Chapter 167 Disease

Chapter 167 Disease

The singing was so gentle.

Harmony makes people put down their weapons, think about the meaning of fighting, and listen to the meaning contained in the song.

"Please stop fighting."

"There's no point in continuing to kill each other."

“Blood and tears should not be the scars of this land. Please look at the faces of the children. For the future of this planet, please stop fighting!”

Obviously the robin said nothing, it just sang softly, and its gentle song spread throughout the battlefield. An invisible field covered the entire battlefield, and people stared at the girl walking towards the front line in a daze.

The girl has white wings and is as beautiful and holy as an angel, as if her existence means healing.

A new world where there is no more pain, no more sorrow, no more suffering.

Please trust me.

The robin did not close her eyes. She wanted to use these eyes to remember this land covered with blood. Perhaps a small person is not enough to change the world.

But she can change herself.

She came here because she was a robin.

If you are a robin, you will definitely stand here and put this idea into practice with actions.

How can we have a good future if we can't stop people from fighting?

The robin didn't want to just go through the motions - yes, that way no harm would come to him, the safety of the big star was much more important than the entire population of the planet Kaspernyat combined.

She always said that a person's value should not be measured by his or her life, and that every living person is an independent individual.

But the reality is never like this. There is a distance between people that is farther than the sky and the earth. One... no, one hundred Kaspernyats put together are not as valuable as a robin.

All the robin has to do is show a natural expression of sadness in the safest family protection zone, and the photo will spread throughout the universe within half a system time, allowing the galaxy to sing praises to the kindness of Ms. Robin.

How great, and how sad.

The robin understood, but was unwilling to follow.

Whether it is a family or a company, they can save the planet with a wave of their hands, but they can also push it to destruction at will.

Before coming, An Ming had sorted out the interests involved with her. The company doesn't care about the lives of the people here, as long as the liquid crystal mine can continue to be mined.

A few mining ships were nothing to the company, and showing weakness in the eyes of the rebels was nothing but the company's heartfelt disdain.

Just like when people see ants climbing on their shoes on the roadside, they may find it interesting and observe it for a short while, or they may directly shake it off to the ground and crush it into meat paste without mercy.

When the gap is so huge, the disdain that is deep in one's bones will not care about the ups and downs of such a small person.

There is never any understanding between people.

The robin walked towards the front line of the battlefield step by step. People put down their weapons wherever they passed and watched the beautiful girl slowly walking by with confused eyes.

The song of harmony heals the pain in people’s hearts and also heals the stubborn diseases of this land.

It's really difficult to realize such a small ideal.

The robin doesn't care what others think, whether they say she is naive or a saint, she just wants to create the paradise she once longed for.

Every time the robin saw the sadness between Sunday's brows, he knew that it was not that the world was gentle, but that his family had never let him be exposed to the wind and rain.

The world has always been cruel, but she has a brother and a lover who love her.

The wings of her family protect her from wind and rain, and her pure white feathers are never touched by dirt.

It was not until he faced the reality that the robin realized that even if he became a big star in the galaxy, he couldn't seem to change anything.

The only thing she can change is herself.

"Big sister, has your dream come true?"

In a trance, the robin seemed to see the little bird behind her pulling her skirt and looking at her with innocent eyes.

Reality never changes because of one person.

When Robin saw An Ming beside him, he finally smiled gently, "Well, it has been achieved."

The ideal world may never exist, but the desired future is right now - every moment with An Ming.

An Ming was right beside her. No matter how absurd her ideals were, he would never make fun of her. Instead, he would seriously think about how to implement them.

"Mockingbird, your choices all have meaning."

Those gentle words always encouraged Robin to keep moving forward, allowing her to muster up the courage to step onto the initial stage.

"The harmonious singing voice is indeed well-deserved," Zhenzhu held her chin with her hand and smiled, "I am also a half fan of Miss Mockingbird."

"you?"

The woman with long crimson hair sighed in boredom, "You asked me to come here just like this? You're just a star chaser."

"Long Jing, sometimes, eyes are very important, and the most important thing is the eyes that discover."

"You mean the Son of Order? Ever since he took over the Oak family, Pinocchio has become as steady as an old dog in dealing with the outside world. It's impossible to tear him apart."

Long Jing found it very boring. She originally thought that the discordant sound born from harmony would change the world, but that guy was just like an ordinary person. After becoming the head of the Oak family, he became even more boring, like a lifeless old man.

She likes fighting, especially fighting with the strong. For this reason, she can even delegate the company's purpose to a subordinate. As long as she can be killed, there will be hope of reversal.

Blood is the joyful battle. The winner will be deprived of everything, and the loser will become one of the countless souls killed by the gun.

"The harmony is still so hypocritical," Long Jing said with a sigh, "But the singing is very pure, which is rare."

"It's rare to get your approval."

"This world should be so pure, battles are so pure, and songs are so pure too," Long Jing did not hesitate to praise the robin. No impurities could be heard in her singing, which was like a miracle bestowed by Hippie.

"Look, the seeds of hatred have already taken root and sprouted, and the harmonious singing cannot melt the flames of hatred."

Time and fate are reflected in Zhenzhu's pupils. The appearance of Dragon Crystal here is also the last guarantee. She cannot be sure what kind of monster will come out after that.

The true Son of Order is about to be born.

There was a bloody smell in the wind; it was anger, hatred condensed from blood and tears, and an evil that could not be eradicated.

The robin thinks too simply about human nature.

In unison, the pitch-black guns were slowly raised, expressing hatred, blood, and anger.

"What can your singing change?"

When the robin saw the boy who had lost both legs and was lying in a pool of blood, he slowly raised the pistol in his hand and pointed the gun at the robin as they sang in unison.

to die.

The land is roaring.

Late kindness is more disgusting than evil.

A violent flash of fire burst out from the dark muzzle of the gun, and it was the boy who fell down.

An Ming silently put down the pistol, as if nothing had happened, and gently wiped the halo above the robin's head with a white cloth.