Luo Binhan was originally happy that he could escape from that classroom, but when he walked out, he found that things were not simple. He found that the surroundings had entered darkness at some point, and he could hardly see the road three meters away. He stared blankly, wondering why the light had become so dim, until he bumped into the wall at the end of the aisle.
"Mr. Luo, be careful!"
Momolo helped him stand up and reminded him to pay attention to his surroundings. At this time, Luo Binhan finally remembered what kind of well-lit place he had been in before. He had adapted to the splendid Yongguang Clan classroom, so much so that after leaving, it seemed as if he had suddenly walked into the dark night.
"How did you adapt to this?" Luo Binhan asked, rubbing his eyes, "Is it because your eyes also glow?"
That may be part of the reason, but Momolo also admitted to him that for the Yongguang tribe who have lived in the environment illuminated by the Spark Tower for a long time, the process of entering other star realms for the first time will indeed feel very novel and slightly uncomfortable. They must go through a grace period to accept that their armor cannot always be charged.
Not all Everlights have never seen the night before reaching adulthood, but Momolo is not one of them. He had never left the Kingdom of Light before graduation, so no matter how detailed he learned in class, he was still attracted by the deep space where light lingered. When he was flying at high speed in the void, he was always full of excitement watching every luminous star twinkling far away light years away, watching them burn in the darkness until he crashed into the stealth-flying Silence. Since then, he has improved his flying skills amid Jing Huang's roar - perhaps because he no longer has the opportunity to fly with his colonial gear so frequently.
"Well done!" Luo Binhan praised him. That made Momolo both happy and confused, but he still said positively: "I still have many shortcomings, Mr. Luo! The last time I tried to cast the new ray, it failed. It must be because some details were missing. Attention. Please exercise with me when you have free time!"
"Definitely next time!" Luo Binhan promised loudly. He had adapted to this dim world, passed through the heavy shadows intertwined by the lights, and went straight to Jing Huang's door. Before the hotpot party, this door allowed him to open it unconditionally, but now it was obviously not possible. He had no choice but to ring the doorbell frantically and shout loudly at the monitor. Whether he could open the door depended on luck, and this time he seemed to be hitting the right time. The door opened quickly. Jing Huang stood in the center of the room with a sullen face, and four golden balls were rolling around on the floor. Thursday runs around him, excitedly chasing each rolling golden ball.
"How come there are so many balls?" Luo Binhan asked.
"...I just said the wrong thing."
Luo Binhan looked at Momoluo blankly. The latter looked as ignorant as he did of the situation. Before he had time to ask, Jing Huang reached out and held Zhou Ba's head, holding her in place, and then stretched out his foot to step on a passing golden ball - Luo Binhan was very sure that he only stepped on one. It means there are at least three more freely rolling around the room. But when he blinked slightly, the room returned to silence. He only saw a single golden ball stepping on Jing Huang's feet, and Zhou Ba's head fell on the bottom of his palm, both of them motionless, as if everything just now was an illusion.
Jing Huang kicked the golden ball up with his toes, causing it to fall into Zhou Ba's arms in a weird arc, and then pushed Zhou Ba out of the door.
"A hug." Zhou Ba turned around and said.
"Don't come in." Jing Huang replied ruthlessly.
A girl who longed for a hug was kicked out in front of Luo Binhan. Then the unseemly pirate leader sat back down in his old seat, motionless as a stone statue. Luo Binhan watched steadily and calmly during the whole process. Deep down in his heart, he compared the scene just now with time travel, and finally thought that time travel was much more outrageous after all. Then all problems were solved, and what he just saw was just part of the natural phenomenon of the universe. He decided to forget about it completely.
He sat next to Jing Huang and asked, "Are you free?"
"……what?"
"Let's talk."
Luo Binhan waved to Momoluo and directed him to sit on the other side of Jing Huang. The pirate leader who was surrounded by them was obviously alert and opened his half-closed eyes. He waved the empty sleeve of his left hand calmly, as if he was ready to knock Luo Binhan unconscious at any time. But Luo Binhan didn't care about this, but searched everywhere for another guest in the room.
"Where did the cat go?"
"Go out and get some air."
"Then why don't you go out?"
"I don't want to go."
"What kind of wishing machine is that kid?"
Jing Huang's empty sleeves waved slightly again. He didn't turn his head, but his eyes turned sideways.
"It's not that difficult to guess, okay?" Luo Binhan leaned back in his chair and said, "The ghost book mentions black boxes everywhere, and you also mentioned black boxes. Where else can I guess?"
