Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

The closer it gets to August 8th, the colder the weather becomes. It’s fine during the day, and there’s still weak light to dispel the chill. But late at night, the temperature is so low that even if you put on thick cotton clothes, you’ll be shivering.

It is already late at night on August 8th, the last night before the cold wave that freezes everything. Logically speaking, no one should stay outdoors on such a cold night.

But the streets of Noah City were full of people. The fighting on the border is still going on, with government troops and rebels fighting fiercely. During the gaps between their fighting, the refugees who were blocked from the city took advantage of the chaos and rushed into the city. Except for a small number of extremists, most people did not do much after entering the city. They just wandered the streets, looking for corners where they could hide and stay warm.

No one was willing to take them in. The aboriginal people in Noah City closed their doors and locked their windows, fearing that these refugees would break into their homes, loot their property, and even commit murder.

It's not impossible. No one did anything wrong, and they should not be divided into camps in the first place, but a ticket to the apocalypse divided them into levels, making them antagonize and even hate each other.

People without tickets are jealous and resentful of those with tickets. Now that they have finally broken through the defenders' defenses and entered the city, no one can guarantee what they will do.

This is an era where laws are out of control. In the face of survival, all human nature, conscience, and etiquette can be trampled on.

A middle-aged woman with a ticket and a warm residence allocated by the government did not open the door when she saw a mother holding her five-year-old daughter looking for a place on the snow outside the window. She is about the same age as the other party, and her daughter is only five years old.

Seeing the other person shivering in the snow holding her daughter in the cold, she could not help but bring herself in and feel some sympathy, but she did not dare to open the door.

The more cornered a person is, the more likely they are to do terrible things, even if the other person seems pitiful and harmless at the moment.

But the more indifferent these people with tickets are, the deeper the resentment of those without tickets becomes. They have been in the ice and snow for a long time, and despair and coldness are swallowing them up bit by bit.

They all turned their attention to these houses in unison, with a ruthless look in their eyes. Just before they were about to do something on a large scale, the clock passed zero.

The calendar has entered a new day, August 8th.

This is the most desperate day, because for those 59 billion people, this is their day of death. But this is also a day full of hope, because the artificial sun "Golden Crow" is launched today, at this moment.

A faint light shone in the dark night, like a dim morning star, not noticeable at all. But as it gradually heats up, it becomes brighter and brighter, too dazzling to be ignored.

The refugees who wanted to commit atrocities saw the light shining in the city, and the warm glow shone on them, dispelling the malice born of coldness and despair. They dropped their weapons and faced the snow on the ground. Illumination, howling.

The locked doors were also opened, and the aborigines walked out of the warm houses and came to the cold outdoors. But they don't feel cold because the temperature is rising after the artificial sun rises.

Snow fell from the sky, replenishing the newly melted ice and snow, but in the end it could not compete with the increasingly dazzling sunshine.

The ice and snow melted in the sun, revealing the green grass and trees underneath. People stood together on the street, looking up at the center of the city, which was the direction of the sun.

Those with tickets and those without tickets stand together, no longer divided into camps, no longer hostile, and their barriers are melted by the light along with the ice and snow.

Some people laughed at the artificial sun, while others cried. They used different methods to express their excitement at seeing the miracle in the apocalyptic ice and snow.

The light became more and more dazzling, but no one looked away, they were greedy for this warmth. Everyone walked in the direction of the central tower in unison. They wanted to get closer to the light, closer to the warmth and hope.

But there were also people walking in the opposite direction to them, not many, only two people.

Meng Xing and Wen Rulan ran away from the central tower. They had been running for more than ten minutes and were several kilometers away.

Meng Xing did not stop. Although he was so far away that he could not hear the sound of Feng Ye and Wu Jin fighting, he still did not dare to relax. He ran forward with all his heart, as far as possible.

He still had enough physical strength to continue, but Wen Rulan couldn't continue. The hands held by Meng Xing and Wen Rulan suddenly became heavy, and Wen Rulan fell to the ground.

