Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

When Meng Xing called out this name, Feng Ye also turned his gaze towards Meng Xing.

This was the third time Meng Xing saw the other person. Logically speaking, he was familiar with him, but when he looked at Feng Ye at this moment, he only felt unfamiliar.

Because the Feng Ye at this moment was different from the one when Meng Xing met him the previous two times. He was the God of War, and in Meng Xing's original imagination, he should be a cold and terrifying person.

Just like generals who fight all year round are often full of evil spirits. Since he is the God of War, his evil spirits should be no less than those of mortal generals. But when Meng Xing actually saw Feng Ye, he found that Feng Ye didn't have that overwhelming evil aura, maybe a little bit, but not to a terrifying level.

His temperament does not seem to be cold and cruel. He will even use his divine power to help a little girl make flower seeds bloom in the ice and snow because of a little girl's unfulfillable childish words.

He did not rely on his strength to be arrogant. When Meng Xing questioned him for trespassing into other people's dreams, he would take the initiative to apologize.

He was different from what Meng Xing imagined, but at this moment, Meng Xing seemed to see the God of War in his imagination again, cold, powerful, and ruthless.

There was no emotion such as pity or sympathy in his golden eyes. He was as cold as the cold light on the edge of a sword, without any human warmth.

This is a completely different Feng Ye. Meng Xing doesn't know whether this change is because the other party has just experienced a fierce battle outside, or if this is the other party's true face, and the previous gentleness is just a disguise.

The fear that had relaxed a little in his heart rose again. He took a step forward and blocked Wen Rulan behind him.

Meng Xing was very nervous, even more nervous than when he faced the siege of these mobs before. Although Feng Ye was alone, his fighting power was definitely not comparable to that of these people. His divine sword can even cut off world-destroying thunder. There is almost no power in this world that can resist him.

Wen Rulan was also very nervous. He knew the name of the God of War Yinglong. The man in front of him who looked very similar to Wujin was actually the legendary God of War? Then why did the other party come to this dreamland? To kill yourself?

Fortunately, Feng Ye had no intention of becoming enemies with them for the time being. Although his aura was very cold, he glanced at Meng Xing and Wen Rulan behind Meng Xing and looked away. His eyes then moved to the other five people in the stairwell. On an individual basis.

He didn't do anything, just looked at them with his cold eyes, which made the five thugs who were not even afraid of death take a step back.

Logically speaking, they are no longer afraid of death, and there should be nothing in the world that can scare them. But there is an exception in front of them. The coldness on this man's body makes them unable to think rationally, and they tremble instinctively.

But after a moment of reaction, they were filled with shame and anger. They felt that it was embarrassing for them to retreat just because of the other person's look, so they tried to regain the situation.

They did not want to believe that Feng Ye had dealt with their companions outside alone. They felt that there must be government reinforcements outside. They want to get rid of this troublemaker before reinforcements arrive.

They surrounded Feng Ye, just like they had surrounded Meng Xing before, but it had a completely different ending.

Meng Xing didn't even see Feng Ye's movements clearly. All five of them were already lying on the ground, and they were in so much pain that they no longer had the strength to stand up.

He strikes accurately and quickly, with no sloppiness in his movements. Every attack directly hits the opponent's weak spot, causing him to lose the ability to fight in an instant.

Before Meng Xing and Wen Rulan even reacted, Feng Ye had already ended the battle.

There was no one else in the stairwell. Other mobs were fighting with the military in the hall ahead. The few who chased them were all eliminated, and the crisis was temporarily relieved.

After the crisis was over, Feng Ye's temperament also changed again. Like a sharp sword being sheathed, the overwhelming coldness on his body was restrained. At the same time, his eyes regained the warmth of a human being.

He became the same reserved and gentle person that Meng Xing had seen a few times before.

"What's the situation with the artificial sun?" He didn't ask Meng Xing, who had dealt with him several times, but Wen Rulan who was behind Meng Xing.

Although he had not had direct contact with Wen Rulan, he had observed him in private several times. He knew Wen Rulan's identity as the scientist who led a team to study artificial suns.