Jing Huang curled his lips. Luo Binhan thought that was recognition. A mystery that had been bothering him for a long time was revealed, but instead of giving him any sense of accomplishment, it made him even more worried. Momolo's class had never told him what a wishing machine, like the one in Central City, looked like. He still pictured them as giant steel machines, or grotesque vessels of electricity like the Holy Fusion Crystals. But who can guarantee it? If something can change its history, it certainly won't be a problem for it to change its appearance. If there's anything worth asking here, it's not "how" but "why."
"I knew there was something wrong with her." Luo Binhan repeated.
"Maybe before. It doesn't matter now."
"Why?"
"She is a failure. It is impossible to use her like other wishing machines. Although she still has some characteristics, she will gradually become a normal person in the future. Just treat her as an ordinary child."
The first half of this paragraph made Luo Binhan feel a little uncomfortable. He looked at Jing Huang suspiciously, picking up traces from the other's subtle expressions. Gradually, he realized that the pirate leader was not necessarily belittling Saturday, but that he did not want to continue talking about this topic. There was nothing embarrassing about that. After all, Zhou Wenxing had successfully grown up, and other than that, he had nothing to ask for urgently. If Jing Huang doesn't want to talk, he can ask Yaleriga.
"Okay." He said in a compromised manner, "The little girl's matter will be postponed. I just want to ask something else. There is something about your hometown in the book you gave me, do you remember?"
"You mean Wuyuan, right?"
"What did they do?" Luo Binhan continued to ask indifferently, "Why is there so much yin and yang in that book?"
"...Isn't that what reason is all about?"
"Have you ever reflected on yourself?" Luo Binhan said sincerely, "Master, our family problems are family problems, and it is inappropriate to expand them."
"What exactly do you want to ask?"
"I can't figure out how this happened. "
Jing Huang shook his sleeves impatiently. So Luo Binhan continued: "I read the book you gave me. It said that the history of Wuyuan is very short. I don't know how short it is... It sounds like it only lasts a few thousand years, but But he built something like a wishing machine, and the book called it..."
"Milin."
"Yes, Wei Zi." Luo Binhan answered. He heard that Jing Huang's voice was normal, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't know much about high technology." He admitted, "But this length of time is a bit short, right? And I also remember another thing. The cat made me have a dream. In the dream I saw your dad..."
"Hidden Jade." Jing Huang said in a calm tone. Luo Binhan thought that there was no need for them to start an internal conflict now, so he corrected him in a good-natured way: "Hidden Jade. 0101. Wuyuanxing is the leader. Anyway, I dreamed that he was about to die, and at that time he activated something, that The cat said it was a micrometer..."
Jing Huang moved his lips silently. What was that mocking? Robinham quickly judged it, but was unable to grasp a more specific answer. He could only continue speaking along his own train of thought.
"I found something strange here." He said, "Wuyuan's history is very short, not to mention that they were on the verge of extinction for a time... It sounds like Zangyu is just their resurgence. You told me before that you were on the island I have lived there for hundreds of years. I assume that Zangyu has lived for that long, and the micron system has been built before he was born. Is it a thousand years? Or five hundred years? Maybe my hometown is too primitive for you, But you see, even Central City thinks Wuyuan is a place with little history, but they have made some achievements that require historical accumulation, huh? I was thinking that you might be able to explain this matter."
"Isn't it obvious? Because they didn't invent the micron."
Luo Binhan exclaimed: "Don't you think your county still has this skill?"
"Fart. Not us either."
"Is that the calculator God gave them?"
"Have you seen the story of those who exiled opponents during the voyage? If there are people who are considered traitors on a ship, they will leave a few survival supplies and then throw them to a desert island to fend for themselves. If If there happen to be wild beasts on that island, they might be given some ammunition and weapons and let them try to fight the wild beasts. That's the origin of the Wuyuan Star Base you want to know."
Jing Huang finally turned his face. There was a dazzling mockery on his face.
"Wuyuanxing is a loser who was exiled by the 'Expedition'. After being abandoned by the rulers, the final task was to take root and rebuild there, and then destroy the nearby Ancient Laws. The reason why they were assigned microns , because everything around them is a 'war zone'. Do you understand?"
His voice rose involuntarily. But now Luo Binhan will not be shaken by this. The events began to connect in his mind, and naturally he asked the next question.
"So," he asked Jing Huang, "who almost destroyed them the first time?"