His chest kept rising and falling, and there was a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead, some due to fatigue and some due to pain.

The injury to his ankle further worsened. After running so far, he was exhausted and no longer had the strength to stand up.

Meng Xing didn't rush him, but was a little annoyed that he didn't pay attention to Wen Rulan's condition while running. He squatted next to Wen Rulan and looked at Wen Rulan's ankle.

The swelling was even worse than before. Meng Xing frowned. He wanted to find some snow to apply on Wen Rulan, but couldn't find it anywhere.

Most of the snow has melted, leaving only dirty mud on the ground. Wen Rulan sat on the muddy water, her clean and decent clothes became dirty, but he didn't care.

He looked back at the direction they were running from and said to Meng Xing, "Look."

He pointed to the sky, and Meng Xing looked over. He saw the blue sky and white clouds.

Its daybreak.

It was early morning, it should have been dark night, but he saw daylight.

Although there was only half daylight, it was still dark night outside Noah's City. But as the temperature continues to warm up, the "Golden Crow" will get closer and closer to the fully activated state. The sky will be illuminated by the sun, and warmth and light will gradually fill every corner of Noah's city.

This is a sunrise unlike any before. This sun does not rise from the east, and it will never set.

The wind and snow were still roaring, but they were blocked outside Noah's city. The four auxiliary towers located at the four corners formed an indestructible protection, isolating the raging wind and snow from the outside of the city.

Countless people stopped for its light and heat, and Meng Xing was no exception at this moment. After seeing the wind and snow of the apocalypse, how could he not indulge in it when he saw such a warm sun again.

But he couldn't wallow in it for long, he had to continue to escape.

Meng Xing couldn't find any ice, so he had no choice but to ignore the redness and swelling on Wen Rulan's ankle. He stretched out his hand to Wen Rulan who was sitting on the ground and had no strength to stand up again: "I'll carry you."

"Yes." Wen Rulan responded and took Meng Xing's hand.

He didn't want to be attached to others, or to always be in a protected position, but he really had no choice. He couldn't make up for the gap in strength.

He lay on Meng Xing's back, and Meng Xing carried him on his back and continued walking out of the city. Meng Xing was not planning to leave the city. Without the protection of the "Golden Crow" outside the city, the temperature would be horribly low.

But he must also stay away from Feng Ye as much as possible. Wu Jin doesn't know how long he can hang on Feng Ye, or whether he can win. Even if they win, it will not be a good thing, because Wujin will not have good intentions towards them either.

Meng Xing carried Wen Rulan on his back and walked to the auxiliary tower on the edge of the city. He wanted to see the fighting situation on the edge. Contrary to most of the crowd heading into the city, they were the only ones heading outside.

They were so out of place, like the world was against them.

Tiandao wanted to kill Wen Rulan, Feng Ye wanted to kill Wen Rulan, Wu Jin... his intentions were unknown, but he did attack Meng Xing, and even almost killed Meng Xing.

They have no companions but each other.

But having each other is enough.

Meng Xing hugged Wen Rulan's legs and adjusted the position so that Wen Rulan could lie on his back more steadily. Wen Rulan, on the other hand, put her arms around Meng Xing's neck.

He pressed his face against the side of Meng Xing's neck, feeling the other person's heartbeat and temperature. He whispered, "There's still one minute left."

In his calculations, in one minute, the heat of the "Golden Crow" will be heated to the limit. At that time, spring will come again, and the sun will forever be fixed at this hottest moment.

This was half his life's work, and he hoped that Meng Xing could witness this scene with his own eyes.

Meng Xing understood what he meant. He paused for a moment, turned around, and waited with Wen Rulan for the return of spring.

The light is getting hotter and brighter. The darkness continues to recede, and the bright day covers the sky, shining on every corner of Noah's city. People cheered and took off their heavy coats, running and jumping in the muddy water where the snow had melted.

Meng Xing was carrying Wen Rulan on his back and it was not convenient for him to make such a big move to express his joy. He and Wen Rulan looked at each other and then smiled at the same time.

