"...Anyway, this is how I arranged Mr. Luo's wedding." Momolo said with great satisfaction.
He closed his more than 20-page plan. Yaleriga, who was sitting opposite him, began to shake her head, while Jing Huang was still chewing the dough with an expressionless expression.
It took him a while before he swallowed his food and then said, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Wedding." Momolo said confidently.
"who?"
"It belongs to Mr. Luo."
Jing Huang glanced at Luo Binhan: "Are you getting married?"
"Ah?" Luo Binhan said. He had been distracted for half an hour and had no idea what the topic was.
Finally, Yaleriga explained in a few words how they went to visit Mi Gula yesterday, and pointed out that only Luo Binhan received a unique gift.
"So?" Jing Huang asked with a frown.
"So they are getting married." Momolo said, "Meet each other, date alone, give special gifts, and then get married - this is the heterosexual interaction process of ordinary Homo sapiens! Now Mr. Luo has reached the third step! We can get married next time! Mr. Luo, can I be the best man? Or I can be the host!"
Luo Binhan opened his mouth wide and looked at him blankly.
"That's not a 'special gift' yet," Yaleriga said. "If they are going to get married, it needs to be a little more special, depending on the customs of their respective civilizations."
Momolo was a little disappointed, but quickly regained his composure and announced: "Then let's go buy it now! What is the proposal tradition in Mr. Luo's hometown? Necklace? Ring? Chain? Or bird egg?"
"Bird eggs?" Luo Binhan said quietly.
Momolo seemed to take this as an answer. He stood up passionately, as if he was planning to go shopping, and then was kicked back to his seat by Jing Huang.
"What the hell are you doing," he said, "That woman has only known you for a few days? I just found out something about you and you are going to do this for me? If you marry your mother, that woman has a special talent." , running to the outside world is definitely a narrow escape, what will we do then? Or are we going to leave her here to be a widow?"
Momolo raised his head confidently: "That's no problem, Mr. Xuanhong! Although the time now is not suitable for Mr. Luo to have a married life, we can leave Miss Migula's contact information and hold it after we come back. Wedding. Yesterday, I calculated the time velocity difference between the Lotus Tree Star and the known routes in the outer world. As long as we don’t go deep into the dream world, the flow velocity on Mr. Luo’s side should be higher than that of Ms. Migula. Even if the real situation is different from the estimate The value is higher, and it’s completely within the range that Baita can even out its accounts!”
"...It's up to you."
Jing Huang gave up the topic and rested his chin on the table without interest. His hair was as messy as a chicken coop, and it had been curling up ever since he returned to the hotel.
Yaleriga looked at him for a moment, then took out a small comb from her back and started combing it for him.
"Just comb it a few times and it'll be fine." Jing Huang said dullly.
This scene finally brought Luo Binhan back to his senses. He glared at Jing Huang and said, "You still need help combing your hair?"
"Stop being so pushy," Jing Huang said, "I'm annoyed."
"What's bothering you? Your mother took care of combing your hair. How can you braid it?"
"The person I'm looking for is hiding from me." Jing Huang said impatiently. "I almost caught him several times, but in the end, that person was like a rat in the gutter. He would go underground if he made the slightest noise. Drill. I’m not too familiar with Mencheng, and every time there’s just a slight difference that makes him run away. The most damn annoying thing is guys like this who don’t want to fight head-on.”
"Then how long do you think it will take to catch him?"
"Who knows, but it will definitely take longer than originally expected. Next time, we must seal off the terrain before we start."
Luo Binhan felt that he had no room to intervene in this matter, so he ignored it. He shook his head vigorously, driving the farm, the blue-haired girl, and the eternal wreath out of his mind. At this time, Yaleriga had also combed Jing Huang's hair as neatly as black satin.
This reminded Luo Binhan of a previous doubt. He asked Jing Huang: "What level are you at?"
"What level do you mean?"
"Aren't you a cultivator?" Luo Binhan said, "I see there are a bunch of your fellow Taoists on the Lotus Tree Star. What's your level there?"
"They are panconventional spiritual practitioners, which are different from my roots. There is nothing to communicate with them."
"Then if the two sides fight, who will die?"
"...They rely on the accumulation of spiritual energy, and I rely on the situation of heaven and earth."
