After Duan Mo stepped out of Ye Xing's house, he breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't dare to stop even for a moment, and directly trotted all the way back to his house, and then slammed the door shut with his backhand, finally calming down a little in his heart.

"Damn, what the hell am I afraid of......" Duan Mo was speechless about his unpromising performance, he didn't understand why he was so cowardly.

"No matter what, Ye Xing is probably my destined enemy." Duan Mo cleaned up his mood slightly, turned around and walked into the living room, and found that Doudou had already returned, and at this moment she was lying on the sofa reading comics with her feet crossed, without the tension of a big war at all.

"Ah Brother Duan Mo, you're back," Doudou saw Duan Mo, dropped the comic and looked at him with a smile, "How about the negotiation with your ex-girlfriend?" ”

Duan Mo smiled bitterly, "It's okay, no matter what, it finally brought her and Blonnya to our side." ”

"Tsk," Doudou smiled evilly, "It seems that a one-day husband and wife have a hundred days of grace or something, it's all true." ”

"Hey, hey, you can't say this kind of thing in front of a drunken dream!" Duan Mo secretly sighed that this little girl is really getting worse and worse now, "Anyway, hasn't the drunken dream come back yet?" ”

"Well, no." Doudou snuggled into the sofa again, "I'm a little worried, after all, the two of Ravtu and Wei-chan ......"

Without Doudou's explanation, Duan Mo could know what she was worried about. Although they only have a one-sided relationship with Ravtu and Wei Chan, they obviously left a deep impression on Doudou.

"Don't worry." Duan Mo obviously saw it more thoroughly than Doudou, "The person who can bully the drunken dream has not yet been born." Although Raftu and Wei-chan are better than us, they may not be able to beat drunken dreams, right? What's more, Drunken Dream is going to make peace, even if those two people are short-tempered, they won't do anything to Drunken Dream. ”

"Is that so......" Doudou still hesitated. However, while the two were talking, the drunken dream returned.

She kicked the door open, walked in angrily, and saw Duan Mo and Doudou talking in the living room, so she stomped her foot fiercely.

"I'm going to have these two people torn to pieces! I announce! Ralphtu and Wey-chan are my rivals from today onwards!! ”

This murderous speech startled both Duan Mo and Doudou, Duan Mo looked confused, and he didn't know whether to ask or not—if his wording was wrong, wouldn't he just hit the muzzle of the drunken dream?

But Duan Mo was very curious, what could make Zui Meng so angry-Zui Meng was usually a very calm person.

Doudou didn't have so many scruples as Duan Mo - anyway, no matter how angry Zuimeng was, he wouldn't get angry at Doudou - so he hurriedly asked, "Sister Zuimeng, who made you angry?" ”

Zui Meng glanced at Doudou, as if he wanted to get angry, but he couldn't be angry with Doudou, so he waved his hand at Duan Mo.

"You, come here."

"Huh?" Duan Mo stared at him with a blank expression, but he still walked over obediently.

"Die!!" Without warning, Zuimeng swung a punch and hit Duan Mo's belly directly, Duan Mo was startled, and before he could react, Zuimeng threw another punch.

Duan Mo hurriedly squatted down with his head in his hands, and met the stormy fist with his back, and after Drunken Dream hammered more than a dozen punches in a row, the anger in his heart finally subsided, clapped his palms and said, "Okay, you stand up." ”

Duan Mo dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, so he covered his face and stood up, for fear that Zuimeng would suddenly punch himself again.

"Ravtu and Wei Chan, it's just two **!" Drunken Meng cursed rarely, "At first, my negotiation with them was relatively normal, but then they wanted to know about the members of our team - when I said Duan Mo's name, those two people actually started to insult me!" ”

Duan Mo's face was black.

The more Drunken Meng spoke, the more excited he became, and the more he talked, the more aggrieved he became, and he couldn't wait to beat Duan Mo again. "I persuaded them to focus on the big picture, but they intensified it and uttered all kinds of foul language, especially the one named Ravtu! No quality at all! Squirting feces all over your mouth! Even if I am willing to accompany them, they can consider protecting my little life! The old lady swears that she will hammer their dog's head in the final chapter mode! ”

"Don't be angry, don't be angry," Duan Mo said comfortably, "Then now it seems that it is impossible to form an alliance with Ravtu and Wei Jiang." But it doesn't matter, anyway, Qiao Xiu and Nansi are already on the same front as us, and Ye Xing and Blona's strength is not inferior to Ralphtu and Wei Jiang at all. In this way, this finale mode, we are nine out of ten. ”

