was full of ridicule and mockery, Mu Yan actually heard a bit of hatred for iron and steel.

Who the hell is this guy? Shouldn't he be happy at this time?

Just as he hesitated, the other party spoke again.

"Since you understand me as 'fear' and 'nightmare', have you ever wondered what you are really afraid of?"

Mu Yan still didn't answer, he tried his best not to think about those helpless and desperate moments, and tried his best to remember the beauty that shone like gold.

But all those good things come from "Twilight Era", as soon as he mentions this game, when he thinks of being a scholar, his thinking can't help but be deviated, thinking of the day of the shutdown, and thinking that he will not go offline until the last second......

In this chaotic situation, the other party is like a noisy fly making an disgusting sound in his ears.

"You have lived so humbly that you have hated the world......"

"You hate your parents, you hate that they gave you a mutilated body, but they didn't give you an equally mutilated brain, you hate your own incompetence, you have a clear consciousness and you want to rot in a hospital bed......"

"Enough!" Mu Yanteng stood up.

However, Xia Mu had no intention of stopping.

"So, when you see a glimmer of light, you are more urgent than anyone else, and yet...... Think about the day when that advertisement flashed by, but finally came up with a sky-high price, do you remember? ”

"I'll tell you to stop!"

When the scar in his heart was ruthlessly revealed, he could no longer suppress his anger and exhaled a punch at the opponent in his most disdainful fighting style.

Xia Mu didn't dodge, he was punched by him, and his body almost fell, but he stubbornly stood up.

He had half a swollen face, but on his face was a victor's smile.

"Now, who is the practitioner of civilization? Who is the savage beast? Who is the dirty thief? ”