"So they are more independent than you?"
"Fart." Jing Huang said coldly, "Both sides are seeking truth and pursuing truth. You have to ask me who is the stronger murderer. Do you think you don't have enough karma?"
"Bullshit," Luo Binhan said, "Master, don't you have any feelings for yourself? Is it too late to be a good person now? But seeing as you were so arrogant in the past, it's a good thing you're a Nascent Soul, right?"
"What Nascent Soul? That's something for spiritual alchemy. Why do I need that kind of energy spiritual core?"
Luo Binhan was stunned for a moment: "Then how do you calculate your realm?"
"Refining Qi, transforming into a god, returning to the void, and combining the Tao. I am now transforming into a god."
Luo Binhan counted in his mind subconsciously.
"That's it for these four?" he asked in surprise, "Don't you have a more detailed way of dividing them?"
"What's there to share? Anyway, it's enough to know your own visual realm. How can you be full after sharing so much?"
"You don't want to make progress!" Luo Binhan criticized, "How can you become the male protagonist of a light novel with such a rough rating? You have reached the full level in less than a hundred chapters!"
He wanted to explore this issue in depth, but Jing Huang had already jumped off the chair. The golden nightingale placed beside the bed took the initiative to fly onto his shoulder.
"I'm going to continue looking for someone. This matter is more difficult than expected. I'm afraid it will take some more time."
Jing Huang turned around, looked at each other with Yaleriga, and then said: "We have been here for too long, you should be careful in the future."
With that he left the room. The remaining three people had also finished their breakfast and were preparing to leave for Lotus Tree Star.
Luo Binhan became uneasy again. He was willing to talk nonsense to Jing Huang for another two hours about the realm of cultivation, so that he could control himself from thinking about the old farm on the Lotus Tree Star.
After getting on the spacecraft, Yaleriga pulled him into a single toilet room. Luo Binhan was originally prepared to apologize unconditionally, but he was really out of shape today.
"You don't really need to care about Momolo's words." Yaleriga said, "Marriage cannot be included in your short-term goals. This is from the perspective of your personal safety. In addition, I have studied Migula's illness, and she just The variant inheritor is not an incurable original Tianjue infected person. As long as she pays attention to keeping a safe distance from the Yorui belt, it is not difficult to live to the end of her natural life span - that may require an expensive medical treatment, but money is not important to us not a problem."
Luo Binhan couldn't help but feel grateful to her, but at the same time he seriously suspected that she had used the technique of voyeurism on him.
Yaleriga smiled at him. It was a charming expression that hid a conspiracy.
"But you should think about it," she said.
"What are you considering?"
"You like her." Yaleriga said bluntly, "Her attitude towards you is also very special. Maybe not now, but in the future, after everything is over, maybe you can come back to her."
Luo Binhan waved his hands quickly: "Come on, with my virtues as an old man, I wish I could choose my daughter-in-law from among ancient ladies. But if I bring an alien girlfriend back, he will be scared to death?"
"Then you can choose not to go back." Yaleriga said, "The farm is already abandoned, and it won't be much trouble to get it. Migula likes it there very much. If you want to be with her, wait until we return. Then you can buy the farm and live with her there."
This is an option that Luo Binhan has never considered. He was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
Yaleriga stared at him with those golden-brown, alien eyes. Her gaze was full of penetrating power, as if it could really pierce people's hearts.
"You have seen a wider world," she said. "It is much more exciting and charming than the corner of the world where you were born. Why do you insist on going back?"
"Family." Luo Binhan said reflexively, "Friends..."
"They will eventually be separated from you. Even if you return to your hometown, your parents will die before you, and your friends will have their own families to take care of. So what's the difference between them and being separated from each other?"
Yaleriga said almost ruthlessly: "You feel that you have some kind of eldest son-like family responsibility, but no one really can't live without you. Your parents have their own belongings and lives, so where is your position?" What? Are you willing to live such a short life in emptiness and then die without leaving a trace? Why not choose to fall into eternal sleep in a place you really like?"
Luo Binhan stood dumbfounded. He felt intensely embarrassed and shaken, but there was also a thread of suspicion hidden in it.
"You, and Lao Mo," he tried with a bit of panic, "why don't you two want me to go back?"
