The off-road convoy was driving on the empty lunar wilderness, and there was nothing but dust on the nearly 100-kilometer journey.
There are no trees, no bugs, and it looks more barren than the ice fields on the earth's polar circle.
The "aboriginal" life moon dust demon that once existed on the moon, except for a very small number of living bodies that are kept in human laboratories like specimens, the wild existence has long been slaughtered.
Whether it is from the perspective of interests or threats, it is impossible for human beings to tolerate the appearance of civilized aliens on their home planet.
Of course, there is also a very important reason, they are not cute at all!
From the perspective of human aesthetics, it can even be said to be ugly, with a rough shell and sharp edges and corners. It looks a bit like a mixture of cockroaches and praying mantises, and there is no way to arouse people's desire for protection.
Such an ugly thing will be destroyed when it is destroyed, and it has not aroused the indignation of various animal protection organizations. Biodiversity is best left to living specimens in the laboratory.
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With the loss of the only indigenous life, the surface of the moon, except for the human settlements, became completely dead.
The surface of the moon, which is completely composed of inorganic substances, is still so harsh that even cockroaches and mice cannot survive even with an artificial atmosphere.
In just ten years, with the reconstruction project of fortification in mind, human beings don't have much thought to improve the environment of the moon. It is already very good for billions of people to survive.
"Could it be that this guy has been cultivating so hard that he hasn't even visited the surface of the moon?" Yun Ruyan, code-named Red Fox, was puzzled by the man in white who had been staring out the window.
"Looking at his eyes, could it be that he has retreated for too long and developed autism?"
Occasionally, the news also reports that a cultivator in a certain place imitated the records of ancient books to practice in seclusion, put down his mobile phone and had no contact with human beings for two years, and suffered from a slight language barrier when he left the seclusion...
Just as Yun Ruyan flashed through this series of thoughts, her gaze happened to meet the man in white who turned his head to look at her.
"Your name?" Bai Mo asked slowly after looking at each other for a few seconds.
The man in white is one of the vests he left on the moon.
When it is not activated on weekdays, it is basically in a deep sleep state. This is also the reason why the bookstore owner seems to only know how to sleep all day long in the eyes of outsiders.
If you look at it in an analogy, this vest is like an arm that belongs to Baimo, with an extremely long reflection arc.
Every bit of information from the outside world is transmitted from the moon to the earth, and after the thinking of the earth itself, it returns to the moon to respond. It is the distance between the earth and the moon that causes a few seconds of delay in his control of the moon clone.
So if there is no particularly important matter, Bai Mo will not use them.
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As for the books in the bookstore, they were fragments of memory that emerged unconsciously in his sleep. Everything was just a product of illusory fantasy, so naturally there was no problem of being stolen.
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"The clouds are like smoke." Although she felt that her flattery was useless, she still tried her best to impress the other party, and said her name openly.
Even though the debate between the sentient way and the ruthless way has been going on for many years, I have never heard of anyone who has really done anything too ruthless.
Everyone lives under the same sky, and the complete separation of God and man is just an unattainable ultimate idea.
"He is still willing to take the initiative to speak, maybe I still have hope!"
"A member of the Yun family?"
"Yes, Tianqing Yun's family." Yun Ruyan replied immediately.
"It used to be Tianqing." She added.
"After so many years, Yun Jie should be at the sixth level." Bai Mo recalled what happened more than ten years ago.
"You... know the Patriarch?"
As one of the former top leaders of the superpower Huaya Federation, most people on the earth have heard of the name Yunjie.
But what Yun Ruyan asked was obviously not this, what she wanted to know was whether the two had a private friendship.
Under the intertwined tree of Yun's family, she is just an insignificant twig, and she has only a little relationship with the master's family where Yun Jie lives.
Except for Yun, who has the same surname, she doesn't have any contact with her on weekdays, and her family's social status is maintained by relying on this little shadowy relationship.
More than 20 years, if the backbone is willing, it is enough to run a huge interest group with a group of fifth-level and sixth-level masters as the core.
"In a hundred years, how different will they be from the bloodline families in the Manghuang Realm?" Bai Mo suddenly thought of this question.
The circle of extraordinary people is becoming more and more closed, and power, force, and wealth are all concentrated in their hands.
The mutual cooperation of avatars, automated machines, and big data program engines enables a single high-level practitioner to exert the productivity of hundreds of thousands of people.
It is impossible for ordinary people to compete with these monsters in the workplace based on their personal work ability alone. Most of them can only pick some jobs that they don't like.
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"I haven't seen you for almost ten years." He said after a few seconds of silence.
The conversation between the two stopped abruptly, leaving only the sound of cars whizzing by.
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About two hours later, the convoy stopped outside a suburban villa.
"Are they so afraid of me?" Bai Mo glanced at the surrounding situation.
Outside a lonely villa, there are only a few soldiers standing guard, but above their heads, there are three satellite railguns aiming in space.
There are also two small hydrogen bombs buried in the ground, and an unknown bomb with a slightly mysterious atmosphere that seems to have a strong curse ability.
The two soldiers had already opened the door of the villa without checking the passport. They also seemed to vaguely know what was hidden under their bodies, and they seemed a little restless.
Keeping in the dark, Yun Ruyan looked suspiciously at the two extremely irresponsible soldiers.
"Even if it's just the projection avatars of some important people, they shouldn't be so relaxed, as if they don't care about someone sneaking in secretly."
"I'll wait for you outside." Yun Ruyan wisely chose to stay outside, and an inexplicable subconscious in her body was reminding her that she must never follow in.
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Just as Bai Mo passed through the outer gate, the inner door also opened automatically.
It's just that from the outside, the house is so dark that you can't see anything, the clouds are like smoke, and you can see it from a distance, and it looks a bit like a monster who chooses and eats people with a big mouth.
"Welcome." The moment they stepped into the inner door, more than a dozen voices said in unison.
From the outside, there is only a dark inner room, but in fact it is brightly lit.
Eighteen projection avatars that look like real people are sitting on a giant round table in front of Bai Mo, most of them are his old acquaintances.
The only vacant seat happened to be the one closest to him.