Wen Rulan was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that the God of War would ask him this question, but he still answered: "The situation is not good. There are many people coming to attack the central tower. The power system is on the first floor. If it is destroyed, , the artificial sun plan will fail. And..."

He had been busy escaping and had no time to think. When Feng Ye asked him, he suddenly remembered: "The time is coming, I must go back and adjust the data quickly!"

He looked at Meng Xing anxiously: "If I don't go back, they might blow up the central tower because they adjusted the wrong data!"

Meng Xing suddenly became anxious. He looked at the time. It was 11:40. Wen Rulan said that he could rush there in the last ten minutes. They could still make it in time when they ran to the control room on the top of the tower, but...

If the power system on the first floor was breached by these mobs, it would also be a failure. They would run to the top of the tower and rush to debug it, which would be meaningless. Based on the current situation, with such a large gap in numbers, the military may not be able to hold on for long.

"Can you do it alone?" Meng Xing was in a dilemma. He wanted to stay and help, but he was worried that Wen Rulan's ankle injury would prevent her from climbing the hundreds of steps to the top of the tower alone.

Wen Rulan pursed her lips. His ankle began to hurt again from running just now, but he couldn't hold back at this moment. He had to be able to do it.

Just as he was about to nod in agreement, Feng Ye spoke again.

"How many people attacked the central tower?" he asked the two of them.

"About five to six hundred, our defenders only have over a hundred..." Meng Xing answered.

Feng Ye nodded, indicating that he understood. Then, he walked towards the hall in front. When passing by Meng Xing and Wen Rulan, his eyes turned sideways: "Send him up. As for the enemies on the first floor..."

"Leave it to me." He said calmly.

He accepted this important task that was almost impossible to achieve in an understatement. This is not arrogance, but he does have the confidence.

Meng Xing's anxiety was relieved a lot, because he knew how powerful the opponent was, and also knew that if the defense on the first floor was left to the opponent, there would never be any problems.

He also nodded, and while pulling Wen Rulan up the stairs, he said, "Thank you!"

"No need." Feng Ye replied.

Then, they each moved in different directions. Feng Ye walked through the narrow stairwell and came to a chaotic hall that looked like a battlefield.

Meng Xing, on the other hand, pulled Wen Rulan and ran up the stairs. He ran very fast, but Wen Rulan, whose ankle was injured, couldn't run as fast as him. Meng Xing simply carried Wen Rulan on his back, and while silently calculating the time in his heart, he quickly climbed the stairs.

Wen Rulan was too tired to speak, but after being carried by Meng Xing, he no longer had to expend his energy. He finally had time to ask, "Why is Ying Long here?"

Meng Xing was stunned for a moment, then remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to tell Wen Rulan about meeting Feng Ye. What he originally wanted to say was that on the day he met Feng Ye, he happened to encounter another thing, something that made him depressed and didn't want to say a word.

So much so that he completely forgot about Feng Ye and forgot to tell Wen Rulan.

While climbing the stairs, Meng Xing briefly told the story of how he met Feng Ye that day. As for what would happen to Feng Ye in this dream...

"He said he didn't know either. He just felt that he should come." Meng Xing repeated Feng Ye's answer that was not the answer.

Wen Rulan thought about this simple answer over and over in his mind, trying to figure out Yinglong's purpose, but unfortunately there were too few clues. He wanted to ask Meng Xing again and let Meng Xing tell the story of the day he met Fa Fengye. A little thinner.

But before he was about to speak, he heard heavy breathing and the sound of a rapidly beating heart very close to him.

Climbing stairs is very tiring, especially climbing such a tall tower with a heavy man on your back. Meng Xing's physical strength was also a little weak, and his speed slowed down, but he still gritted his teeth and held on.

Wen Rulan didn't speak anymore. He wanted to leave by himself and let Meng Xing take a rest, but he couldn't. Because the time is almost up, they must rush back to the control room.

The only thing he could do was to try his best to keep his body as light as possible and not to talk to Meng Xing to consume his little remaining energy.

Finally, a few seconds before 11:50, Meng Xing climbed to the top of the tower.

After he put Wen Rulan down, he collapsed on the ground tiredly. Wen Rulan had no time to take care of Meng Xing. He quickly ran to the control room, and then sat in the main control seat under the gaze of a group of colleagues who were anxiously waiting for him.

