In the morning, I was under great psychological pressure to say hello to Bing Dad and Bing Mom, and then we had breakfast together. The expressions on the faces of the two parents during the whole process... I won’t describe it for you to imagine, anyway, it looks quite panicked, Kuva Because the uncle was so handsome that he could almost become the richest man in the world by swiping his credit card with his face, but before he finished his breakfast, he forced three folds on his cheeks, and Aunt Aisha also looked inexplicably excited I am grateful for her enthusiasm for constantly adding vegetables to me—before my sight is completely blocked by the food in front of me.
"Look how worried your parents are," I grumbled with Bingtis in the depths of my soul, "but this reaction seems to be a bit exaggerated."
"It's okay for them to come and go," Bingtis replied sleepily, "Actually, they are deliberately exaggerating, trying to give the concubine a sense of urgency, and by the way, give you some pressure. They have used this trick hundreds of times. It’s all over the place, you just ignore them and it’s fine.”
I laughed dryly, and I didn't know whether to lament Bing's father and mother's deliberately exaggerated "cute" style, or to lament that Bingtis knew his father well, or to lament Bingtis' indifferent character . After thinking about it, I think it's better not to sigh: this family of three has been entertaining like this for hundreds of millions of years, and I may not be able to sigh until the next millennium. I still continue to feed the dead fish-eyed sister Bing next to me. Speaking of which, I am quite proficient in this task now. Not only do I know the taste of Bingtis, but I can even judge whether she is full based on intuition and feeding memory: this all depends on the soul of Bingtis being constantly in my mind. Stop blindly.
I took care of the dumb Bing sister like a child, taught her to open her mouth, reminded her to eat slowly, fed her water, and even patted her on the back when she choked on occasional drinks (although this is not good for the protoss. What influence), because the body is not coordinated, simple movements will make mistakes, and I have to help her wipe the corners of her mouth and the food residue on her clothes from time to time. This bunch of actions are very cumbersome, but they are not boring. On the one hand, it is really a pleasure to watch such a beautiful girl eating blankly.
It's such a sad story.
I think the dead fish-eyed Bingtis in this brainless state is much cuter than the normal version of her, but looking back, it seems that the normal version of Bingtis is also quite... unique. And besides that, there was one more thing, the frisky Sister Bing hadn't been scurrying around in front of my eyes for too long, and I really missed that figure a little bit.
Although this second-hand female hooligan is actually always by my side, she is temporarily divided into two parts and stored separately. It will always be strange if they are not assembled. Can you imagine eating boiled noodles in plain water today and drinking boiled water to make seasonings tomorrow? What does the bag feel like? A female hooligan like Bingtis needs to have a healthy body and a ghostly soul to support her...
"I still have to go to Father God later, right?" Bingtis said suddenly, "We should be able to have a preliminary result today, Mr. Sauvre's work efficiency has always been insane."
I helped Bingtis (body) wipe his face with ease, cleaned up the crumbs on his clothes, and straightened his hair, while nodding: "Well, there are two things to do when you come to the God Realm, and now you have done this one. , and concentrate on checking the information for the rest. By the way, you didn’t sleep well last night, so let’s make up for it now, and I’ll call you if something happens.”
Bingtis snorted. Although the soul form does not need to breathe, she still yawned to show that she was ready to sleep. I was thinking about three questions at the same time: Does God need to yawn, does the soul need to sleep, and what does Bingtis do with his hair when he sleeps? Before I could ask, I heard a vicious threat coming from my mind: "You have to try again if you dare to ask about hair!"
I twitched the corners of my mouth dumbfounded, and then saw Aunt Aisha looking at me with a smile on her face. Well, Bingtis was right. Just now her parents exaggerated on purpose to put her under psychological pressure. Now Aisha Isn't Li's eyes quite normal? Uncle Kuvain also ended his meal like a steady old gentleman, waiting for the shadow servant to clean up the tableware.
"She fell asleep. She didn't have a good rest last night. I asked her to make up for it." Although I'm not sure, I guess these two should be able to feel that Bingtis' soul has just changed from active to quiet, so there is such a thing. Changes in demeanor, so I told them about Bingtis falling asleep.
"It's a very troublesome silly girl." Aunt Aisha smiled gracefully. She didn't look like Bingtis' mother at all. Because God doesn't age, she looked almost like Bingtis' sisters. The same, even to the point of not being able to tell whether it is the elder sister or the younger sister. When she smiled like this, I could vaguely see the shadow of Bingtis: Although the two people have very different personalities, they seem to have similar smiles.