Doudou also nodded: "Yes, the only enemies we need to be afraid of at the moment are Ravtuvi sauce and Eva Vali...... As long as you don't fight them to the death, you still have a good chance of surviving. ”

Drunken Meng's mood gradually stabilized, and she turned her head to look at Duan Mo, "Your ex-girlfriend agreed to help us?" ”

"Can't you call her Ye Xing?!" Duan Mo always felt that Drunken Meng's tone was a little yin and yang, "However, they did agree." ”

"Okay, okay, it looks like we've paid off today." Drunken Dream finally felt a little more energetic, "How long is it until the new model starts?" ”

Duan Mo raised his hand and glanced at the time, and was shocked to realize that it was already night. "According to the time notified by the system email, there are still eight hours."

Drunken Dream sighed, "Well, let's have a good rest." There is very little we can do, it depends on tomorrow's improvisation. ”

"Adaptation...... Duan Mo muttered, "It's easier said than done......

——

Early the next morning.

Duan Mo was unusual, he woke up as soon as it was dawn, and came to the living room, only to find that Doudou and Drunken Dream had gotten up earlier than him.

The two girls walked back and forth in the living room, but no one spoke, and no one could easily feel the anxious atmosphere.

"There's another full hour, what are you sitting here for?" Duan Mo tried his best to break the strange silence, "Are you all rested?" ”

Zuimeng raised her head and glanced at Duan Mo, didn't bother to pay attention to his nonsense, and continued to pace with her head down, even gnawing her fingers - this was a sign of her extreme uneasiness.

Doudou didn't seem to be in the mood to speak, but he still reluctantly smiled at Duan Mo, but his laughter became a little hoarse because he was too nervous, and the voice of a girl was completely different from the clear voice of a girl on weekdays.

"Don't do this......" Duan Mo not only failed to eliminate the anxiety in the air, but also became nervous. In any case, it is the last battle, and even if you really die in battle, you will be considered to have an explanation for yourself. ”

But when he said this, Duan Mo became even more nervous - after all, if he really died at such a time, it would be too aggrieved! After experiencing so many cycles of life and death, isn't it just to live?

But - what if it really fails? With a nearly 1% chance of survival, why did it fall on him Duan Mo?

What if he survives and Drunken Dream or Doudou dies?

What if he wants to compete with Drunken Dream Doudou for a place to survive?

It seemed that Duan Mo couldn't accept either ending, he kept taking deep breaths and walked to the courtyard outside, trying to calm himself down.

Duan Mo hadn't been so scared for a long time, he had thought that his heart had become numb in victory after victory, but now he realized that the fear of death had never left him, and the sword of Damocles above his head was still shaking.

The old tree in the yard was still swaying in the breeze, Duan Mo walked over slowly, and lay on the lawn for the last time. He has spent countless quiet afternoons like this, he has been lying here and scolding Yuan Zhi Chunxia across the wall, and he has also had a long talk with Li Xiaobai Ruoyi and even Eva Liuye, but all the memories will come to an end in today's battle.

He looked at the sky through the gaps in the leaves, and the early morning wind carried a hint of coolness.

Destiny, Destiny, what decision will you make in the end?

Do you want the seeds to survive, or do you want Eva Wali to be the last winner?

Or leave everything to the players and let them fight it out on their own?

With Duan Mo's cranky thoughts, time passed minute by minute. The streets outside were deserted, and probably all the players were at home waiting for the match to start.

When the finale mode ends, will this world disappear completely? No one will remember what happened here, even if there was a river of blood and corpses all over the field, even if the player killed their companions in order to survive for a few days, even if ......

But in the end, the world inevitably came to an end. Knowing that there was a meat grinder in front of him, he was still involuntarily pushed forward.

"When did I become so pretentious?" Duan Mo laughed at himself, picked up a leaf from the grass and stuffed it into his mouth, intending to close his eyes and recuperate, and then start a massacre.

In order to survive.

It's just that Duan Mo just stuffed the blade of grass into his mouth, and suddenly a strange palpitation feeling came up, as if his heart was pinched fiercely.

"Huh?" He frowned, staring blankly ahead, as if to find the source of this feeling, and then, out of the corner of his eye, caught a glimpse of the half of the blade of grass in his hand.

What had been a verdant blade of grass was now a painting—its outlines and textures turning into drab red lines, while the surface of the leaves turned blue—as if someone had drawn a blade of grass on carbon paper with a red pen.

"What is this...... Duan Mo was startled, and quickly threw away the leaf in his hand, but a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have seen this kind of scene somewhere.

Slow down......

Duan Mo leaned over and picked up the leaf again, and after looking at it for a moment, he screamed violently.