The rolling barrage was an overwhelming insult to Fang Xiaoling.
She felt like a caged bird being watched and amused by those aliens.
The spectators outside the cage were all joking about her, not worrying about her fate, let alone understanding her mood.
Whether it was Fang Xiaoling herself, or Li Mengling and Luo Lan, the three sisters were completely reduced to the status of monkeys in the zoo.
The reason why the tower still kept them alive was ultimately because it looked down upon them from the bottom of its heart.
She hated the feeling of being played like a monkey.
At the same time, she secretly recorded this feeling.
[White Lotus] began to flow, and [Red Lotus]'s anger was suppressed. She sighed softly, turned around and returned to the unit building.
She saw a gentleman in a suit and tie standing in front of the elevator door, and said to him: "Get me an elevator with a rainbow corridor theme."
The gentleman-like artificial intelligence bowed to her respectfully, "Sorry, you are not a resident here and do not have the authority to change the elevator theme."
Fang Xiaoling stretched out her hand, and the [Red Lotus] flame ignited in her palm, "What now?"
"The elevator has been prepared. If you are not satisfied with it, you can propose customized modifications." The gentleman said respectfully.
Fang Xiaoling looked at the colorful light in the elevator, and she really had the illusion that she was back in the Rainbow Corridor. She took back the [Red Lotus] in her palm, glanced at the artificial intelligence, and walked into the elevator.
"Rainbow Queen." The gentleman asked as the elevator was about to close, "If you have a chance, can you give me a signed photo of Ash Ketchum?"
"No." After Fang Xiaoling refused indifferently, the elevator door just closed.
She stood in the elevator expressionlessly, finally understanding why Roland always acted so indifferent...
If it were me in the past, I would definitely be crying loudly in this empty elevator right now, right?
Fang Xiaoling thought like this, but a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth - showing confidence and a hint of mystery.
Even after returning to Roland's house, she still looked at Li Mengling who opened the door with a smile.
Li Mengling looked at her and felt a little strange, "What happened?"
"It's okay." Fang Xiaoling touched Li Mengling's head, "Good sister, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. Go to bed early."
After saying that, she found an empty bedroom and closed the door.
Li Mengling tilted her head and looked at her back, murmuring: "What are you doing? Are you imitating Sister Luo Lan?"
Fang Xiaoling quickly lay down on the bed without taking off her clothes and closed her eyes.
The flowing galaxy reflected four colors of light.
When the concert in the Starlight Realm ended, the fireworks gradually stopped, and the spirits were about to disperse when they heard cries of grief.
"Is it the Lord of Light?" Everyone noticed her sitting in an open space not far away, so they all gathered over.
Fang Xiaoling originally followed the concert sounds to cover up her crying, but she didn't expect that the concert would end so soon.
She wanted to take it back but couldn't, so she just let herself cry. After all, this was the starlight realm.
"Lord of Light, what's wrong with you?" Xiang Yu rushed over holding a huge support sign, "Who bullied you? Let me possess you in the real world to teach that person a lesson!"
"Can you go away... and let me cry here alone?"
A foreigner came over. He had a pair of almond-shaped eyes and a mustache that undulated as he spoke, "Poor Lord of Light, you should say everything. The depression hidden in your heart will Like a moth in the bud, you wither away."
Fang Xiaoling felt that what the man said was very poetic, and the words seemed to flow into her sad heart, so she raised her eyes and looked at him: "Who are you?"
The man saluted respectfully and said, "My name is Shakespeare, and he is a playwright during the Renaissance."
When Fang Xiaoling heard his name, she felt awe in her heart. Who else in the world doesn't know this name?
She felt depressed and wanted to chat more with the other party, but there were many spirits standing around her.
At this moment, the little princess Roland on the castle said into the microphone: "Everyone, would you like to visit my castle? I can sign autographs for everyone."
The spirits rushed towards the castle.
Fang Xiaoling looked at the castle. Even though she was so far away, she could still see the light of tacit understanding in the eyes of the little princess Roland.
"Princess Roland is really kind, right?" Shakespeare sat down next to her and looked at the castle. "She seems to always be able to guess what others want, just like she knows what our spirits need. To accompany me, I hold concerts every day, and every few days, I have to think hard and compose new songs, which is really hard."
"She just likes to sing, right?" Fang Xiaoling lowered her head in frustration, "I really envy her for being so carefree. If I take her back to fuse with her, maybe Roland can become a little happier, right?"
"What is Roland like in the real world?" Shakespeare asked, "I'm very curious about Princess Roland's life when she grows up."
"It's very painful." Fang Xiaoling couldn't help but tremble all over, "I didn't understand how painful she was until today."
Shakespeare looked up at the flowing stars and asked, "Can you tell me something?"
"Hey -" Fang Xiaoling let out a long sigh, "Mr. Shakespeare, your life is so glorious and accomplished, you will not understand our feelings."
"Brilliant? I don't feel that way myself.
And it’s not because I worked as a stable boy or a busboy in the theater that I think so.
I just feel that the word "brilliant" is of little use. At most...
Could it be a decoration at a funeral? "
"Pfft." Fang Xiaoling burst into laughter. She respected the man next to her even more in her heart, "It's really interesting to talk to you."
"I'm just telling the truth, maybe because simplicity can touch people's hearts more than gorgeous words?" Shakespeare smiled softly, "Now are you willing to tell me the pain in your heart?"
Fang Xiaoling nodded gently. For some reason, when talking to this spirit, she would unknowingly become restrained and try her best to show her most polite side. "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just a story." It’s too long, I really don’t know where to start.”
"Then tell me, what were you thinking when you cried just now?" Shakespeare said half-jokingly, "After all, I am a playwright. Maybe I can fill in the missing plot myself."
"We are fighting an enemy that is impossible to defeat..." Fang Xiaoling said, her nose starting to feel a little sore again, "When I found out that every move I made might be monitored, I suddenly learned to disguise.
I don't want to be laughed at.
I don’t even want to be treated like a monkey!
Even if my tears flow into my heart, I will never shed another drop to the outside world!
That's it……
Then I thought about it and it dawned on me.
Roland may have been suffering from this pain a long time ago.
Being ruthlessly controlled by fate, she must be even more unconvinced, right?
She is absolutely absolutely, has more tears to shed, right?
I could hide in the astral realm and cry.
But where should she hide? "