"Well, she's very active. After getting used to it, I feel that her temper is actually not bad, at least it's very real." I smiled back, and what I said was from my heart: Bingtis' temper may be a bit too intense for most people Yes, but thanks to the inertia of void creatures, I feel that I can adapt to communicating with people with any kind of temperament—do you think that a head like that of Qianqian can still be in tune with me like a natural creation
"Actually, we also know that being in such a hurry will put a lot of pressure on her," Kuvain sighed softly, "... Actually, I have no other way. I am a very stupid father. When Bingtis was young, I I spent more than half of my time fighting outside, and every time I came home victorious, I felt like I saw a completely strange girl living in my home. She called me Dad, but I didn't know how to talk to her... You see , gradually became like this, and now I only know and can only do this one thing that a father can do well. And you know, she has been missing for a long time, and there is no news at all... I can only I want someone to tie down that crazy girl, do you understand?"
Unexpectedly, within reason, I had no choice but to spread my hands: "So you always leave me alone, right?"
"Don't use honorifics, strictly follow the void ladder, we should perform the ceremony of audience when we meet you," Uncle Kuvain waved his hand half-jokingly, "Actually, it's not all 'tossing', kid Bingtis ...It's really sad. You should know her, you think she's like this... let alone tens of millions of years, just tens of millions of years later, she can marry... "
"... Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
"Stop talking."
"Actually, Bingtis is sometimes a very stupid child." Aisha took a picture of her decadent husband aside, and said with a warm smile, "She is regarded as a genius by many people, but she is simply a genius when it comes to personal issues." It's the same as a blank sheet of paper. She doesn't understand what her feelings are, and she can easily fail to respond to emotions she hasn't touched before, and then foolishly classify them as the only buddy friendship she usually knows."
"I already have Sandora and the others," I smiled, "I'm quite satisfied with this, love is a good thing, but too much sharing may not necessarily make everyone happy, let alone me I really don't think that the fight between me and Bingtis is considered love... "
"But if you can really make one more person feel happy, it's okay," Aisha Li said lightly, but her eyes still moved away, "Of course, I just said that casually, after all, it is your own business. I I can also see that you and Bingtis... I'm afraid you really can't develop according to common sense, let everything go with the flow. Also remind me, your idea makes me more satisfied... "
I was dumbfounded, and finally spread my hands dumbfoundingly: "Okay, okay, don't talk about it—just talk about me, Uncle Kuvain, you are the only one, if Bingtis has more mothers..."
"Yes," Ashley replied casually, "Ankafuna, this old and unscrupulous old man knew her earlier than he knew me."
What? !
I was dumbfounded, I was dumbfounded, what happened to this unexpected development in front of me!
Why did he hit the mark when he said it casually? Why has Bingtis never mentioned this to others—you can see how proud Xiaoxue is when she introduces herself to people for three years.
"Uh... That's Bingtis' other mother..." I laughed dryly, and my eyes fell on Uncle Kuvain without embarrassment. He thought he only had such a wife, but he didn't expect that the seemingly simple and honest father Bing turned out to be multi-threaded, "Then why have I never seen her before? Doesn't she live in this temple?"
"He died in the sixth quadrant 130 million years ago, leaving nothing behind," Kuvain said quietly, with a very flat expression on his face, but there was a kind of innocence buried in his eyes that was forced to be buried by time. Sadly, "It's normal for Bingtis not to mention her, it was too long ago."
130 million years of time can't even erase the longing, after all, it will be difficult for the Protoss to overcome this kind of life and death.
I really want to give myself a mouthful: "... sorry."
"It's okay." Kuvain shrugged his shoulders, his expression was really indifferent, "In the world of gods, few people die in battle, and gods don't age, so sooner or later they will have to go on expeditions to the abyss or protect the world." Time to die in battle: This will not change as long as we have the day of our death. This kind of experience is no exception to the Father God—Sister Jiadi had an older sister before, but now there are no more than a hundred gods in the God Realm who have actually seen it. The face of the eldest princess. For us, it is part of immortality—and sooner or later it will be for you as well."
I don't know how the topic suddenly turned to such a heavy direction. I wanted to change the topic but didn't know what to say. Kuvain, this old protoss who has lived for a long time is right, this is not unimaginable: when a race is like a god, it will never age, never die of disease, and its heart will always remain firm, while at the same time The abyss and the doomsday are always entrenched in the void, so their long life is actually a cruel one-way line from the beginning:
As long as you live long enough, you will always die on the battlefield, fall in a lonely place so far away that mortals can never reach, leave your hometown and relatives behind, leaving only one name to be written in the roster of the dead Aboard, be led home by your commander.
It's always optional.
"Since the establishment of the God Realm, none of the Protoss has died in their own home," Kuvain smiled relieved, as if he didn't find this topic very sad at all, "the place where they fell is always very far away from home." Far. Now I have withdrawn from the active duty of each expeditionary force, but you also know that even the Father God will go out on expeditions in person, so I will have such a day sooner or later."
I looked over the crystal window next to me and silently watched the temple gardeners busy in the garden. Everything that was brilliant was built on a heavy base, and there was only darkness around the roots of the World Tree. This is true for Starfield, Huron, and Xiling. Immortals have to pay the price of immortality-Bingtis actually said something similar to himself. But I suddenly don't find this unacceptable: at least, these things happen after a long time, don't they? And you always have ample chance to avoid them.