They turned their heads at the same time and watched the moment when the "Golden Crow" really rose and illuminated the city.

That should be an extremely magnificent scene, and it should also be the scene that opens a new era for mankind.

But when Meng Xing actually saw that scene, he found that the light was more dazzling than he imagined, because it was not only white sunlight, but also red firelight.

A huge explosion swept through the city, hurting the eardrums of Meng Xing and Wen Rulan even though they were far apart.

It only took a moment for their expressions to change from joy to stunned stupefaction.

The auxiliary tower located in the northeast corner exploded.

The tower tilted and was destroyed in the flames.

The crowd was also stunned. In their stunned state, despair once again appeared on their faces, but suddenly someone reminded them: "It doesn't matter! The central tower is the most important. As long as two auxiliary towers remain, they can operate normally."

Despair receded amidst the reminders. People patted their chests and took a breath amid lingering shock.

Meng Xing also thought of this and wanted to comfort Wen Rulan. But before he could say anything, there was another huge "bang" sound.

Coming from the southeast corner, another auxiliary tower also exploded, and it was also destroyed in the flames of the explosion.

There are only two auxiliary towers left, the last two.

The city suddenly became quiet. No one cheered or spoke. People looked at the last two auxiliary towers with fear and prayed to the gods in their hearts.

But there is no god in this world, or in other words, the god who protects this dream is too busy to take care of himself and cannot answer their prayers.

Like a continuous salute, the second explosion was quickly followed by the third and fourth.

The central tower still stood intact in the center. Meng Xing, the captain and others spent a lot of effort to guard this most important core, but except for this core, all the other auxiliary towers were blown up.

The firelight reflected on the pupils of Meng Xing and Wen Rulan, as well as the pupils of everyone inside and outside the city.

The "Golden Crow" was falling, losing the central tower of the auxiliary tower, and the light and heat began to dissipate.

The wind and snow outside lost their resistance, riding on the airflow of the explosion, sweeping towards the city with a more ferocious momentum than before.

The sky returned to darkness and the earth became frozen again.

Hope is like an illusory bubble. After a short existence, it is swallowed up by greater despair.

Who brings despair? Is it heaven?

Maybe, maybe not.

God brings doomsday, but the real reason for the explosion of the auxiliary tower is whether it is carelessness during the exchange of fire or an attack by a crazy person taking advantage of the chaos. In the final analysis, it all stems from the power struggle within the government. If they had not fought, there would not have been such a big hole in their defense, and there would not have been such a situation where all four auxiliary towers were destroyed.

Whether it is the government forces or the rebels, they are only fighting for power. No one wants to usher in such a demise.

But the final outcome was exactly like this, like a mockery of everyone.

A mockery of those who strive for power, a mockery of those in high positions who arrange the lives and deaths of others, and a mockery of the scientists who have been studying so hard for so long.

Wen Rulan hoped that her research would light up the snow-covered night, and it did light up the night, but in such a destructive way.

Despair requires time to react, because it is frightening and unacceptable.

After the explosion sounded for a long time, the stunned people reacted.

Some of them took off their coats during the previous warming, but now the ice and snow returned, and the cold hit their thin clothes.

But they didn't put on their clothes anymore. Instead, they lay directly in the wind and snow, smiling and waving their arms, burying themselves in the ice and snow.

Some people continued to run and jump on the street, looking happy, as if everything had stopped not long ago.

Some people were crying loudly, crying at the top of their lungs. There was no longer the joy and redemption in their cries, only the despair of destruction.

They look like crazy people, like crazy people.

In the wind and snow, there was another loud noise in the city. It was no longer an explosion, but the vast and majestic roar of a dragon. The giant black dragon with wings soared into the sky, its muscular body swimming in the night.

The giant snake followed closely behind him. Unable to fly, he climbed up the central tower that reached straight into the sky. The snake's body coiled tightly around the tower, chasing Yinglong soaring in the sky.

