The ten djinn were still waiting for him to speak. Yi Cha did not refuse, broke away from the grasp of the silver dragon, and explained to them in detail.
The djinns had little affection for the Dreambringer's Cradle. When they heard that the End of the End was a better place to prepare, they immediately forgot about the Sorrow of Dreams. They didn't even bother to deal with practical issues such as adaptability and migration difficulty. Thinking about it,&nbp;&nbp;you can also check and point them out one by one.
The giant spirits became even more excited when they saw that Yi Cha had thought so carefully and arranged everything properly, and they completely treated him as a true relative and friend.
This meeting lasted a long time.
"They really listen to you."
On the way back, Moro Yelifu, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke. She was extremely well-educated, and even though she had objections, she did not openly attack the discussion just now.
"Naturally." Yi Chaping replied, slightly adjusting his direction, "The giant spirits have a clear heart - you can say they are naive, but it sounds inconsistent. In fact, they can best understand the attitudes and attitudes of others. State of mind. Whenever I make a suggestion that is not really from their point of view, they will immediately discover it.
Their approval shows that my proposal today is a selfless act. It was simply shocking. Um. That's it. "
"I don't understand what you are talking about at all." Moroje River said coldly.
Yi Cha laughed twice. This immediately angered the silver dragon.
"What are you really going to do next? Let the djinn leave the Dreamer's cradle?" Her tone had dropped to freezing point.
"yes……"
Moro Yelifu grabbed Yicha's shoulders tightly and interrupted him almost as soon as he opened his mouth. "Abandon us? Abandon our plane? You have gained the trust of the giant spirits and you are making such a proposal?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong?"
Morojelifu gasped hard, as if struggling to cheer up, otherwise he would fall asleep or suffocate in the next second, "What's wrong? What about us? Where is the Dream Maker's cradle?"
"You might as well speak more clearly."
"Okay. Okay. Let me make it clear."
Moro Yelifu swallowed, his voice hoarse, "Djinns are an important ecological component of the Dream Maker's Cradle. If they leave, all the Djinn rings will collapse. How much impact will this have on us? You Did you think of this? We need their help.
Be it a dragon, a djinn, a giant, even a creeping spirit. No matter how discordant we are on weekdays, we should still contribute to our common homeland. Our dreams are not just for ourselves! It has always been our strength to keep the cradle of dreams moving. "
"uh-huh."
"You also saw it today and asked about it. I also saw it. The power of the giant spirits was not greatly affected. They turned a deaf ear to our requests before, not because they were powerless,&nbp;&nbp; purely because They don't want to help. That's fine..."
They had landed on the terrace of Dosika East Fort, but Moroje River did not jump down immediately like usual. He still grabbed the sides of Yi Cha's neck and kept saying excitedly, "Giant." As long as the spirit does not make any big movements, the skeleton of the dream cradle will still exist.
do you know? The Cradle of Dreamers is a plane where djinn and giants exist completely dependent on us.
Djinns hold up the sky, giants descend to the ground, and dragons are everything in the world. Nowadays, all cycles and content are on the verge of withering due to our fault.
At this time, if you let the giant spirit leave here, if two of the three are missing, how should the Dream Cradle survive? Tell me, are you here to help, or are you here to destroy us? "
"That must have helped."
Yi Cha replied calmly. Carrying Moro Yelifu, who was out of breath for a while, through the living room.
The five tall armchairs are like five headless monsters, reflecting phosphorus magic fire from their shoulders to their chests. The sound of footsteps hitting the ground was quite hollow.
It should be nine o'clock in the evening. Yi Cha thought. Tonight is the first night of the three days agreed with Mo Dong. In three days, the restart of the Dream Cradle will officially begin.
"Help. I always believed you would help..." Moro Yelifu whispered.
She is tired. I haven't rested for a long time, I'm so tired. Even anger can't last long.
Yi Cha could feel that she persisted for a long time, and finally just rested her head on the back of his neck tiredly.
He pulled Moroje River down and placed him on the chair in the middle.
Yinlong leaned against the back of the chair softly, closing his eyes, his eyelashes trembling.
"It's all my fault." She whispered, "It's all my fault... I supported you in front of my fellow tribesmen, endorsed you, and took you to see the giant spirits... I first chose to believe you, and then I got to this point. Now the whole tribe Your destiny is in my hands, and I believe in you..."
"Um, which step is coming?" Yi Cha casually sat on the nearest chair and propped his head.
"It's too late to regret now." Moroje River ignored the question and sighed in a tone of death, "I should have known."
"Yeah. Is there any more?"
"What else could there be?"
Moroje River smiled palely.
"Emotional expression." Yi Cha said. He thought his tone was neither good nor bad. “And additional facts to support the sentiment — the more you can say about that, the better.”
Moroje River paused for a long time. As if in disbelief at his reaction.
"Okay. I think you've finished speaking. Will you continue to support me?" Yi Cha asked.
"What do you think?"
"I think so."
Yi Zha Tanshou imitated her tone perfectly, "After all, you said 'it's too late to regret it'."
Moroje River opened her eyes slightly and looked at him lifelessly.
"You're right." She said slowly, "We have no hope..."
"Silver Dragon."
Icha interrupted her sharply, "Now that you're done, now listen. I'm only saying this once to stop these stupid words."
"I do not understand what you are saying."
"Think carefully about why I asked you to come with me."
Yicha tapped his temples, "Do you think I can't contact the giant spirit without you? Think again about the process of our meeting with the giant spirit today. Do you think I need your introduction?"
"I……"
Moroje River's eyes were blank for a moment, and then she frowned slightly.
"Think about it. I'm leaving."
Yicha patted his robe and stood up, "What you heard today is what I let you hear. Don't you understand?"
Moroje River opened her gray eyes blankly and her lips trembled.
Yi Cha didn't wait for an answer and left quickly.
An hour later, Yi Cha was lying on the bed when he heard someone knocking on his door.
He raised his finger and the door opened automatically. Moroje River came in and stopped by the wall near the head of the bed, holding her hands behind her back.
"No..." she said.
"Hey." Yi Cha interrupted again. "No need to apologize."
"Thanks……"
"No need."
Yi Cha shook his finger, "It's the same. Your reaction today is also the reaction I expected. Sit down."
Moroje River lowered his eyes, but did not sit down.
"What exactly is your plan?"
"For the giant dragon, it is to restart the dreamer's cradle. For the giant spirit, it is to help them return to their home planet." Yicha answered.
"What about the giant?"
"I'm glad you can think about things this way." Yi Cha smiled. "Tomorrow. We'll meet them in twelve hours."
Moroje River hesitated for a while.
"You have an ultimate plan, right? A bigger plan than rescuing Dream Broken Shang." She finally asked, "Can you tell me?"
Yi Cha smiled.
"I see no reason to tell you yet. Silver Dragon. I refuse to answer. Will you continue to support me?"
"What do you think?"
"I think so."
Yi Cha raised his eyebrows indifferently. "But it doesn't matter. I'd rather you hate me. It's a form of power. We're going to need it. Right?"
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