Or enough time to soothe and accept them.
"In this way, only the little ones like the Goddess of Life who don't know anything, live lively and celebrate everything all day are the winners." I suddenly chuckled, "They don't have death attributes at all, only void creatures can wipe them away." Drop them."
"In addition to the light gods created by the father, the life goddess is the first group to be promoted to the true god by the father," Kuvain said lightly, "but since then, the father has never let The second race has absolute immortality. He has this ability. Why do you think this is?"
I fell silent for a moment.
"Haha, don't think too much about it, at least life is pretty good in general," Uncle Cuvain didn't keep me silent for long, then he laughed and patted my shoulder vigorously, "You have to understand that even God the Father has no ability to let me Every corner of the void is protected, so I will reluctantly give you an advice as an elder: don't mind those irreparable things, as long as you protect everything within your sight, ability, and heart, Within this range, even if you die, you have to protect it!"
"I've been taught." Feeling the heavy pressure on my shoulders, I paused every word.
Kuvain nodded, and for the first time I noticed the wisdom of the elders shining in those scarlet eyes, I suddenly felt that I was usually deceived by his unreliable image, maybe the real wise man Instead it's...
"It's really interesting to teach void creatures." Kuvain stepped aside and rubbed his hands to chew on Aisalie's ears, but his voice was so loud that the whole room could hear him, "Why don't you go up and say a few words? Wait for him to grow up." When we reach the level of the Father God, we can only stare blankly..."
I:"… "
From now on, I will believe that any guy who is related to Bingtis is right, I just lack IQ in the five elements!
I came to the library tower again full of emotions. Godfather had already been waiting for me in front of the entrance of the library tower. His observation skills were very keen. As soon as we met, he asked, "Aren't you in a good mood?"
"It's nothing," I breathed out, "I talked to Kuvain about the expedition of the Protoss, and I suddenly felt a little bit about eternal life."
"That's right," Father God is so smart, he probably thought of everything as long as this sentence, but he just smiled meekly, "Dilute the heavy things to the level of 100 million years, or a billion years if it doesn't work. , can always become easy to accept, before that, try to prevent them from happening."
I suddenly thought of a weird question, a question that seems to be an inevitable event under the premise of "infinity": "Hey, have you ever 'died'? Just like the way I 'hanged' back then."
Void creatures don't "die completely", but we also have our own way of "death", which is to be banished back to the original state.
"Well, more than once," Father God smiled indifferently, "the worst time was being exiled to the void for 16 million years. But the first time I 'died' was after I became a mature body, So I won’t lose all my memory like you. The God Realm has a special solution for this situation. After I die—or be exiled back to the state of void dispersion, the God Realm will be partially closed, and at the same time, the God Realm will be closed. The temple takes over the management right, so basically there will be no delays, the only troublesome thing is that after the return, I have to re-acquaint a lot of people... "
I opened my mouth and thought for a long time, and suddenly looked at the other party with a strange expression: "By the way, why is our topic so strange?"
"I've talked with Sheila about weirder topics before," Father God shrugged, "We bet to see who will 'die' three times first, and the first person to reach the number of times will invite the other party to eat. I have waited enough for this meal Fourteen billion years. Oh, maybe she will ask you to make this bet sometime, you don't know how boring she is usually... "
Me: "... let's talk about finding information"
Sauvre's work efficiency is really high. Although not all the manpower is in place, the ancient spirit queue for screening materials has been operating normally. We came to the virtual storage area of the library tower again. This time the screening went smoothly, at least There were no crashes.
After a rough screening, the suspected targets in the home world were reduced by nearly half, and all those excluded were those universes that had obviously not been contacted by "outer world observers" other than the Protoss. But the remaining suspected targets are still huge in number, and they are distributed in all known void quadrants: no one knows which quadrant the original home world is in, so we can only list the suspected targets in all quadrants.
But I suddenly remembered that when I was talking about the Ark in Exile with Ansers, the other party mentioned that the Ark would lose contact soon after entering the void. At that time, Sandora judged that the reason for this phenomenon was that the home world was located between at the junction of quadrants.
This is important information, and the number of targets in the suspected home world has been reduced to one-fifth at once.
And then... there's no shortcut to eliminating more targets.
In the next few days in the God Realm, this kind of mechanical query work was carried out. The voyage log information provided by the ancestors was insufficient, which made the screening work fall into a time-wasting and endless loop in the later stage. There was no way to confirm the huge database. With more information, I think it's time to return to Shadow City.
Of course, another important reason why I decided to go back is—
If I don’t go back, Father Bing and Mother Bing may tie me and Bingtis to the wedding... As a good man in the new century who insists on following the line of true love, I have to run away decisively, comrades! RS