“Tomorrow... Sigh! It’s Tomorrow!”Zhao Lin didn’t struggle. He knew that Meng Jingtian wouldn’t do anything to him. It could be said that he had nothing to fear. He just turned his head to look at the scene outside the window.
“Tomorrow... you mean, our human consciousness will continue in the game, and this world... is going to end?”Meng Jingtian let go of Zhao Lin and muttered in shock.
To him, the game was just a game. No matter how real it was, it could not replace the real world that he had lived in for more than 20 years!
Moreover, if only his consciousness continued to exist in the game, would he still be... alive?
Meng Jingtian could not accept the sudden news for a while.
“Maybe it’s not what you think. I only know that this game is not developed by any country. Do you think that no one will care about what you do in the game? They can’t!”
