In the early morning, the "sun" is about to rise, and the sky shows a light green color.
On the beach, Li Liang picked a bonfire and threw in some new firewood.
I don't know when he started to find that the sleeping effect of green fruits was getting worse and worse, especially during this period, even if he ate it to the top, it would only make him tipsy.
In addition, he goes to bed as soon as it gets dark at night. These days, he often wakes up in the middle of the night and sits there until dawn. Fortunately, the days are short and long, but the nights are fixed for more than ten hours.
A faint sound came, and Child Li, who had been sleeping for a day and a night, slowly crawled out of the shack.
"you're awake?"
Li Liang didn't look back and his voice was calm.
"Um."
Child Li walked to the bonfire and sat down, holding his chin in his hands and staring at the flames. The look on his face was very different from yesterday.
Li Liang found it very interesting.
The current expression may be the original character of this little girl. Yesterday's panic and cuteness were completely fake. Unfortunately, she found the wrong audience. She should have realized this by now, so she simply stopped acting.
Glancing at Saolis sitting quietly wrapped in a few broad leaves on the other side of the beach, Li Liang fiddled with the bonfire and asked casually: "How old are you?"
"Seven years old."
"You can do business with goblins at the age of seven?"
Li's child looked gloomy, lowered his head and did not answer.
The sea breeze was slightly cool, and there was only the crackling sound of burning firewood on the beach.
Li Liang remained silent.
He saw a mixture of disappointment and loneliness on the little girl's face.
After a while, Child Li sighed like an adult, wiped his cheeks and said, "You are from Earth too, right?"
Li Liang smiled and said, "Why do you say that?"
"Creatures in the spiritual world are not curious about a human being," Child Li finally showed a smile, "and you speak with a bit of a Zhongjing accent."
"Then what?" Li Liang stared at the seven-year-old girl with interest.
"I was thinking," Child Li looked in the direction of Saolis, "Who are you?"
"Go on."
"Before departure, I investigated all the people who entered and exited the Deep Sea Gate, including all image data," Li said with a smile, "You are not there."
"So?" Li Liang's expression remained unchanged and he smiled gently.
"Three years ago, there was a nether invasion at the Deep Gate. The sergeant major's report showed that Advisor Tam helped the garrison, but I now think he lied."
Li child sat up straight, his round face full of seriousness, "You saved Zhenjie Fort, right?"
As a descendant of a high-ranking Zhuosi and possessing an extraordinary IQ, Li Liang was not surprised that the child could infer this, but it was a bit strange that Ling Ye would cover it up for him. Maybe it was because of Tam.
Thinking of Tam, Li Liang suddenly remembered his missing memory of 90 years, and asked meaningfully: "Then who do you think I am?"
Li Child frowned and said hesitantly: "The earth's spirit is very thin. Among the psychics in the lower city, no one has been able to complete the soul-transmitting ceremony. The family members...not Zhuosi, Activision are all women, Softbank...Putt Nan..." She shook her head, "I can't guess."
Li Liang was a little disappointed. It was normal to think about it. After all, it had spanned a thousand years and the traces of his existence had long since disappeared. In addition, even if he really had anything to do with Xi'an, those who threw him down would definitely erase everything. trace.
"But," Child Li tilted his head and muttered, "I think you look familiar."
"Really?" Li Liang smiled, "Like your father?"
"snort."
Li was discouraged, resting his chin on his knees with his hands, looking at the bonfire and whispering: "I don't have a father."
Noticing that the little girl was looking down, Li Liang changed the topic and asked seemingly casually: "What do you think Xi'an is?" This sentence had a sense of discussion and was quite ambiguous. He had asked this question before. Ling Ye, the sergeant major didn't notice anything unusual, so he must have been able to fool the little girl in front of him.
"Xian," Li Child sighed, "Everyone seems to be sick."
"Why?"
"There has been no 'manna' from the pantheon for many years. The immortals in the Hall of Valor have closed their doors and endlessly debated meaningless philosophical issues. The rest of the people either participate in various events from morning to night. Various parties, whether staying in the church to pray for the salvation of the Twin Gods, or soaking in the neuromansion network to experience virtual life, for a Xi'an person, the most painful thing in life may just be... new friends giving him Four likes instead of five."
Li Liang was stunned.
He could no longer suppress his shock and couldn't control his expression.
Is this Xi'an?
Xi'an Company leading the direction of mankind?
People in uptown hold parties every day? Like each other? Play online games?
in addition……
The Eternal One in the Hall of Valor?
Yuan Zhen also seemed to have mentioned the immortals in the Hall of Heroes. Is this "eternal life" really eternal life or is it a title?
Inexplicably, Li Liang thought of the long-broken screen on the sky that enveloped Zhongjing City. Every time he saw the square hanging in the sky like a black hole, he would always wonder why no one repaired it.
Now, he knew why.
It's just that reason that sounds so funny, so ridiculous.
Li Child held his face and lowered his head, not noticing Li Liang's expression, and continued: "Originally, I was glad that Zhuosi was different. After all, we are on the moon. However, since the Gate of the Deep Sea was discovered, more and more people The Dros people are addicted to the power of spirits, and we are also sick..."
As she spoke, she curled up, hugged her knees and buried her face in them, muttering: "Everyone is sick, humans are sick."
Li Liang remained silent.
It wasn't until the "sun" fully rose and its warm light spread on the beach that he slowly said: "The ones who are sick are not humans, they are Xi'an people."
Li Child's voice sounded muffled: "Are you saying that Xiacheng District is different?"
"Um."
"It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to go to the ground. What does the ground look like?" Li child asked softly, holding his legs and resting his chin on his knees, looking into the void.
Li Liang thought of the couple Massey and Old Ford, of their daily quarrels, of the neighbors on Fifth Avenue, and of Old Tang selling steamed buns. He wanted to say that people on the ground were still working hard for survival and were grateful for the harvest. Joy, people on the ground are still living meaningfully.
But he didn't say it, he just smiled helplessly: "Who taught you this acting skill?"
Fortunately, at the last moment, he noticed something was wrong. If he followed Li's question, he would probably lose his confidence.
There is something about the atmosphere created.
"snort."
Child Li snorted: "Stingy guy."
Li Liang was amused and said with a smile: "What's the point of trying to trick me?"
"Yes," Li said seriously, "I want to do a business with you."
