Chapter 117 Is the Sky Crying?
"An Ming, you are sick."
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An Ming looked at the serious Xing with a confused face. Xing Ye pushed Liu Ying away with one hand and sat opposite An Ming with a serious face.
"Since March Seven got infected with you, he has become very strange. Yes, and there is also the firefly next to you. Don't you think everything is very weird?"
Xing murmured, and finally revealed a look of enlightenment: "No wonder you write that kind of novel, in fact... you are a succubus!"
The speculation that came out of Xing's mouth shocked An Ming and made him numb.
Liuying was not concerned about this, but... "March 7th?"
"Wait, this is really embarrassing!" An Ming immediately felt a murderous intent, sweating profusely and hugged Xing in front of him, saying that you have to solve the trouble yourself!
It was the first time that Xing felt such a strong murderous aura. Wait, is this really the same Liu Ying who was as gentle as a little firefly? There must be something wrong. This is not right!
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!" Xing swallowed his saliva, afraid that Master Ying would ignite the sea right now, "What I mean is... San Yueqi has been infected with An Ming's second-year syndrome, and has been wanting to become a star god recently."
"Well, of course I know."
Liuying put down the transformation device with a smile. Xing and Anming both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. It was almost as if both of them had died.
An Ming used a look that was like Morse code to signal Xing to turn around and chat privately on his phone. Besides, he was really wronged this time. How could March 7th have infected him?
It doesn't make sense. It makes absolutely no sense!
"Let's not talk about this for now," Xing Jiang pulled An Ming to his side and whispered, "I've also figured out the situation in Yaliluo. As long as we resolve the star core, the contradiction will naturally be resolved. If it doesn't work, I'll take you to rob the rich and help the poor. It will be a perfect development anyway."
"so?"
"Let's go get rid of the star core."
"When you say we, are you talking about you or me?"
"I can carry the speakers!" Xing's eyes looked like they were about to break, meaning that if you continue talking, you won't be able to be good partners anymore.
An Ming patted Xing's shoulder, implying that they were good brothers for life, and showed a resolute look, "You mean, we should snap off the star core in advance?"
"That's right!"
Xing nodded, showing a rare reliable expression, "The conflict between the upper and lower urban areas is deep-rooted, but it is essentially due to the continuous compression of living space by the star core and the mining of the earth's marrow necessary for the cold wave."
There is still room for reconciliation between the nobles and the common people, but the star core is the insurmountable wall - the despair of reality.
An Ming took a step back in fear, pointed at Xing's head and shouted angrily: "Dan Heng, get out of Xing's head!"
Dan Heng who happened to be passing by: "?"
Xing angrily elbowed An Ming and said, "When you have made up your mind, come find me."
An Ming seemed to see a task prompt [Side Quest - Xing's Invitation] pop up above Xing's head. Task reward: Xing will praise you for being awesome.
"She's funny, isn't she?"
"So, Xing Zhen was once a star core hunter?"
An Ming couldn't help but feel curious when he saw Liuying's reaction. After all, this was one of the unsolved mysteries of Star Iron.
Liuying smiled softly, "Yes, he is an important partner...but why did he become what he is now? You should ask Elio."
It’s not that she didn’t care about Xing, but she was a little depressed during that time because she missed An Ming, and the main executor of the mission was Kafka.
The two walked hand in hand on the streets of Panyan Town. Although the color here is gloomy, one can still feel the breath of life.
"Firefly."
"Ok?"
"Before you leave, I have something to tell you."
Liuying saw the seriousness in An Ming's eyes, pursed her lips and smiled: "Is it not possible now?"
An Ming scratched his head, thinking that the key props were not in place yet, and he couldn't do it even if he wanted to.
"Actually... we need to go somewhere else. Well, the sense of ritual is very important. This is what Yingbao taught me."
"Okay."
Liuying put her hands behind her back and took a few steps forward, her green skirt fluttering. She turned around and stretched out her right hand to An Ming, "I'm good at waiting."
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"Mockingbird..."
"You already have the wings to fly into the sky, and I can't keep you imprisoned in this beautiful dream forever."
"Robin, you know what?"
"The only thing a bird with broken wings can do is to look up at the blue sky. Yes, just gaze."
In that steel forest of purple and red, in that most painful dream—
The robin did not want to continue reminiscing.
The Tianhuan tribe’s homeland—the Cachipe ruins.
The patter of raindrops fell on the moist soil, the new green dotted the brown soil, and a few solitary flowers bloomed under the shade of the trees.
The transparent umbrellas interweave into gorgeous colors among the raindrops. The robin gently takes off the mask, revealing the beautiful face that drives countless fans around the world crazy.
The eyes, as blue as the sky after rain and dotted with green halos, are the family's most precious works of art.
"you..."
"He hasn't come back yet."
The robin didn't know whether the murmur contained relief or loss.
She was not yet ready to touch her illusive beloved with her no longer clean hands.
This land once experienced an irreparable disaster. People say that the withered soil can never bloom flowers again, and the people who walked out of it can never sing moving songs.
"An Ming, I promised you that I would let the whole world hear our song."
"I did it..."
"But I've lost you forever."
If she had been given another chance to choose, perhaps the ending would not have been so extreme.
What is the price of freedom?
If the price of freedom is losing An Ming, is that really the freedom she wants?
Over the years, the robin has asked himself countless times: Is this kind of freedom really freedom... or is it a cage called freedom?
The moment he saw An Ming's name on the shopping list, Robin felt sad. If it was because of her that he couldn't even rest in peace...
The robin would never be able to forgive himself.
Only she is qualified to sing the final elegy.
Let the souls wandering in the world rest in peace.
This piece of homeland has buried too many pasts. The robin does not care if the mud dirty its luxurious shoes, and follows the familiar direction in its memory.
Walk to the place where you first met him.
The drizzle gradually stopped. The robin gently shook off the water droplets on the umbrella and walked on the small puddles humming softly.
"The raindrops fall one by one"
"Home where the rainbow hangs in the blue sky"
"Is the sky shedding tears~?"
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Regarding the upcoming pacing issue, do you think Yalilo's plot should be faster or slower?
After Yalilo, it is the Fairy Boat, and after a short section of the Fairy Boat, it is the Robin simulation. This is the current outline.
Collect some opinions and I will adjust the plot ratio~