Before three hours, Moroje River was already like a sharp sword stuck in front of his door.
"You don't look good," she said.
"Same to you." Icha said coldly. The jam stain on the hem of Morero's cloak was glaring—evidence of fatigue-induced lapses in concentration.
But he had no intention of reminding him.
He was extremely annoyed that he couldn't take everything into consideration for what he just did. As this emotion developed, he even felt that he had definitely taken a wrong step in the overall situation.
The matter of Ifomannian is just a small matter. But it's a small thing that has to be done.
"The djinn only welcomes friendly visitors." Moroje River reminded him as he glanced up and down.
"The devil is good at disguising himself."
Yi Cha replied briefly, throwing the silver dragon onto his back.
…
Morojelifu told him many ways to deal with the giant spirits on the way. Most of them were already known earlier, and talking about them will continue to consume the Silver Dragon's energy. But Yi Cha didn’t bother to interrupt.
"What do you want to say to the giant spirit?" she finally asked.
"chat."
"I've talked to them, and they are helpless about the current situation."
"You didn't hear me, Silver Dragon," Icha said. "Chat, small talk. Informal conversation. Maybe with a little music. We're not here to ask for a plan."
Moroje River was silent for a while.
"I didn't finish what I said last time," she said. "I hope you can pay attention to your attitude towards Yamaan and Bolozir in the future. This can only be good for you."
Yi Cha just laughed briefly.
"You have your own ideas." Moroje River's voice was very tired, "I know you are prejudiced against us..."
"Prejudice?" Icha interrupted her in a weird tone, "I think it's insight. Damn insight. You think so?"
"I don't know what you saw. You set limits and positions, and hit hard where it could have been softened. Our clan has some friendship with Taliliqi - even when the giant dragon and the manling There may also be friendship between them. I still don’t understand why you ruled out the possibility of harmony from the very beginning... You attribute this reason to the dragon’s arrogance... But I think..."
Moroje River's tone gradually slowed down and finally became inaudible. She lay on his back, breathing softly, as if she was asleep.
But Icha knew she had none of it.
They flew very high this time. After passing a large forest, the ground suddenly cracked forward, and the ground level suddenly rose three hundred meters.
Climb the three hundred meters and look further into the distance. A crater with two ridges, upper and lower, floats in the sky of ambiguous colors, majestic and silent.
That is the nearest Djinn Circle.
Yicha approached the crater and climbed all the way to the upper part of the mountain, making a friendly sound pattern every once in a while.
Seconds later, they emerged from the top of a mountain ridge as wide as a river in the dead of night. The crater as a whole is so huge that the curvature of its edges is almost indistinguishable.
Just as Yi Cha was about to land, he quickly felt his body float up and hit something soft. Looking down, he saw that they were being held by a translucent lavender giant hand.
Yi Cha stopped immediately without letting go of Moro Yelifu.
"I am the silver dragon of Dosikadong, Morojerifo Nigelfager. Djinn, please appear here!" Morojerifo held his hands to check his back, He raised his head and shouted at the top of his voice.
A lavender hill floated on the edge of the palm, and a bright white eye rose like a bright moon.
"not see."
The bright moon was about to sink, but it paused, then turned, and stared to see.
"The demon Ichaint Sinkadestu," said Icha. It would be foolish to give a series of superfluous titles. He picked something that they would definitely be interested in. "I am a relative and friend of the homeless people of the giant spirit home planet."
The white eyes full of beautiful patterns blinked in a roar.
"ah…………"
I don't know where it came from, but the giant spirit let out a long and joyful call. The sound was broad and distant, like a long sigh from ancient times.
"See you."
He said.
The intertwined heavy footsteps sounded from far to near, from small to loud. The crater gradually began to shake, and after a while, they were surrounded by translucent giant heads. Each eye is like a ball of light hanging in the sky, staring at them from high or low.
Yi Cha looked around and felt dizzy.
"The mother planet..." the giant spirits said in unison. The resonance came, and Moro Yelifu groaned on his back, and his body was shaken, almost wringing the water out of the fabric on Yicha's shoulders.
"Send a representative to talk to me! Lovely ancient souls!" Yicha patted Moro Yelifu on the shoulder until her breathing became calmer. "I'm here as a guest. If possible, I would like to talk about old things with you!"
"What are you talking about..." A giant spirit made an ethereal sound like smoke.
"Say what others don't want to hear from you, and say what you don't want to say to others. I want to be a complete listener, approver, and comforter."
He cleared his throat and began reading "Hook!" tie! love it! 》.
At first, the giant spirits were just silent, looking at him with eyes as bright as fire.
Soon the first djinn began to join in the singing, and soon the second and the third.
All the djinn began to sing in unison.
The entire crater began to tremble again. Soon they switched to their own ancient language, and the singing became more and more ethereal. Even Yi Cha couldn't keep up.
While humming softly, he grabbed the silver dragon's shoulders to help her not to be overwhelmed by the power.
Reached a section that stopped. The singing stopped just right, and the lingering sound was faint. The mist swayed slightly, and a giant spirit in front of him emerged from the huge body, swung away the gas-like shell, and when it landed on the ground, it was already the same size as them, and its whole body emitted a faint white light.
He came towards them.
"I am Tongue-coated Nubisoso." He bowed to them - the djinn seemed to have deliberately imitated the form changes of Icha, now in the form of two feet and two hands with wings on its back. "The Ring of Shinar welcomes you. Our distinguished and important friend. Please follow me."
Yi Cha smiled politely and followed him. At this time, Moro Yelifu on his back suddenly relaxed, his whole body became limp and motionless.
"Good at disguising...so good at disguising...you...the giant spirit has never...never treated any outsider like this..." she said angrily.
"The most powerful disguise is sincerity, just like the hardest shell is the word of truth." Yi Cha replied briskly, "I'm not good at dreaming, but I'm good at singing."
"Tongue coating" Nubisuo came forward and hummed softly. This is another welcome song. Yicha responded harmoniously from time to time while observing.
The changed figure of the giant spirit still looks like a dream, and the song sounds unusually relaxed.
"I think the Sorrow of Broken Dreams won't be a problem for you." Yicha said with a chuckle to Nubi Soso.
"I am waiting for the ancient objects to see thousands of changes." The giant spirit replied calmly.
For a moment, Moro Yelifu seemed to remember that the dragon was an ancient race. But Xu was afraid of the mysteriousness of the giant spirit, so he took it back.
"Then I'm relieved." Yi Cha said, "Let's sing a homecoming song together again."
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