Global Live Broadcast Show of Affection

In the interstellar year of 5050, mankind has ushered in two major historical turning points - the invasion of alien civilization and the launch of the interstellar survival game. The former brings human civilization to the brink of extinction, while the latter saves mankind from endless despair. Hara Makino was recorded in the history textbooks of later generations as a tragic hero of this era. [He and Bai Qishui, the uncrowned king who finally won the game and gave mankind a glimmer of hope, were close friends with each other. They were the two brightest stars in the dark night at that time. [Human beings could have had two scorching suns, but one of them fell before dawn. [The day Bai Qishui won the championship, he came back bathed in blood. The day when Yuan Muye died was designated as the Night of Hope, and the whole world celebrated it. "I will always be ashamed of one person. This crown does not belong to me." Facing the live broadcast screen, Bai Qishui lost his smile for the first time, and was replaced by pain that was too deep to be added. ——"Bright Stars" "Who is his best friend?" "Of course it doesn't belong to him! Bai Qishui, you despicable villain, you plotted against me for the sake of the throne, regardless of the feelings of the same clan!" Hara Makino, who has been floating in the sky in ghost mode for 50 years, is about to explode with anger. He swore that if it happened again, he would definitely kill Bai Qishui in advance! Then he went back. He was reborn in 5050, when he first entered the game. … PK1. Bai Qishui asked him to form a team for the first time. Yuan Muye raised his knife and dropped it. If the rescuer was just one second late, Bai Qishui would be dead. Yuan Muye wiped the knife and looked at Bai Qishui with disdain, "Just you?" PK2. Bai Qishui came to the rescue for the second time. Yuan Muye crushed the alien beast army with his absolute strength. He wiped the blood from his lips with his left hand and said with a fierce expression, "With you?" PK3. Bai Qishui blocked the fatal knife for him for the third time. Yuan Muye held the unconscious Bai Qishui with an unclear expression. Bai Qishui's brain is flooded. Do you want to block a knife for him? Small Theater 1 The night before dawn. Bai Qishui's blood-stained hand held the crown of thorns and placed it on his head. His face, which always had a fake smile, rarely softened, "My king." Small Theater 2 Earth in front of virtual live projection. Everyone prayed devoutly for the final victory of mankind. They thought they would see some extreme survival, fighting between dragons and tigers, and the speed of life and death. Who knows—— I was forced to stuff a mouthful of dog food. Purpose: Strive for the light of mankind