"Parameter correction, lower the regression value..." Although he was in a hurry, he immediately saw the problem after sitting down, and calmly and calmly directed his colleagues to adjust the data.

Under his leadership, the researchers who were about to become ants on a hot pot regained their composure. Wen Rulan is the leader and backbone of this research team.

He is more familiar with the program he developed than anyone else, and no one can debug it on his behalf. Wen Rulan only needed a glance at the problems they couldn't see.

They did not doubt Wen Rulan's judgment at all, but blindly followed the instructions because Professor Wen must be right.

Everyone in the control room is busy, but they are busy but not chaotic. They perform their duties and work together to debug this hope in the doomsday.

After Meng Xing adjusted his breathing, he saw this scene. He looked at Wen Rulan's figure working seriously, and his mental arithmetic was really settled.

Other researchers believed in Wen Rulan because they knew Professor Wen's academic achievements. Meng Xing did not understand this. He believed in Wen Rulan simply because he thought Wen Rulan could do it.

As long as there is no interference from outside forces, Wen Rulan will definitely be able to successfully activate this artificial sun called "Golden Crow", and Meng Xing trusts him unconditionally.

And Wen Rulan did not live up to Meng Xing's trust. At 11:55, he completed all debugging.

In five minutes, the "Golden Crow" will be officially launched, and the radiance of the artificial sun will disperse the ice and snow of the doomsday.

Everyone in the control room stood up from their seats and cheered loudly. Meng Xing heard the cheers and quickly looked towards the center of the control room, where Wen Rulan was.

Wen Rulan was also looking at Meng Xing. He smiled at Meng Xing and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He originally thought he was sweating because he was overly nervous, but now that the debugging was completed, he shouldn't be nervous anymore.

Wen Rulan's smile faded again, and he frowned. Meng Xing also noticed that the room temperature seemed a bit abnormally high. It was so hot that he couldn't help but want to take off his coat.

Others slowly discovered something was wrong, and someone asked: "Professor Wen, the temperature control system seems to have failed?"

Wen Rulan did not answer, only silently watching the controller interface. He found the temperature control system and found that everything in the program was normal. The only abnormality was...

"The power line of the temperature control system is damaged and cannot start normally." Wen Rulan found the problem. The power lines were all laid on the first floor. Although the main control line was not damaged, some detailed lines were damaged during the previous attack by the mob. broken.

Meng Xing didn't know what this meant, and asked anxiously: "Will this affect the activation of the Golden Crow?"

Wen Rulan shook her head: "No, the failure of the temperature control system will only cause the room temperature to rise to about 100 degrees. The machine can withstand such a temperature, and the Golden Crow can start normally."

"But people can't do it, let's get down quickly!" Wen Rulan urged.

Other researchers also realized that the temperature would rise higher and higher, and since metal is thermally conductive, the entire central tower would begin to heat up, and they had to leave quickly.

After everyone packed up their things, Wen Rulan checked the system one last time. After confirming that it was correct, she followed Meng Xing downstairs.

The work on the top of the tower has been completed, and below the tower, in the hall on the first floor, the melee has come to an end.

The last thug was also knocked down. Among the people who fell to the ground and wailed, but no longer had the strength to stand up, the captain looked at the only man standing in shock.

This was the foreign aid that suddenly arrived not long ago. When Feng Ye came to help them, they did not feel relaxed because there were too many enemies. Although they had eliminated some of them before, they also suffered losses. Outnumbered people are still at a huge disadvantage. What use can such a person come to help?

The captain thanked Feng Ye for his help, but the despair in his heart did not diminish, because he knew that he could not hold on anymore. He had risked his life to fight, but if he could not hold on, he could not hold on.

The central tower will be destroyed by the mob, and mankind will perish under the apocalypse.

But in despair, he saw a miracle, a miracle that he still couldn't believe. This man actually single-handedly killed hundreds of people.

The angle of every shot he takes seems to have been calculated. He can use the fastest and most tricky angle to knock down the enemy and hit it with one hit.

