Ultimately the conversation in the bathroom came to no conclusion. Yaleriga's attitude became calm. She told Luo Binhan that she just felt that Lian Shuxing was more suitable for him, and if Luo Binhan could not make up his mind for the time being, he could wait until all the storms were over and the Silence returned to Gate City. choose.
Luo Binhan was already a little confused, so he had to take her suggestion. He repeatedly asked himself how to choose, but he still couldn't figure out the answer.
He focused all his attention on this matter, and it took him a long time to realize that they were not going to Lianshu Mountain, but were once again boarding the aircraft to the farm. He quickly asked Yaleriga: "Are you going there today? There's no need to go there every day, right?"
"We have stayed in the maze for too long." Yaleriga said, "I think we should try a different place today. Maybe we can invite Mi Gula to join us."
Luo Binhan didn't think this was a good idea, and strongly believed that Yaleriga had ulterior motives. However, when Mi Gula bypassed the wooden fence and ran towards them, he could no longer think about these messy things.
Migula also looked surprised. She was also holding an oil tank-like container in her hand, as if she was repairing some machinery.
"Robin!" she said, "I didn't expect you to come again today. Of course I'm very welcome, but I'm still packing up the tractor today! I think no matter how long I have to stay here, I can drive it first. Get up and try.”
As expected, she was wearing a high-collar overalls and looked a little dirty. Of course it wasn't as glamorous as yesterday, but Luo Binhan still felt much more settled.
Yaleriga stepped forward to say hello to Mi Gula. "We can't stay here today," she said. "We're going to go shopping at Liyelan Market. Do you want to come with us?"
"Okay, I'm happy to!" Mi Gula said immediately, "Wait a minute, I'll change clothes."
She put the can on the fence and hurried toward the farmhouse. Within ten minutes she was back again, wearing a jumper with a flying sheep on it. Luo Binhan felt like laughing, but he also found the image hopelessly cute.
The neckline of this pullover was slightly low and could not cover the metal ring around her neck, so Migula tied herself a blue silk scarf. Then they set off to the town together and then took the aircraft to the next stop.
Luo Binhan spent most of his time in Lianshu Star in the mountain temple and labyrinth, and his knowledge of other areas was very poor. It wasn't until the aircraft left the mountainous area and landed on a plain with crisscrossed rivers and lush green grass that he truly realized that no matter how small the Lotus Tree Star was cut, it was still a complex and vast planet.
The aircraft finally landed on the edge of the river, a triangular water island formed by a fork of the river. The center of the water island is filled with tents, huts and stalls of various sizes. They looked more crowded and shabby than the markets inside Mencheng, which made Luo Binhan feel a little disappointed.
They walked towards the market with other passengers. Yaleriga pushed Luo Binhan from behind, and then whispered in his ear: "Don't let strangers get too close to Mi Gula."
Luo Binhan glanced at her sideways.
"The instruments on her body cannot be interfered with by the spiritual field." Yaleriga said, "Usually there will be no problem if she is close to ordinary regular creatures, but we should still be more careful."
"...Then do you think if there is a demon who really wants to harm her, what use can I be?"
Yaleriga put her hand on his shoulder. "You should learn to take responsibility," she said. "You have a voice and vocal cords and a hundred distress signals. Plus you can buy her something. Her skin tone and hair complement the light-colored ornaments."
She patted Luo Binhan's dog's head with a graceful and wise attitude like a loving mother, and then walked away a few steps. The distance was enough to ensure that Luo Binhan and Mi Gula were within her sight, but it felt like they were alone.
Luo Binhan turned his head and looked to the other side. Momolo was also floating into the distance, and at the same time, the white light around him was bright, and he was as happy as a wedding officiant.
He felt like he was caught up in some huge conspiracy. An invisible and sinister spider web has been woven, gently clinging to his back, slowly imprisoning him in a dark corner...
"Robin, do you like feathers?" Mi Gula said, "I think your hair color and face shape match a feather hat very well."
"Okay." Luo Binhan said immediately. After he finished speaking, he realized that those were not his true thoughts - what on earth is a feather hat?
Mi Gula led him towards a small tent, and her hand made Luo Binhan immediately forget to think about the feather hats until he was horrified to find that most of the hats hanging outside the tent were green.
