A Genius and a God Fell In Love

Nangong Nan touched his face and the wound no longer hurt.

The bloodstains scratched by the thorns have recovered.

She looked down and chuckled.

Look, he couldn't bear it anymore.

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When I came out of the game this time, there were obviously fewer players in the crystal ball.

However, there are still people lying on the crystal wall looking out.

But the Crystal Hall was obviously empty, and the atmosphere was more depressing, with a heavy feeling like a dark cloud.

Nangong Nan walked directly up the stairs and went to find a room upstairs.

Looking down, he saw many seriously injured players sitting on the sofa.

Some are dying, and it seems that if they are delayed for a second, they will stay in the game forever.

Nangong Nan's eyes stayed on a girl with short ear-length hair for a moment.

The girl raised her head, licked the wound, and even tasted the blood rolled into her mouth again and again, and then she laughed foolishly.

Nangong Nan turned along the stairs and walked to the accommodation floor.

The pink rabbit's carrots really fill her up, and she doesn't feel hungry even now, but her stomach is a little empty.

After she found her room, she took a shower first, then got into the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Nangong Nan rarely dreams about games because she knows how to regulate herself.

After coming out of the game, she will forget about what happened in the game, completely detach herself, and let herself relax completely.

This time, she had a nightmare.

The dream was filled with blood, despair and crying.

Half asleep and half awake, a woman's voice shouted angrily in her ear.

[Nangong, you are more ruthless than a game. I just took advantage of you, but you actually watched me fall into the abyss. You are a heartless woman, and you will die badly! ! ! 】

Then, the voice in my ears changed again.

[Nangong, I trusted the wrong person. I should have listened to you. I trusted the wrong person. If you can see my brother, promise me... take care of him to the best of your ability, promise me...]

[Stinky girl, you are so weak that you should be taken as a scapegoat by me. How long can you live for being so weak? You are going to die sooner or later anyway, so you might as well take this blow for me. 】

[The game is cruel. There is no human warmth here, only winning and losing. As long as I can win, I will do whatever it takes! 】

[Nangong, you are mankind’s last hope. You must win, you must win! ! ! ! 】

【Must win! 】

Nangong Nan opened his eyes suddenly, and the murmur of voices in his ears disappeared instantly.

The room was quiet except for her breathing.

She rubbed her aching head. Every time she dreamed about the past, her head would hurt and she would feel nauseous.

Nangong Nan sat up and leaned against the bed.

She had almost forgotten the sounds in the dream, but now the dream re-entered her memory and evoked more memories.

No matter what happened before, she was the only one left now.

She was the only one left.

By the time the third game is over, how many players will be left?

She raised her hands to cover her eyes.

The whole person is surrounded by loneliness, so lonely...

After a while, she put down her hand.

The eyes are bright and calm.

She is stronger than before. The third part is full of new players. She is more familiar with the game of gods than any of them and has more experience than any player.

She also has many rewards, she can protect herself and win the game confidently.

so……

She should branch out and let more players survive, right?

Those who arranged for her to enter the game must also hope that more people will survive, right?

[Take 'winning' as your goal. Don't let anyone or anything stop you. You must know the responsibilities you shoulder. You are our last hope, Nangong, you must win! 】

Nangong Nan woke up suddenly and clenched her fists.

What is she thinking.

How could she be confused by a dream and the "friendship" in a few rounds of games.

You can't be soft-hearted, you can't be lonely, and you can't be alone.

She has only one purpose, which is to win the game.

She can't be disturbed by anything, she has to go through it without any distractions.

Only in this way can mankind be saved.

The game has reached the third part, and the hope of relief is right in front of us, so we must work hard.

Nangong Nan slowly let go of his hand.

As for the rest, just let nature take its course...

The things in the dream slowly dissipated, and when I closed my eyes, I felt no longer sleepy.

She got out of bed and put on loose house clothes and went downstairs to eat.

There were quite a lot of people in the restaurant, and some players ran into the restaurant covered in filth and blood just after they came out of the game.

Holding the rice bowl and gobbling it down, he coughed violently...

Others drank gulps of water, and everyone looked so embarrassed.

Some people cried while eating, lying on the dining table crying heartbroken.

Nangong Nan looked away, took a bowl of noodles and found an empty seat to sit down.

She looked carefully at the crystal ball and found no sign of Tian Hefeng.

Her intuition told her that this man would not give up, he was targeting her.

The fact that the two of them were in the same game last round must have been because he used the reward of teaming up with the chosen person.

I just don’t know how many times this reward can be used.

There was a trace of ridicule in Nangong Nan's calm eyes.

I really don't know whether to call him smart or stupid.

"ah!!!!"

The sudden yell startled the players, and one of them was so injured that he even dropped his spoon.

He was so angry that he yelled: "Are you crazy? What are you shouting for? It scared me, hiss, it hurts so much."

Although the wound is slowly repairing, it still hurts.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The yelling player suddenly threw his rice bowl, and then picked up other people's plates and rice bowls and threw them.

He vents his emotions by yelling and throwing things.

The other players angrily rushed towards him and started fighting.

"Why are you so fucking crazy? I'm so hungry that my chest is pressed against my back. You threw me down before I even had a mouthful of soup."

The player who threw things had scarlet eyes and his voice was louder than him: "What! I'm going to throw things, I'm going to throw them! I'm going to throw them!!"

He collapsed and tore his hair, holding his head and hitting the player he was settling scores with.

His scalp was torn to pieces.

The players trembled and stepped back one after another.

"I'm going to fall, I'm going to fall!"

He kicked the table and chairs hard, but the tables and chairs were fine, and he kicked off his toenails.

Blood seeped from the shoes.

Even so, he didn't stop, kicking the tables and chairs crazily, seemingly feeling no pain.

Seeing him look like this, others no longer care about him.

They dispersed one after another and looked for other places to eat.

Nangong Nan quickly finished his noodles, stood up and left the restaurant.

When I reached the stairs, I could still vaguely hear the players shouting.

Players passing by shook their heads and said in a feeble voice to the people around them: "We will collapse like him one day. Maybe it would be better to die early."

"It's not easy for us to survive until now. Don't give up easily, otherwise our previous efforts will be like a joke."