The captain has been in the army for many years and has seen many masters who are good at fighting, but those masters he has seen cannot even stand a chance against this man in one round.

It’s not like a human being can do this at all!

But the other party did it, and right before his eyes, they single-handedly reversed the inevitable defeat. They won the defensive battle with several times their numerical disadvantage.

The mob had all lost their ability to fight, but there were not many casualties because Feng Ye did not kill them. He only restrained these people but did not kill them.

He glanced at the battlefield, and after confirming that nothing was missing, he said to the captain: "I'll leave it to you."

The captain respected and feared him, because although Feng Ye was helping them, his frightening coldness when he did it made them, soldiers who had experienced hundreds of battles, shudder.

Now that the battle is over, Feng Ye's momentum has calmed down again, but the captain was still a little frightened when Feng Ye spoke to him. He was stunned for a moment before he remembered to respond: "Don't worry, we will send them to the court. Judgment.”

Feng Ye nodded and was about to leave when a disdainful sneer suddenly sounded in the hall.

Feng Ye stopped and looked sideways at the sneering master.

It was a young man lying on the ground. He was in his twenties and very young. If he were before, he would probably still be in school at this age. But now is the end, and instead of going to school, he joins the riot.

He was seriously injured, with bruises all over his body. He couldn't stand up, but when Feng Ye looked at him, he still struggled to sit up from the ground.

He leaned against the wall behind him, took a breath, and then continued: "Judge us?"

"Why are you judging us?!" He suddenly raised his voice and his expression was distorted by anger: "You abandoned us! You kept us out of the city and didn't care about our life or death!"

"What did we do wrong?! We just want to survive!"

"But we have no chance to live!" His tone suddenly became ferocious, and there was a hint of gritted teeth in his words: "Should we just wait to die? We are all human beings, why should these people If we can survive, we can’t!”

"We are not guilty! We don't want to wait quietly for death, so we have no choice but to launch a riot! We have no choice at all!" He screamed, his voice hoarse with force.

There was noise again in the already quiet hall, echoing voices. The people who fell on the ground were echoing him. They had no choice at all.

They were forced to a dead end and had no choice but to drag all mankind along with them.

The captain was speechless after being questioned. He knew that the government's decision was correct. It allowed more valuable people to survive with limited survival opportunities, but it was cruel to those who were abandoned.

Their choice was decisive but not unreasonable. If it was him who was in such a situation... the captain couldn't guarantee whether he would also embark on such an extreme path.

After all, they really have no choice.

"You have a choice." Feng Ye replied. His expression was calm, and the strong despair and resentment in the young man's words did not waver him at all.

The captain looked at him in shock, as did the young man.

Immediately, he sneered even more disdainfully: "What choice? Apart from waiting to die and being buried together with all mankind, what other choice do we have? Is it possible that we need to find a way to prevent the end from coming?"

He even laughed at the end because it was such a ridiculous joke.

But Feng Ye said it very seriously and firmly.

"I'll look for it."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the hall alone, ignoring everyone who was too shocked to say a word.

He came outside in the cold. There shouldn't be anyone outside, but he saw people. They were a group of researchers who had just ran down from the top of the tower. They took the back door, so Feng Ye had not seen them before.

Among these people, Meng Xing and Wen Rulan were also there.

Their fingers were clasping each other's and they were talking something, not noticing Feng Ye in the distance.

The cold wind mixed with wind and snow whistled past the crowd. Wen Rulan stretched out her hand to tighten Meng Xing's collar. Meng Xing also held Wen Rulan's hand in his palm to help warm the other man's hand.

The other researchers also quickly wrapped their clothes tightly. Feng Ye did not move. He was wearing very thin clothes, but his body was not afraid of the cold and heat, and he would not feel cold.

But he could feel it in his heart. He could feel people's grief and despair. He had seen too much in these days.

He looked at the snow on the ground that would never melt away, and at the city frozen by ice and snow, and he had many questions.

Why did this dream become like this? Who is the owner of the dream?

He had two doubtful candidates, Meng Xing or Wen Rulan, but the former denied this. But is Wen Rulan Mengzejun? Feng Ye doesn't think so.

