Chapter 1340 Chapter 1334 Angel Line 1 "Si Que Is Luo Vasha's Sinner."

Chapter 1340 Chapter One Thousand Three Hundred and Thirty-Four·Angel 1 Line·"Si Que is Luo Vasha's sinner."

"This is a lie."

At this time, Qi Zhou suddenly spoke up.

Seeing everyone looking at him, he stood with his arms crossed and sneered at the masked man: "Champion? The last time I saw you as a champion, you said the same thing. But now? I am still participating in the second discipleship Game, you gave me nothing.”

Su Yi looked at Qi Zhou.

This unassuming purple-haired young man is actually the champion of the first disciple game? It is extremely not easy to win the championship among the many unfavorable races in Lovasha.

No wonder Qi Zhou is so arrogant and even dares to mock Si Que's appearance. As the final winner of the first competition, he does have the confidence.

"Last time, after I won the championship, I broke the screen and saw you. As a champion, I can fulfill a wish." Qi Zhou sneered, his face flushed with sullenness: "But you said that my wish was too greedy, and you can fulfill it No! Only if I win the championship in the second session will you help me achieve it!”

"Now that I have realized it, you actually can't do anything at all! Boss Rabbit still has some skills, at least he built the framework of the Disciple game - as for you, you are just a bunch of worms!"

The man wearing bear ears said in a bad tone: "Moths? You should call us respectable investors. If it weren't for us, how would Boss Rabbit have enough resources to build the Disciple Game?"

Qi Zhou said coldly: "So when the disciple game is started and has a large scale, and it can bring more benefits to capitalists like you, you will kill the people who are serious about playing the game! If you want to rise to power, take advantage of the gambling game, Earn more benefits for you through betting, live streaming, etc.”

When Su Yi heard this, he almost understood the situation.

——The conflict between a passionate game producer and a profit-seeking investor.

…

["Girl! I want to collect the good stories in the world and reproduce them into a game. This game is independent of Rovasha. I named it 'Disciple Game'." Boss Rabbit twisted around: "I I think the story you wrote about the Floating City in the Sun is very good! I want to include it in my game as a second copy.”]

[Siyi said: "Why did you make this game?"]

[Boss Rabbit twisted his skirt and said coyly: "If people want to pirate games, kill the genuine ones! The genuine games are a big bad thing, and they won't allow them to exist!"]

…

Boss Rabbit was the original game producer. Her dream has always been to kill the genuine world game.

However, she alone was not enough. Later, Rovasha's higher races sensed business opportunities and became her investors. As a price, these investors began to criticize her game, give advice on the script, and make extensive adaptations, changing the good story beyond recognition.

Boss Rabbit also accepted it, after all, people have to eat properly. At least with the funds, she has the possibility to realize her dream.

However, she misjudged the desires of investors.

The investors intensified their efforts, opened underground gambling bureaus, secretly broadcast live broadcasts to the higher races, and treated the lives of public contestants as exciting dramas to earn live broadcast fees and betting fees.

When the time is right, he will burn the bridge across the river and replace Boss Rabbit.

After the second level of the Disciple game, Boss Rabbit disappeared, and no one cared where she rotted. She was replaced by Boss Cat. But after the death of Boss Cat, maybe there will be Boss Dog, Boss Fox, and Boss Bear in the future...

Desire never ends.

In the face of interests, dreams are just numbers to be measured. It is not valuable and has no equal value.

Creators like Boss Rabbit did not wake up until the end.

Or maybe, she wakes up and realizes it, but she won't change it.

It's too late.

"Si Que actually acquiesces to the existence of you moths." Su Yi said coldly.

"Olivis? What kind of good person do you think he is?" The Luer man laughed: "He is just a complicit person! Do you really think he is some kind of noble and arrogant great artist? Let me tell you! A truly noble and noble artist Artists have long since starved to death! Without connections, resources, platform, and promotion, you creators are nothing! No matter how good your writing is, what kind of trash are you?"

The bloody truth is revealed in front of our eyes.

Su Ming'an's knowledge was still slightly limited to the student's experience. He always believed that Luowasha's world view was very romantic, and that as long as the creator was talented, he could change his own destiny.

But how can it be so idealistic? Reality is never a fairy tale.

He only saw the successful ones, not the "majority" who were mediocre. Just like in the art circle, without letters of recommendation from masters, support from mentors, and resources from exhibition halls, who will support you?

Rovasa's romantic filter was shattered, and the truth and reality were nakedly reconstructed before his eyes.

Lin Hejin is an ambitious man, but because he questioned Si Que, he was bullied online. No force will accept him.

Ran Bo's lifelong efforts are no match for a single revision by authority.

Qi Zhou became the first champion and tried to change his destiny, but now he is still struggling in the second round and is still the talking point of the superiors.

And Si Que...

"Su Liujin, I know you, the precious lighthouse jellyfish. In our eyes, your existence is more valuable than the entire disciple game." The tiger-eared man stared at Su Ming'an greedily.

Su 1 remained calm, the space barrier had quietly unfolded, surrounding the banquet hall, ready to close the door and beat the dog.

The tiger-eared man wanted to persuade him to give up the dark and join the light, and threw him a piece of drama memory lens: "Here. This is Si Que's experience when he was young. Look at what he did. Think about it again, whether to stand on his side."

