Asabam looked at him with an unpredictable expression.
"I just hope you know about this." Luo Binhan said, "I think it lacks basic respect for me. Is there any way to train it? It is probably this big, and its face looks like this-"
"Ghost Paralysis Lizard." Asabam said. Her tone showed complete understanding of the situation, which made Luo Binhan immediately angry. The dwarf star guest was obviously ignorant of his situation, but he could tell the species of an unknown lizard on the ship. Could it be that she actually found a lizard more threatening than him?
"I don't recommend that you think about your self-worth at this moment," Garfield says. "In a dangerous situation, trusting yourself is much more effective than feeling embarrassed, which can affect your judgment of the situation."
I'm not embarrassed, okay? Luo Binhan retorted. No matter what, compared to a free and tolerant soul like him, it was obviously the Ghost Paralysis Lizard who was embarrassed. He cleared his throat and continued: "Isn't there a trick to this?"
"Imitate its familiar surroundings," Asabam said.
"Shall I build a stone cave for it?"
Asabam shook his head. "You," she said simply, "imitate its environment. It will get used to you."
This suggestion did not sound practical to Luo Binhan. A long time ago, Momolo also told him that the lizard has no master in its heart. He may just be a bonsai that embellishes its beautiful home. It also has the function of providing meat and pleasing the mood, so the lizard is willing to fight to protect such a bonsai. But that was completely different from the actual situation. Fina did not ignore him, but despised him with all the emotions a lizard could express, and so far had made little contribution to his life safety. Suppose that one day he and Yaleriga wanted to kill each other, they beat the Silence upside down, and finally stood in the middle of the bridge room facing each other. The only reason for Fina to appear was to take the opportunity to play with her most beloved ring. . What should he do? His body is made up of 5% of the laws of nature, 5% of the past and love, and 90% of the grudge against Jing Huang. He will definitely not be able to become the incarnation of Na and the ring anyway.
"It hates me." Luo Binhan said resentfully. "It just wants to have fun and doesn't care about how I feel."
Asabam said nothing. She might just be not interested in this matter, but Luo Binhan also saw a hint of disapproval from her half-lowered eyelids, as if she thought that all the reptiles in the world were ascetic monks who were as solid as rock and ice, and would never treat them wrong. What disgust the passing scenery produces. In Luo Binhan's view, this attitude is undoubtedly a sign of preference. The evidence is conclusive and foolproof. Cave-dwelling pets are the favorites of cold-blooded killers. This idea is indeed a bit strange. Asabam actually likes this thing, just like a robot picking out the fat in the bowl.
Luo Binhan was silent for a while and then asked: "What is the dragonfly brooch you mentioned before?"
At this time, they had gone far enough that Luo Binhan had full confidence that Asabam could no longer force him to go back and jump into the sea to look for a lost brooch. But somewhere in the back of his mind, he still felt that this was a bit weird. Asabam likes dragonflies? Still like brooches? That makes absolutely no sense.
Asabam raised his eyes. There was a complex look in his eyes, as if Luo Binhan had said something strange and awkward.
"You shouldn't have survived," she said.
Luo Binhan shrank back and looked back at the other party with an expression that he would rather die than surrender.
"Even if I die, the lizard will not follow you!" he said loudly.
Asabam ignored him again. But Luo Binhan didn't feel panic either. He would not imagine that Asabam would treat him gently and kindly because of what happened on the river before, but he would not suddenly inspire her murderous intention. Dwarfstar's behavior so far had obviously followed some logic that he had not yet seen through. He and his dagger would always have to be used by her until he was actually killed. And now he had a better understanding of Asabam's speaking habits. Somehow he understood that she was using a past tense, and that she was talking about their old dispute on Frost Chrysalis.
Luo Binhan looked at her with a smile. Of course he would never forget that incident, that cold and swift execution, and he believed she had done similar things to countless enemies. Among those enemies are heinous thugs and monsters that would make mortals' livers burst. Their sins will never be less than Asabam's. But on Frost Chrysalis, at a moment when he didn't even know the word "dwarfstar", she killed him without hesitation. She would treat him this way, and she must have treated others this way. He even thought about the ulcers and lacerations on her hands and feet. Could the sins that tortured her include victims like him? What she endured - some of it - was entirely deserved.
"Do you really think this will work?" he said. "Cut off an old one and grow a new one? It doesn't sound like it has anything to do with spring? It sounds like someone considers the wild land outside their home. Garden. It’s quite grand to be an old farmer who has the maids in charge, isn’t it?”
Asabam raised his head suddenly, and Luo Binhan stared at her without fear. He stared intently at those night eyes, but did not find much surprise in them, so he knew that she knew - Asabam must know more about where the strange winter dream came from than he did. She wouldn't tell him, and finding out why wasn't the most urgent thing right now. He already knew and could no longer pretend to be indifferent. There are thousands of stray cats in Lihai City. They will die under the wheels, in the cold wind, or at the tip of a knife from any psychopath. None of this will hinder his comfortable life as a human citizen. But if he was forced to know how a particular cat suffered and grew up in its life, what name its previous owner had given it and how it had been mistreated, that name would become a curse that robbed him of his happiness. The more detailed these “knowledges” are, the more vivid their sting. Pretending to be conscienceless for so long is, after all, just as torturous as maintaining a conscience.
That really shouldn't be the case. The lumberjack should not know the story of the tree, and the tree should not know the story of the lumberjack. He thought to himself that this must be the evil conspiracy of the book. He didn't want to say any more, but those three words were stuck in his throat. A name, three short syllables, represents father and daughter. If he spoke out he might be killed immediately.
"You don't understand," Asabam said. "You obey him."
Her calm tone of stating the facts made Luo Binhan feel a desire for revenge. At that moment, he would rather see an angry and dangerous savage warrior god than a cold-blooded killer who is unwavering in his faith. But there was nothing he could do, knowing that insults and ridicules had no effect on a devout believer. He couldn't persuade her to change his mind with words - in fact, he himself didn't know what he wanted to persuade her. He just happened to hear about the lumberjack's vicissitudes of life, and he just wanted to see her waver even a little bit.
But - the next second he thought of something - it was not words or weapons, and it would not make his situation any better. But if he just wanted to see Asabam's rage, and see her shaken by any bad thing he had done, that might be more than any dirty or mean words. So he put his hand into his coat and touched the wet cylinder. It's been squashed a bit, but the seal is still tight. Even though his lighter doesn't work, the dagger can still light things. This couldn't be more appropriate, an embarrassing fairy wand given to a genuine black fairy.