Under the phantom of doom, dragons and snakes dance wildly.

The boundaries between science and mythology are blurred at this moment. This is a scene that subverts people's cognition. Those legendary gods and demons really exist and are fighting right in front of their eyes.

But no one cares. They go their own way, venting their last madness before the end.

Meng Xing put Wen Rulan down from his back. It seemed that they no longer needed to escape, because they were destined to die in the wind and snow of the doomsday.

The drink vending machine on the roadside was smashed, and people were fighting for the liquor stored in it. They were drunk and dreaming.

Wen Rulan saw this scene. He suddenly stepped forward and snatched a bottle of Zui Sheng Meng Si from the crowd.

The expressions on people's faces when they were fighting were ferocious and terrifying, because they had no fear and just wanted to welcome death in the drunkenness of life and death. They fought for it without holding anything back. In such a situation, no matter how precious the treasure was, it was not as good as the bottle of drunkenness and dreams at this moment.

But Wen Rulan's expression was even more terrifying, so terrifying that those people couldn't help but let go, allowing him to seize the bottle of drunkenness.

He returned to Meng Xing with the wine. Meng Xing was stunned. He had this expression after all four auxiliary towers were blown up.

He didn't want to give up, but he didn't know what to do.

He was sluggish and confused, as if he could no longer react to anything, until Wen Rulan opened the wine bottle in front of him, drank more than half of it, and then pounced on him.

Meng Xing was thrown and fell to the snow. When he finally came to his senses, he found Wen Rulan kissing him. Wen Rulan lay on top of Meng Xing, kissing him a little frantically and eagerly.

Regardless of the occasion or the location, he just wanted to retain a little more of each other's warmth before death separated them.

The strong smell of alcohol came towards Meng Xing from the entangled lips and tongues. Although he didn't actually drink the wine, Meng Xing seemed to be a little drunk just by smelling the aroma.

Drunkness makes people comfortable and happy. The brain numbed by alcohol actually feels a touch of warmth in such a wind and snow. Even if you are going to die soon, dying in fear and dying in such intoxication are obviously more important. Be more accepting.

Drunken life and dreaming of death... If you can always indulge in beautiful dreams, even if you die in your dream, it seems not bad.

Meng Xing was almost indulging in the drunkenness with Wen Rulan, but deep in his heart, he was shouting and resisting.

Don't live in a dream!

Meng Xing pushed Wen Rulan away with all his strength, but Wen Rulan pressed forward again. Meng Xing also pushed away again. He held Wen Rulan's shoulders to prevent him from getting closer to him.

Wen Rulan couldn't break free. He looked at Meng Xing below, shook his head, and murmured in a slightly crying voice: "It's over, Meng Xing..."

There was a look of despair on his face, and he had already accepted this outcome.

On August 8, Wen Rulan died at the end of the world.

But Meng Xing refused to accept it. His fingers holding Wen Rulan's shoulders tightened tightly, and he shouted loudly and firmly: "It's not over yet!"

"It's not over yet!" He said again. He suddenly pulled Wen Rulan close to him. He held Wen Rulan in his arms and let her press against his solid chest. He kept repeating it to Wen Rulan, Also tell yourself: “It’s not over yet!”

After a moment, he let go of his hand again, stood up from the ground, and pulled Wen Rulan with him.

Suddenly there was a card in his palm. He turned the card face forward and said to Wen Rulan: "Let's go east! Go to the end of the sky! Find the New Sun!"

"Let's go east!"

Wen Rulan looked at him blankly. His eyes moved from Meng Xing's determined face to the other man's hand. He saw a golden card.

Snowflakes were still falling, but all the ice and snow melted under the heat when they came around this card.

Meng Xing has not activated this card yet, but even though the power is still restrained in this SSR-level card, the opponent's heat cannot stop flowing out.

It was a three-legged bird that looked like a crow.

Three-legged golden crow.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020072702:02:052020072802:37:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: vo1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 57 bottles were awarded; shut up 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!