Chapter 180 Tribute to the Legendary Love Master
The robin lowered her eyes to look at the starry sky outside the cabin. The Milky Way was gorgeous and infinite. Over the years, she had traveled to many planets and seen many beautiful scenery and interesting people.
But no one can compare to An Ming.
What's the point of beautiful scenery? A world without peace is so lonely. If I can't hear the piano anymore, what's the fun of singing?
In the years since leaving Anming, the only thing that Robin really cared about was the reconstruction of Kachipe. Although the memory tower that Anming once left behind had disappeared, the negative impact brought by the star core also subsided.
Today, thanks to a large investment from Robin, Catchpee has largely restored its ecology, and the lush greenery has a beauty that has not been polluted by human technology.
If the robin wanted, she could develop this place into a dream place that was no less than Pinocchio's, but Cachipe was a planet with important memories for her, Sunday, and Anming.
The robin will not share the memories of this place with anyone, nor will it allow irrelevant people to destroy these memories.
Kachipe is now her private planet. No one except her can enter without permission. Only on Sundays can people go there directly.
Mockingbird reconstructed the buildings of Catchpete one to one according to her memory, but she knew very well that this was nothing but a ridiculous self-deception.
What matters is never the same buildings, but the people who were once here.
The robin chuckled, so beautiful, yet so slightly sad.
Is it that she is unwilling to let go, or is it that An Ming has never left?
"Miss Robin, the Jade Gate of Luofu is closed and no ships are allowed to enter or exit," the crew member respectfully informed Robin of Luofu's current situation.
This sailing vessel was sponsored by the company to support Yalilo, and the crew members are naturally all employees of the company. How could they not be aware of the importance of the identity of the person in front of them?
It is no exaggeration to say that Robin is now an important figure that the entire universe cannot ignore. Before "that incident", she was just an ordinary galactic star, and no matter how famous she was, she was just a star.
But after rescuing Pinocchio, the robin is now more like a spiritual symbol, with countless devout believers.
This is an important factor that no force can ignore. Although Robin has always maintained a neutral stance in front of the media, who can guarantee that Robin will always do so?
Perhaps even the name of the Amber Age should be described by the three words "Robin", because it was the age of robins.
"Well, hard work."
The robin nodded slightly and smiled kindly, "You don't need to worry about the rest."
"No, it's our pleasure. I wish you a pleasant journey."
The crew bowed and walked away quickly, their backs already soaked with sweat. The robin looked so kind and gentle, why did it seem like it was facing some terrifying existence?
Even when facing Lord Topa, I wouldn't have such a feeling.
The robin's blue eyes reflected the beautiful Milky Way. It walked to the cabin door with brisk steps like a melody and gently pressed the open button.
The white wings slowly spread out, wrapped around the delicate body of the robin, and carried her to the Milky Way.
Just like a little bird free in the universe, flying towards the destined sky.
The robin only knows that where An Ming is, there is a truly free sky.
No one understands her, no one supports her choice, but so what? She no longer cares about what those people think since a long time ago.
An Ming is hers.
This time, no matter right or wrong, even if An Ming wanted to create the Garden of Eden again, she would accompany him.
Even if this boring world is destroyed, as long as I can be with the one I love, it will be a happy future.
The robin spread her wings, and the halo above her head shone with harmonious light. She was confident that she could sneak into Luofu, but there was no need.
Most of the world knows her name.
The robin symbolizes hope and love. This is an indisputable truth and no one can refuse the robin.
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"Senior sister, drink tea."
An Ming pushed the steaming hot sweet tea onto the tea table and smiled at Fu Xuan who was sitting opposite him.
Fu Xuan changed into more homely light pajamas, still in white fluttering clothes. From a distance, she looked like a banished fairy who could not be desecrated. The Dharma eyes on her forehead added a bit of mystery to her.
The white calves were lightly raised, Fu Xuan stretched out his hand and placed it on the wall of the cup, feeling the long-lost temperature of the tea, and a tenderness that was difficult to conceal flashed in his eyes.
With a "smack!", the small sword was slapped beside the tea table. Fu Xuan snorted softly, "This doesn't mean that I won't hold you accountable for your affair outside."
"Just temporarily, I'll let you go for now."
Fu Xuan took a sip of sweet tea and immediately turned his face away, afraid that An Ming would see the tears that he couldn't hold back.
Crystal clear tears fell on the wooden floor with a plop. Even though the tea was so sweet, it brought out the bitterness in my heart and made me swallow it.
Fu Xuan felt aggrieved, but as a fortune teller she had no one to confide in. The only ones who could hear her thoughts were the bright moon in the night and the peach tree that never bloomed.
"Xuan'er."
An Ming hugged Fu Xuan tightly, "I was wrong."
"Wrong?" Fu Xuan held back his tears, turned around and stared at An Ming, "How would you know it's wrong?"
An Ming stared into Fu Xuan's eyes, remembering what the legendary love guru Xing once taught him - "When a girl scolds you, she doesn't want you to apologize, but wants you to hug her tightly and kiss her hard!"
Even though this love master had no practical experience and had only just woken up a few months ago, he still convinced An Ming with his confident eyes that were enough to defeat Nanook.
San Yueqi's evaluation is: "One dares to speak, the other dares to believe, two geniuses."
An Ming didn't say anything, nor did he give Fu Xuan a chance to continue speaking. He hugged her tightly and kissed her lips that were still soaked with the scent of tea.
Fu Xuan subconsciously widened her beautiful eyes, and her hands resisted slightly for a moment before gently placing them on An Ming's chest.
Her beautiful eyes gradually became blurred and she shed tears of grievance, as if she wanted to make up for all the time she lost An Ming.
How can I kiss enough?
An Ming owed her too many kisses over the years. "Stupid An Ming...it's too late even if we start now," Fu Xuan said with flushed cheeks, tilting his head back and breathing heavily.
"Then keep kissing me every day until I've had enough."
"Rogue, pervert, bad guy!" Fu Xuan's eyes were a little evasive, and he whispered shyly: "I like..."
Only An Ming could treat her like this.
Fu Xuan was willing to do so.
The bitterness surging in my heart quietly turned into sweetness. As expected...the sweet tea made by An Ming is the best.