Upsilon grabbed three fairy sticks and clicked the lighter. The firelight flickered at the bottom of his chin, reflecting a few inconspicuous, herpes-like ulcers. Those sores healed quickly and kept reappearing in the same place. But Upsilon's face showed no trouble because of this. He said to Luo Binhan enthusiastically: "Mr. Luo, your igniter is very delicate."
"Don't mess up." Luo Binhan warned.
"Oh, okay, be careful. This one is made very well and won't break easily. But is there any special significance in carrying this device with little functionality?"
"Birthday gift." Luo Binhan said dryly, "Two people gave it to me, but one is gone."
The smile on Upsilon's face faded. He stopped igniting the gun and kept his thumb on the trigger.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know this was the case before. Let's get back to business, Miss Dwarf Starker. Don't continue. You came directly from the river, and you were also attacked by that guy. The damage should be very serious. It's serious. As long as there are no engine constraints, I won't be able to solve it easily. In the final analysis, you just don't want to strengthen that guy. There is no need to fight with me, right? If you were not satisfied before, it is almost time to sit down at the negotiation table now. It’s time.”
He rolled his neck and sat down on the ground.
"Ah, I'm tired! Let's talk about something else after a while. Although this place is not like a regular atmospheric environment, it is not a place full of sparkle towers like my hometown. Transformation is very tiring. If there is a delivery from Sugar Land Fortunately, there is really no motivation in a place where you can’t get hot food. Mr. Zhou Yu, what are you staring at the little girl?”
Luo Binhan quickly looked away. He was looking at the dagger in Asabam's hand, wondering how to get it back. Of course he had to get it back, but since he had given it to someone else, it seemed ridiculous to ask for it. Assabam reveals no talk from the strands of hair on the top to the shadow tips on the soles of the feet. Now his two magic weapons are no longer in his hands.
He had no choice but to sit awkwardly next to Upsilon and watch the Yongguang tribe and Dwarf Star guest wrestling with their gazes and expressions. The atmosphere was so solemn that he felt that he should not look like a trafficker. But what else could he do? He put his hand into his pocket and groped in vain, trying to find something to defend himself. Maybe one day he and Momolo dropped a table knife on him while eating.
"Is it okay if you leave the four-legged one alone?" He asked while touching his pocket. "Aren't you afraid that he will suddenly feel better and jump up to give you a try?"
"Oh, it's okay. I'm keeping an eye on you, Mr. Zhou Yu. Don't look at me now, I look similar to you. After all, I'm not a real human body, it's just a communicable image. You attack my head. and chest, it won’t cause any fatal injuries.”
"Then why are you still bleeding?"
"Well...is it the effect of the curse? Actually, I don't quite understand it. Oh, don't be so entangled. Anyway, this injury is just a minor injury. I can recover after I rest."
Luo Binhan stopped talking. He dug into his pockets, his eyes drifting towards Bang Bang who seemed to be in suspended animation, but there was a swarm of bees swirling in his heart. He had known for a long time that the little magic would work on Bang Bang... did he really know? He just felt that it was impossible for Bang Bang to act so realistically and appropriately at the time. But that doesn't make sense at all. If Bang Bang is - for example, a swarm of killer bees wrapped in fake skin - how can he still be embarrassed about something? That makes him too human. This was even more difficult for Luo Binhan to figure out than Upsilon and Asabam. A murderer swarm, a genocide, what else could he be embarrassed about? Shouldn't he have put all human emotions under his feet?
"I don't think it's about 'humanoid'," said the resident in his head. "It's a perception of error."
What perception? Luo Binhan asked.
"Wrong," said Garfield, "is the feeling you're referring to, which is caused by something that makes you feel wrong. Something about you, or outside yourself, that you shouldn't have caused that feeling. For someone like For a life like his, fear can be conquered by knowledge and understanding. But... what you gave him was an irresolvable mistake, a conflict between him and the world."
Luo Binhan dug into his pockets expressionlessly. He began to wonder what the word "embarrassing" meant, and whether he had messed around with some important life lesson that permanently misunderstood this synonym for "sin" or "evil." Now it seems that that is still very possible, because Asabam will never fart in a battle.
"That's the difference," Garfield explained. "If you admit that something is a sin... in my observation, you at least take it seriously, which means your behavior is important. You always have a trigger for it. The consequences of which are to be attended to. But the contradiction which you have caused - which I have never felt, and so can only attempt to describe - is unimportant. Its consequences are themselves, and so you can only Pay attention to itself and discover that it is caused by some inevitable error on your part or on the outside. I have observed that most rational and intelligent people are very reluctant to make errors."
That's not what people want, isn't it? Luo Binhan said.
"That's exactly the point," Garfield said. "If you aspire to the high and believe you are right, external fears are easy to overcome... but your own contradictions and irrelevance are not."
Are you swearing? Luo Binhan asked doubtfully.
"I don't think that's a derogation," Garfield declared. "It's a trait."
Luo Binhan thought about this matter for a while, and finally thought it was nonsense. The conclusion of this incident is obvious. Bang Bang, a group of man-eating bees wrapped in fake skin, was knocked down because he could not bear the fact that he actually pooped. This is a moment of triumph for the natural pottyheads. Even if he has ten thousand times more embarrassing things than Bang Bang, he only needs to remember one thing to escape: he and the mistakes he made are unimportant. He suddenly became a little happy again.
"What are you thinking about again, Mr. Zhou Yu?" Upsilon asked.
Only then did Luo Binhan realize that he was digging in his pocket. He had almost worn out the guidebook placed outside, but was too embarrassed to take it out. Upsilon apparently read the title aloud and then opened it and flipped through it. And if he even had to read the contents aloud, it would be far more than a fairy stick could hold, and it would have to be a bloody felony to get rid of it.
He reached inside and found his pepper bottle pistol-like space storage in an almost forgotten secret pocket - he still didn't throw away this thing after Asabam shot him through the stomach. , but the difference is that he learned to put the weapons outside and only store less important things inside. He remembered that he had put his mobile phone, change and nail clippers in it, and maybe something else.
Although the nail clippers were not enough to replace the one in Asabam's hand, Luo Binhan still took out the pepper shaker storage with full hope and started pouring things out. Both Upsilon and Asabam looked at him without concealment, but that didn't matter to Luo Binhan. Anyway, he was sure that there was nothing inappropriate in the memory. If so, then he would be the first to exclaim and secretly move his personal belongings. He squeezed the trigger of his pepper-pot pistol, and was pleased to find that it hadn't been ruined by this whole series of bullshit. Every time the trigger is pressed, something will spit out from the mouth of the tube. Luo Binhan pressed it for the first time, and an ear pick fell out (he was preparing to use it before setting off to see the pelicans). The second time, a square box as crystal clear and beautiful as an ice sculpture. When he saw the box, he wanted to stop, but inertia made him press the trigger. The third thing that fell out was a crystal ball with flying snowflakes.
