Chapter 42: All Right

ten o'clock. Of course it's ten o'clock at night. Because today has been a very tiring and rewarding day. When Willy Xiao was thinking this, it got dark. The commotion about the eyes has subsided, and all the bad, abrupt, and unclear feelings have been left in the "buckle"--well. most. Ya would cover her eyes and moan in pain from time to time. Asimov put his arms behind his head and muttered, kicking any pebbles he came across. Wabra remained silent as if dead - it was rare for a creature to move while still giving others such a feeling. R 32 was pulling an elephant with four wheels on its back. The elephant's back carried all the things they got from "button".

The Promised Land, giving them something commensurate with their contribution to this world. All the contributions are actually quite substantial. The acquisition process was also quite smooth. These things still bring them enough pleasure when they can see them.

The wheels roll. "Zhi" constantly pokes fun at every possible sarcastic point in the team. Willy Shaw held it and it held all the remaining hands - when everyone is blind and can't tell the difference between right and wrong, all wrong or all right is a pretty good choice. Overall, it's going to be a pretty peaceful night.

Everyone shows off his or her own personality. They are brothers, sisters, uncles, grandparents and grandchildren with a very good atmosphere.

In a very good atmosphere, Ya screamed again. "Doesn't anyone care where our eyes go?"

She got no explanation this time. Just R supplement 32 provides the conclusion that has been repeated many times: "You don't need eyes."

"Why don't I need eyes?"

"Because the 'button' didn't give you eyes." R added 32 as a matter of course - 100% natural. These conclusions have been discussed, compromised, mutually confirmed and reluctantly accepted many times - it has simply changed. It has become a tried and tested truth. It was within his scope to go out of his way to provide such information:

"In 'Buckle' we get everything we want. If we lose our eyes there and don't get them again, then we shouldn't have eyes. Let me ask a question: Have you ever fallen after losing your eyes? ?”

"Of course I fell! I'm falling now!"

"That's right." R added 32. The sound is pleasant to the ear. "That means there was no impact. You fell down when you had eyes."

"I think this is a trap," Ya yelled. "They deliberately deceived our eyes. Then gave us a pile of garbage-"

"These are not trash. Little people."

Zhi answered gloomily. "There's enough food on that elephant's back to put in its mouth. A hundred sets of precious specimens. Real tools to send away floods. A dozen cans of compressed atmosphere. Oh. And an angel. Maybe wait. He wakes up, hunger, floods, dissent, etc. will no longer need our care.”

"What the hell is compressed atmosphere-"

"I have to correct you this time." R added 32 to the branch. "Kakir is my commander. He is no angel. Everyone."

Zhi let out a loud laugh.

"You." He tugged Wabra's eyebrows roughly. "You explain to them."

"I don't think the old man has anything to say." Asimov interrupted - although Vabra had not intended to bring anything to interrupt. "He didn't get anything by 'dunking'. He didn't contribute, so there's nothing to talk about."

"waste."

"Just like what he said himself. He is a waste. He is a useless grandpa." Asimov thought for a while and chuckled. "But he does have a special name..."

"No one is useless. We are all family." Willy Shaw said. "His name isn't special either. It's just ordinary..."

Common name. A little weird. It seems like something is missing, a defining word. Willy Shaw walked in the night. It's past eleven now. They discussed so much that time passed naturally. It's past eleven, almost twelve.

It will arrive tomorrow after twelve o'clock. And tomorrow is...

"Calendar! I forgot to invent the calendar!" Willy Xiao screamed, almost overturning the chained team.

"What are you talking about, Uncle Willy Shaw?"

Willy Xiao was stunned.

"I don't know either." He said awkwardly. "What day is tomorrow?"

"What time is there?" Asimov curled his lips. "Tomorrow is of course the first day without floods. Xinning will install the most magical pipe and drive away the floods. Then Uncle Willy Xiao and I will go to the group to have a look. Then we will look at other places. . Anyway, I don’t plan to go back to 'Chu'."

"I will return to 'Jing' with my respected commander. Everyone." R added 32.

"If the floods are not driven away, we must go to Qi'an this time!"

"I will drive away the flood." Xiang Ning said timidly.

"Oh." Willy Xiao calmed down. No problem anymore.

It's expected and reasonable. Things develop as planned. These cute characters act according to their personality colors. A little too expected. A little too right. If they are in an arcane story, this is a good time to use Denial. This thought popped into his head as if it were instinctive - but on second thought, he didn't want them to go the wrong way while they were blind.

"Why don't you care about the eyes!!! They just disappeared!!! I lost two pairs of eyes at once!!!" Ya shouted for the millionth time.

Fortunately the atmosphere is still very good.

"Ha! We're here."

So far they're all right. They all returned to the small polycrystalline prison floating on the water. The twig of the branch was the first to come forward with his own things, and joined the other half of himself to perform mysterious operations that they could not see. But as long as the Ark wasn't destroyed, it didn't seem to matter what he was doing. The ark was dug with several cracks and a skylight. Fortunately, there is no leakage yet.

"There should be no problem." Xianning checked the cab quietly. Finished installing the pipe he got from the "buckle".

Then he blew it.

The whale is coming. They stuck their heads out of the skylight and couldn't see it, but they could feel it. This whale was different from the ones that had propelled the ark before.

It's huge as hell.

The huge, deadly whale swam up to the ark and began to drink.

"Can you right the boat? I'm busy. Fools." The branches didn't look back.

"OOOOOOOOOO!!! Uncle Willy Shaw!! Something's wrong!!! We're going to be sucked in!!!!" Ya screamed.

"That's not the case." Asimov got into the cab and came next to Xianning. "Is there a problem?"

"I'm adjusting..." Xiang Ning touched his nose.

"It's almost twelve o'clock. Everyone." R 32 announced melodiously.