Qian Qi was busy making potions on the other side.
Coming out of the A-level dungeon, the silver-haired young man leaned tiredly next to the hover car. The severe pain in his head caused by excessive mental energy consumption made him upset. However, the reporters who had been waiting for a long time had already swarmed in and turned countless spotlights and The camera was pointed at him, and the interview began with great enthusiasm.
"Commander Su, your time to conquer the A-level dungeon has once again set a new record. Do you plan to start entering the S-level dungeon?"
"Many S-class commanders disappear when they are around 35 years old. Did they all die in S-class dungeons?"
"I heard that some S-level dungeons are experiencing abnormal crack fluctuations. Will S-level monsters attack the city again?"
"Commander Su, do you know any inside information?"
Su Ang moved his fingertips. He raised his eyes and removed the fatigue from his face as if he had been used to it for a long time. He said in a calm and indifferent tone, "You don't need to worry too much. There are awakened people protecting this world, and the copies will be cleared sooner or later." Yes, humans will no longer be attacked by monsters."
"Commander Su, how long do you think it will take to restore the peace that existed before the turbulent period?"
"As far as we know, most of the awakened people are still conquering E-level and D-level dungeons. Do we humans really have a future?"
"Has the world abandoned us? Will we be destroyed like the ancient dinosaurs that encountered meteorites?"
"Do you really think that the Awakened can save humanity?"
After hearing the last question, Su Ang's eyes flashed slightly, he opened his lips, and finally said, "Yes, please believe in the Awakened One."
Believe in the Awakened? No, not even he believed it himself.
How long will he continue to lie?
How long...will he continue to be a puppet like this?
After seeing off the reporters, the fatigue that had just been hidden suddenly came over him. Su Ang leaned against the hovercar and saw his father, Su Xingchen, also finishing the interview and walking towards him.
Meeting Su Xingchen's gaze, Su Ang pursed his lips and said softly, "Father, I'm... tired."
"Go back and rest for a few days." Su Xingchen took off his black leather gloves and looked at his son with lowered eyes. "After that, we have to go deep..."
"Father." Su Ang interrupted him, "You know what I want to say. I don't want to conquer the dungeon anymore, and I don't want to tell those lies anymore!"
Humanity will perish sooner or later. What they are doing now is simply useless!
"Su Ang, shut up!" After hearing this, Su Xingchen's face instantly turned cold and he scolded, "Anyone can say this, but you can't!"
He turned his head and glanced nearby to confirm that no one was paying attention here. Then he pressed Zhu Ang's shoulder and warned in a low voice, "You are the best candidate to cover up the truth. You know, incompetent humans who know the truth will only take the lead in civil strife." Get up, we are already tired from dealing with the monsters, we cannot have any more civil strife."
"When I die like my mother, who are you going to choose to be your puppet?" Su Ang raised his eyes and stared deeply at Su Xingchen. Even though he knew his father very well, he still wanted to know, did he really think of those things? Do humans value more than their own sons?
Why would Sikong Wang's father prefer his son to be a waste rather than let him expend his mental energy to enter a dangerous dungeon, but he had the heart to push his son to the public, even if he became a man controlled by a mental disorder? Are crazy people not willing to hesitate?
However, knowing a son is better than a father. Su Xingchen looked at Su Ang who was thirsty for answers, and after a long silence said, "Su Ang, go back and rest."
Su Ang clenched his fists, and an unconcealable sourness surged into his heart. He hummed softly, turned around and got on the hovercar calmly, "Father, please also pay attention to rest."
After the floating car was in the air, Su Ang leaned heavily on the back seat, his arms weakly covering his eyes, showing a strong look of fatigue.
So tired.
He was tired of fighting day after day in the dungeon, tired of being a puppet idol who told lies in front of the media, and even more tired of... the silent answer in his father's eyes.
He'll be looking for the next puppet.
But can he really find the next perfect puppet? After he dies, who else has the ability to silence everyone and make humans believe that the Awakened One can definitely save them?
Unexpectedly, the figure of Qian Qi suddenly floated across Su Ang's mind.
If it were her, maybe it would really work. She first invented the hemostatic potion, then discovered the defense fruit, and even developed a treatment potion for mental disorders. It is easy for humans to believe that they still have hope of survival. .
Qian Qi...
The silver-haired young man chewed the name silently on his lips. He couldn't help but recall that when they first met, the girl carelessly slashed the principal's arm to verify the efficacy of the medicine. A smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.
She is very good, and it is only a matter of time before her father notices her. However, she is not as easy to control as his biological son.
If she met her father, who would be better?
For some reason, Su Ang actually felt that Qian Qi would be better, and maybe her father would be defeated by her...
The more he thought about it, the stronger his desire to see Qian Qi became. Putting down his arms, Su Ang stood up and sat upright. He said to the driver, "I'm not going back to Su's home. I'm going to Guangminggu... No, I'm going to Guyun Mountain." Copy."
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When Su Ang came to Guangming Orphanage, the children were in the classroom. Xiang Wenyun was packing the quilts in the courtyard. When she saw Su Ang, she was slightly stunned and asked, "Classmate Su, why are you here?"
"Dean, I'm here to find Qian Qi."
"Oh, the child is in the room." Xiang Wenyun pointed upstairs, "409, you just go to her directly."
Su Ang nodded, handed the gift he bought to Xiang Wenyun, then turned and entered the teaching building.
It was said to be a teaching building, but it was actually shared with the dormitory building. This was the first time Su Ang went to the fourth floor, and he discovered that this floor was where the children from the orphanage rested and slept.
409... Su Ang looked at the house number and found Qian Qi's room. He found that the door was not locked but was ajar.
He knocked on the door, but there was no reply. After waiting for a while, he knocked again, but there was still no response from Qian Qi.
Are you asleep, or are you not here?
Su Ang opened the door and saw an independent bathroom facing him. He turned the corner and saw the bedroom. A bed, a table and a stool formed a simple room, and Qian Qi was lying on the bed with his back stretched out. , sleeping like a dead pig.
The usually sharp-toothed little mouth was now wide open, and clear and steady breathing could be heard. The hair must have been blow-dried shortly after washing. It was fluffy and had a little static electricity, and it was pressed against the iron railing at the head of the bed. Together, it makes people laugh like an exploding cabbage.
And the sleeveless T-shirt she usually wears is now lifted up, revealing her white and tender belly, which is completely different from the two arms that often bask in the sun. I don't know if it is a coincidence or because she knows not to cool her stomach while sleeping. The pad of Qi's index finger happened to be blocked by her belly button to prevent the cold wind blowing in from the window from cooling her stomach.
Su Ang took one look and quickly looked away. Seeing that she was sleeping, he turned around and prepared to go outside and wait for her to wake up.
However, after taking two steps, he stopped again.
After a slight hesitation, the silver-haired young man turned around and closed the window where the wind was blowing. He turned his head away as if to avoid suspicion, quickly covered the girl's waist with the small blanket beside the bed, and then quickly left the room.
Qian Qi, on the other hand, soon woke up from the heat.
Yes, Quanquan Circle is indeed a bad namer...ahem, so everyone is welcome to contribute in the comment area. Circle Circle is collecting names, attributes and skills of Warcraft and Magic Plants online~
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