The wind screamed.
That was not some kind of anthropomorphic imagination, Luo Binhan really heard the scream of the wind. The vibrations that continued to tear through the air made it difficult for him to think. He could hear the terror in the voice, and he could even vaguely recognize the sharp tone belonging to Bang Bang. Even though he now knew that Bang Bang was not who he knew he was, the shrill voice still made him feel unbearable. He was simply suspicious that Bang Bang had done something to his head.
"I don't think so," Garfield said. "You're just... unseemly naive... or eccentric. I haven't found an adjective that fits the scale yet."
Aren't you pretending to be dead? Luo Binhan said coldly in his heart.
"I just think there is no room for my evaluation just now." Garfield replied, "My understanding of the Yongguang Clan is not comprehensive. It is not enough for me to judge the development of the situation. But as far as the current trend is concerned, yes, I Think your friend will win.”
Luo Binhan sneered at its hindsight. He thought that by now, everyone could see that Upsilon had the upper hand: those wing-like sword-like lights had completely controlled Gray Wind. They radiate out from the center of the black ring in the giant's hand, while still rotating, like a strange and abstract sun oil painting. In the middle of the spoke-shaped light, the once boundless gray storm has become as thick as thick smoke, pouring continuously into the red light in the center of the ring. The vermilion became more and more vivid, as shocking as a blood sacrifice.
It was difficult for Luo Binhan to judge how long the rumor lasted. His intuition about time had long been worn out by endless disasters, and the screaming wind had destroyed his delicate and fragile nerves. He could only glance at the giant above his head from time to time, and draw some psychological support from the majestic and majestic figure. Sometimes he would glance at Asabam, feeling the power of hatred from the fact that the dwarf guest had laughed at him in the past. That was simply unreasonable: she had known for a long time that Bang Bang was a monster—at least, she knew that Bang Bang was more than just Bang Bang—but she never revealed anything to him, even after Bang Bang's "death." She would rather lie there like a dead body and play off his grief over the death of her friend than say a word of truth to him. This is the style of the person who claims to bring eternal spring, this is the wand Valkyrie who was hung up in the sky by her colleagues.
"I think you are a little radical." Garfield commented in a cautious tone. "This matter does not have such a strong emotional component...I think that given the dangerous situation we faced at the time, telling you the truth will cause you Disruption. She cannot predict how you will view this matter, and that may introduce additional risks.”
What are the risks? Luo Binhan asked. Does she think I will fall in love with a gust of wind?
"I didn't say that." Garfield denied immediately. After a while it added: "That section of the river is dangerous... Because her life is stronger than ours, the river chose her memory as a barrier. But if, and I mean it is possible, you are in an extreme In strong emotions, Hedao will also notice what's on your mind. She's not good at dealing with things she doesn't understand."
Are you in love with her? Luo Binhan said.
"No." Garfield said slowly, "I don't think I have the neurological mechanism you are referring to. It is an emotion based on the physical basis. But I admit that there is an element in her that I admire, that is out of On an aesthetic level. And I've also noticed that sometimes when you talk to her, part of your neurological reaction is not like hatred. Ah, it's a more complex emotional mechanism, you call it High-level emotion, a kind of positive behavior attempt that arouses imagination, understanding and help for the goal..."
"It's illegal to spread rumors!" Luo Binhan immediately threatened.
"The word I'd like to use is empathy," Garfield said. "I'm curious what you mean by that."
Luo Binhan looked angry and refused to answer such unreasonable questions. Just then he also heard the screaming wind change.
"Luo... Luo..." the wind voice called vaguely, "I... oh..."
"Why are you looking for me!" Luo Binhan said angrily.
"I feel...bad...and need...help..."
"My hands are gone a long time ago." Luo Binhan said angrily, "You ate it, remember? Do you still want one?"
Asabam turned his face and stared at him. Luo Binhan immediately glared at her. He was also puzzled about this matter in his heart: now he knew what Bang Bang had done and what kind of thing Bang Bang was, but he hardly felt any anger or hatred towards it, at least not Not as good as Assabamu. It's as if Gray Wind is just a strange and dangerous killing machine. Who would be angry at a machine? He just needs to stay away from it.
"Mr. Zhou Yu, although repaying kindness with kindness is a great act of kindness, we don't have this kind of margin now. Please don't be swayed by strange requests."
"I didn't!" Luo Binhan replied almost sternly. He suspected that Upsilon was looking down on his intelligence.
"Oh, just in case. I'm just saying a few words. However, I don't like such an ugly reaction, Mr. Bangbang. If you want to resist, feel free to do so, and then try to involve innocent people. Come in, I'm going to be really angry. You don't want to see me like that, do you? Hey, the guy who made me angry last time was a single Lingeist who used to belong to the White Tower. What I should have done The thing was just to arrest him in a temporary prisoner of war camp - but because I was so angry, I changed the growth direction of his bones, nerves, blood vessels, brain tissue, etc., and then cut him into pieces. It turned out to be a weird thing in the end, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha... Yeah, of course I didn't actually do it, I just thought about it in my head. Because what I want is justice, isn't it good? That’s what I did. But if I really get too angry, I don’t know what will happen. This is not the official territory of the Alliance, and you are not protected by the laws of any star realm. Hey, everything I do now seems to be legal. Eh."
Luo Binhan started to look up again. The giant also lowered his head slightly, his multifaceted diamond-like eyes shining innocently at him. He couldn't help but feel that the look in his eyes seemed familiar, as if Momolo was about to start preaching the true meaning of Buddhism.
"Really?" he said.
"It's false, it's completely false! I've never done that kind of thing. Oh, it's my fault for saying such things. As a public official, I'm too frivolous, and it might have a negative impact. Please forget what I just said It's a shame."
Upsilon answered in a light tone, and then made no sound again. Everyone became quiet, and even the wind no longer sounded like a bang. In the silence, Luo Binhan felt a vague feeling of sadness - he himself had no time to figure out why, and this weak feeling disappeared. He sat down in the giant's palm and soon fell into a drowsy sleep from exhaustion. He knew Asabam was around and the crisis was not over yet, so he couldn't really sleep peacefully. During his turbulent rest, he only briefly had a few near-dream hallucinations, in which Jing Huang and Momolo were sitting on a herd of flying horses. Momolo was beckoning him over, calling for a horse named Finlatan.
Luo Binhan immediately woke up alertly. He thought he was woken up by the name, but when he opened his eyes, he found that was not the case. For some reason, he was upside down, using one hand to support a handstand, and he was even doing the splits with both feet. Asabam was standing in front of him, looking at him from top to bottom.
"Does it look good?" he said, "Can you do it instead?" Then he lost his balance and fell down.
"She wanted to wake you up," Garfield explained, "but she seemed unwilling to call you by your name, or the false name you used for that Everlight clan member."
"I thank her!" Luo Binhan said angrily.
Asabam took a step back indifferently and turned his gaze outside. Luo Binhan had already organized a fierce counterattack, but he stopped when he saw what was behind her.
He saw Bang Bang lying down about five steps away from them, shaking all over and with messy hair. When his old friend raised his head, his eyes were filled with gray dust.