He tried his best to get Migula to give up his hat temporarily. At this time, he noticed the neighboring stall. The stall owner was an old man with wrinkles and a sad face. His withered body was curled up into a ball. At first glance, he looked like a hundred-year-old ape. There is a box of rings on his stall, most of which are made of gold and silver, with brilliant pearls. Only one copper ring stands out. The shape of the copper ring is simple and simple, with a dragon pattern lightly engraved on the surface.
Luo Binhan subconsciously picked up the ring, and a mysterious feeling emanated from the ring. He somehow believed that the ring held special powers.
"What is this?" he asked the stall owner.
The old ape-like stall owner raised his head and looked at him, his eyes a bit aged and profound.
"Na Jie." He replied sadly.
Luo Binhan felt increasingly familiar with this ring. So he asked: "How to use this ring? Does it require any special power?"
The stall owner shook his head and said slowly and sadly: "Put it on your hand and touch its pattern."
So Luo Binhan put the copper ring on his left index finger, and then touched the dragon-shaped pattern on it. The cold metal surface immediately became warm.
The ring let out a sad sigh: "Na..."
Luo Binhan waited quietly for a few seconds, and then touched it harder a few times.
"Na na," the ring said affectionately, "na na na -"
Luo Binhan started scratching the ring.
"Na na na na na na na na na na -"
"Hey, your mother!" Luo Binhan roared, "What the hell is this?"
The stall owner still looked at him with sorrow and vicissitudes of life, and repeated with sad eyes: "Na Jie."
Luo Binhan angrily took off the ring and threw it back into the original ring box. The sadness in the stall owner's eyes became more intense, and the light rippled in his cloudy pupils, as if it was about to flow down at any moment. That desolate look made Luo Binhan dare not turn away, so he had no choice but to ask: "Don't you have anything useful here?"
"They are all very useful," said the stall owner.
"Are there any weapons or anything like that? Or some nicer decorations?"
The stall owner thought for a while, then took out a stuffed bird from the tent behind him. It was a snow-white pigeon, placed on a dark, burnt wooden branch, preserved as if it were a living thing.
Luo Binhan looked at it left and right, feeling that it neither looked like a weapon nor was it suitable to be placed on Mi Gula's head.
"What is this?" he asked.
"The pigeon of superstition," said the stall owner. He went on to tell a story in a sad, funereal tone, about a certain witch who fell in love with a physicist. They eventually broke up due to conflicting ideas, and the resentful witch created the dove, which contained a vicious curse. Any rational person cannot hear the pigeon talking, otherwise he will fall into madness.
Luo Binhan didn't really believe this story, but he considered himself not a wise man, so he couldn't verify the authenticity. After he showed his unwillingness to buy, the stall owner immediately stood up and walked away, and came back shortly after carrying a squirrel.
He put the squirrel on the ground. The latter was dull and showed no resistance, almost like a specimen.
"It is the smartest wise man here." The stall owner slowly introduced to Luo Binhan, "A Zen scholar, a philosopher, a botanist, and an astronomer. It has been thinking about a problem about nuts and spinning particles for half a month. .”
"Okay." Luo Binhan said.
The stall owner asked Luo Binhan to ask the pigeon a question. So Luo Binhan asked: "What are you most afraid of?"
The stuffed pigeon raised its snowy neck as if it were alive.
"Quantum Spear," it said.
The dazed squirrel suddenly moved. It erects its ears like antennas and wraps itself tightly with its fluffy and wide tail.
Luo Binhan continued to ask: "What are you good at? What do you like? What do you hate? What do you believe in?"
"The rapid reading of quantum fluctuations produces ion magnetized water." Pigeon said, "Philosophy is Zen, and the end of science is theology. Infinity cannot be graded. The Nine Palaces Bagua Tai Chi magnetic flow flying saucer represents the supreme god of science."
The squirrel began to tremble, roll, and tear the fur from its tail, then screamed and ran toward the nearest tree, knocking itself unconscious against the roots.
Luo Binhan and Mi Gula stared at it blankly. After a while, Luo Binhan turned his head and asked the pigeon specimen: "How did you do that?"
The "superstitious pigeon" holds its head high and its dark eyes full of mystery.
"I can't explain this to you," it said arrogantly, "because I'm just an ancient law."