He couldn't understand, just like he couldn't understand, why there were two forces that made up this dream. One of them came from Mengzejun, and the other came from the heaven that created Mengzejun and him.

Mengzejun's power is protecting this dream, but the power of heaven is destroying it.

This is not normal.

The way of heaven is a majestic and ruthless order. The gods he created are also helping him protect the order. He should not take action against the gods he created.

But Heaven is indeed destroying this dream. The most fundamental reason for the end of the world is because of the power of Heaven.

Therefore, if you want to find a way to prevent the end from coming, you must find the reason why the way of heaven is like this.

Does God make mistakes?

Maybe. Feng Ye was born because of Tiandao, but he will not blindly follow Tiandao. He will find the reason why Mengze Jun and Tiandao are at odds with each other, and then make his own judgment.

But how to find it... His heart was as confused as the white wind and snow covering the city in front of him.

He stood in the wind and snow, like a silent statue.

But suddenly, his silence was broken by cheers from the outside world.

Many people came outside, including researchers and soldiers. They looked up at the top of the tower and the artificial sun that was about to be launched.

"9, 8, 7..." People shouted the countdown together. They looked happy and no longer afraid of the wind and snow of the doomsday.

Because the radiance of the artificial sun will drive away these extremely cold winds and snows, spring will return to the earth.

"6, 5, 4..." They cheered and jumped for joy, waiting for the miracle in the doomsday.

"3, 2..."

"1!"

The cheers reached its peak, and amid the boiling voices, a bright light appeared on the top of the tower. It's only a weak point at the moment, because the artificial sun needs a certain amount of time to heat up after being started. After about half an hour, it can shine as brightly as the real sun, as shown in the simulation animation.

But this is enough to excite people, because the artificial sun has been successfully launched, and mankind has found hope to survive in the apocalypse.

They cried tears of joy and hugged each other.

Wen Rulan could no longer maintain his composure. He had spent half his life on research and finally achieved it at this moment.

He hugged Meng Xing. Meng Xing was a little surprised and a little embarrassed. There were so many people around... But he felt Wen Rulan's joy. He couldn't help but be infected by the joy. He ignored the eyes of others and returned the hug. Look at each other.

Only Feng Ye stayed away from the cheering crowd. He was not infected by people's joy because he noticed what others did not notice.

After the artificial sun was activated, the temperature began to rise. Although the rate of recovery was very slow, it was indeed rising. The ice and snow should have slowly melted.

But... Feng Ye reached out to catch the falling snowflakes, and it started snowing again.

This was against logic. He looked up at the sky, looking at the power that had changed the rules of the dream and caused the wind and snow to rise again in this dream that was supposed to be redeemed.

"Why are you doing this..." Feng Ye murmured to the sky.

Another snowflake fell, falling from the sky to the earth, and finally fell into Feng Ye's palm. It is like other snowflakes, yet different.

It is equally white and equally cold, but on the outside of the snowflakes, it is covered with a layer of faint golden light.

It melted in Feng Ye's palm. Feng Ye clenched his fingers tightly. He closed his eyes and felt the complicated information. After a moment, he opened them again. He was no longer confused.

All the answers he was looking for, he found.

And, he also made his own decision.

He took a few steps forward and came near the crowd.

Meng Xing finally noticed Feng Ye. He quickly let go of Wen Rulan and wanted to thank him again.

But when he saw the movements in Feng Ye's hands clearly, he could no longer say anything.

The cold black mist gathered in Feng Ye's hands, and the light and shadow entangled and converged with each other, forming the shape of a sword, a glimpse of the divine sword.

He didn't draw his sword when he faced the hundreds of enemies, but he drew his sword at this moment.

At the same time, the expression on his face turned into that frightening coldness again, and he said coldly to Meng Xing: "I never knew why I came here, but now I know."

The wind and snow at the end of the world are very cold, but his words are even colder than the wind and snow at the end of the world: "I'll come..."

"Kill you!" He pointed forward with his sword, pointing at Wen Rulan beside Meng Xing.

The wind and snow roared between them, and in the plummeting temperature, Meng Xing suddenly realized that the "Golden Crow" started at zero o'clock, and it was now August 8th.

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