...Si Que's experience? That must be seen.

Su 1 cautiously propped up the space barrier and touched the drama memory lens.

...

"——Si Que! Why did you kill so many people! Do you want to become a god through killing!?" Someone asked.

This is a very short drama memory lens.

Si Que stood in the rain expressionlessly, holding a notebook in his hand. Most of the names on the notebook were crossed out by him, all of them were dead.

His pen killed these people.

He was wearing a white robe, his facial features were still immature, and he was about nineteen years old. It was not long since the last scene of him joining the Church in the drama memory lens. I don't know what happened during this period, and it has developed to this scene today.

The crowd was extremely excited and surrounded him, insisting on an answer.

However, he was expressionless and silent.

People's patience was gradually worn out, and the first person who approached appeared. It was a girl, who rushed towards him with her teeth and claws bared:

"--My parents are dead, I want you to pay with your lives!!!"

A blood mark appeared on Si Que's face, and he felt a tearing pain. He wanted to retreat, but there were people crowded behind him.

Big hands pushed and shoved, and people's emotions became angry and stagnant. More and more people took action. They wanted to find a channel to vent their anger. And Si Que, who could not give a reason, was the best channel.

"He killed so many people! The ink is still on his hands, kill him!" Someone screamed.

"No, he can't die. The World Tree favors him, but it won't protect him all the time. We just need to keep him alive!"

"To prevent him from continuing to harm people, we need to cut off his hands and feet, blind his eyes, and not allow him to continue writing those words that harm people - the tragedies he wrote before have all come true!!!"

"He can't explain! He did it on purpose! He can't give a reasonable excuse!"

Si Que is the sinner of Luo Vasa.

There is no doubt about it, because the tragedy he wrote killed many people, and he himself did not refute it, he even closed his eyes.

Anger swept the crowd, Si Que staggered a few steps, and was pushed to the ground. He seemed to try to pick up the feather pen, but a long knife came first, and with a "click", his right palm fell to the ground, revealing the bones of his wrist.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp blade came from nowhere, and his left hand was cut off.

He just took a breath, and the tooth-grinding "click" bone cracking sound came, someone directly broke his leg bones, and his tendons and bones were broken.

The young man fell down like a kite.

Blood, mottled blood.

The blood dyed the ground red, but people still felt it was not enough, so a stick hit his back.

"Bang!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

He wanted to get up, but he had no strength. Not only did his legs lose consciousness, but his internal organs also felt severe pain. The skin and flesh on his back burst open, and the bent bones pierced his flesh.

Rough dust and gravel scraped across his abdomen, and more than a dozen pieces of broken glass pierced his arms, followed by soft whips and hard sticks, which fell on him like raindrops.

Amid fierce shouting and heavy panting, people held justice in their hands, judged the wicked, and showed a gratifying smile. It seemed that sin had finally received the judgment it deserved.

"—— And his eyes, his eyes——his eyes cannot be left!" Someone shouted.

"——Don't give him a chance to write anything!!!"

Si Que exhaled slowly, endured the hellish pain all over his body, and said nothing.

Soon, the girl who had been there at the beginning was chosen to wield the sword of justice.

She pulled Si Que's hair from his forehead and pulled him up from the ground, like pulling a bloody feather. Her eyes were red and full of resentment:

"From now on, you can no longer harm people! Human life is not your ink, you devil!"

She held a piece of glass in her hand and pointed it at Si Que's eyes, but soon, she thought of something and threw the glass away: "Wait, if you use the feather pen you are so proud of..."

She tore his inner pocket, pulled out the purple-gold feather pen, and pointed the tip at Si Que's eyes.

The golden eyes were as dazzling as the sun, even if they were bloodshot, they were still bright enough to make people feel ashamed.

The girl was angered by this look and roared: "Don't look at me like that! You devil!!!"

Si Que should probably be angry too.

But when he heard the desolation of losing everything in people's voices and saw the foundation of the tragedy under this disaster, there was no fire in his heart.

"——Punish him! Punish him! Punish him!!!"

People seemed to be caught in a grand carnival.

Everyone upholds justice in their hearts and fills their losses with joy. The more they judge sinners, the more they punish the sinners in the center of the flames, the more their sins will be eliminated.

Si Que's eyes have always been squinting, he doesn't want to remember people's expressions. But at this moment, when the pen tip is pointed at his eyelids, his eyes slowly open completely.

Silently and calmly, he stares at the tip that is close at hand.

His eyes are clear, as if silently expressing that he has done nothing wrong.

The girl was shocked by the look, and after a moment she felt angry - she was shaken, she began to doubt whether the criminal was guilty.

Amid the encouragement of the crowd, she screamed, roared, and raged - and waved her hand.

It was like a guillotine of justice, falling with a click.

"Well done! Well done!!!" People screamed.

"He won't be able to hurt people in the future! If he can't write a story, let's see how the world tree will like him!!"

"When he loses the favor of the world tree, push him to the stake!!!"

Amid the enthusiastic cheers of the people, in the carnival fire that swept everything -

The beautiful, shining, sharp feather pen -

made two sticky sounds.

It pierced into Si Que's eye sockets.

The golden pupils were shattered, and blood mixed with white flowed out of the eyes, like two broken gems.

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