The Deity Ming'an asked the second question.
"After everything ends, who will walk out of the World Game alive?"
"A. Su Ming'an. B. Noel. C. Yuanyuan. D. Lü Shu. E. Su Rin. F. Others."
"This question is single-choice."
Su Ming'an raised his eyes, staring at those golden eyes, the golden pupils were calm, seemingly not finding this question cruel.
"Single-choice question?"
"Single-choice question."
"There isn't a correct answer to this, is there?"
"You guess."
"What if I want to choose all?"
"The result of 'wanting them all' is often 'having none,' you'd better be more pragmatic."
The dampness on his chest gradually turned cold, Noel's blood stuck to his clothes.
Lü Shu's body lay not far behind, a mix of red and white, indistinguishable whether it was the color of fire or snow.
Yuanyuan's book was placed in the backpack's pocket, the cat-ear pendant lying quietly.
In this current situation, the answer is already self-evident.
