The few mentioned by Feng Linyi are all virtuous people who have become famous on the ancestral planet.
But Fifth Master Qiao looked at Feng Linyi, then shook his head and smiled: "Why do you pretend to be confused with me? They are just ghouls. Although they are the masters of a civilization, they have already fixed their way out and have no potential. dig."
"It's not unfair to say that he is a talented person. But what's the use to us?"
The core of the development of the entire galaxy civilization revolves around the word 'thought'.
Those that already exist will be collected as soon as possible.
Once it is entered into the Luotian Temple or the federal database, it will become a part of the Galaxy Civilization and can no longer be separated.
Even if they are masters of a certain type of civilization, what they represent is just the meaning of a 'living dictionary'.
People who cannot create a new civilization 'point' are not worthy of being truly valued by beings like Feng Linyi.
Feng Linwen suddenly turned his head and looked at Fifth Master Qiao: "You are the one who wants to fight with me and start a war. Now it is you who want to make peace and cooperate."
"You can't just do whatever you say. People have to be reasonable, right?"
Mr. Qiao's face twitched, he gritted his teeth and said, "Before Shang Xiong is kicked out, you take precedence over me. Is that okay?"
His previous statements and suggestions were all empty talk.
Promises made with so-called 'benefits' that cannot be obtained may seem tempting, but they are of no benefit at the moment.
This is like the boss telling his employees that when the company's market value exceeds one billion, he will issue shares to employees and let key employees participate in dividends. The promise was very strong, and the boss seemed to be very generous, but now the company is still a long way from going public.
In fact, he is just painting a big pie, waiting for you to help him work hard.
Even if one day we really achieve our goal, it will be this time or that time.
Whether past promises can be fulfilled is really a big question.
However, Qiao Wuye's promise at this moment was to directly transfer a large number of rights, which was tantamount to surrender.
It seems like a light sentence, but it has much connotation.
Feng Linyan clapped his hands: "It's done!"
"Then let's walk first!"
In the southern hemisphere of the ancestral star, there is the extra continent of Zuma and the city of Oviedor after the restart.
This was once the main city of the Bogelrad people on their ancestral planet.
However, since it was attacked by three parties and the world behind it was destroyed along with it, the city of Oviedo has become a refugee city with no care.
The survivors of the Bergerad people, some foreigners who had been exiled from the war, and a large number of old, weak, orphans, etc., were all piled up in this city that had lost hope.
The walls that were burned into red and black by the flames still have the pure white color of the past.
Aimo Komodo was carrying his luggage and walking on the streets filled with sewage.
In those abandoned corridors, the occasional peeking eyes made Aimo Komodo feel a lot at a loss.
A Bergerade child, who only covered half of his body in a big, worn-out T-shirt, quickly ran past Aimo Komodo on his six natural legs.
A stone flew from a distance and knocked the child to the ground.
Harsh laughter came from the corridors on both sides.
They are his kind, his kind, his fellow sufferers.
Aimo Komodo felt that this laughter seemed a bit harsh.
But what is more, it is an unexplainable sadness, when a nation itself has become numb, accustomed to taking pleasure in weaker ones, and no longer has the courage to rise again.
What value is the compassion of others?
"Isn't this... what I want?"
"Some nations have an indomitable will. Even if the world is destroyed, even if their civilization is wiped out, as long as there is still blood left, they will continue to strengthen themselves, keep making progress, and continue to move in a certain direction. But There are also more ethnic groups whose thoughts were once tamed and nurtured by religion, politics, and art, but when some of their beliefs collapse, they will quickly degenerate and even lead to self-destruction."
"People are different. When faced with the same situation, they will make different choices. The same goes for nations." Aimo Komodo walked past the child who was knocked down by a stone without looking away.
Many experiences he had had reminded him that meaningless kindness is like hope without a path.
It won't bring good results.
It can only be one tragedy after another.
"Are you okay?" a voice said.
It's the language of the Borglard people.
As a great scholar, thinker, and practitioner, Aimo Komodo naturally also speaks this language.
At the same time, he could also tell that the person who said this was not a Berglarad person, because when real Berglarad people spoke, they often added a weird vibrato at the beginning and end of sentences.
The person who spoke did not show these qualities in his voice.
Turning his head, Aimo Komodo saw a galactic man wearing a black cloak, helping the child up.
And he used a clean towel to bandage the child's wound.
The child's eyes were filled with fear, and then he suddenly picked up a sharp stone from the ground and slashed it directly towards the Galaxy man's face.
The Galaxy people couldn't avoid it, or maybe they were unprepared for the child.
The sharp stone scratched his cheek, and blood gushed out in an instant.
More cheers and laughter came from the corridor.
Aimo Komodo didn't want to be troublesome.
But when he looked into the eyes of the Galaxy man, he didn't show any anger or regret.
This made Aimo Komodo curious.
He was already extremely curious about the Galaxy people.
After all, according to legend, the Galaxy Human Race belongs to an extremely powerful and great civilization, more powerful than all the civilizations on the Ancestral Planet combined.
But these are all word of mouth and the 'self' rhetoric of some galactic people.
Relevant positive, written, and specific information has been destroyed in large quantities, making it difficult to find tangible evidence.
Aimo Komodo doesn’t believe what governments preach.
He believed that perhaps the Galaxy Civilization had no time to pay attention to the changes on the ancestral planet due to some changes.
However, a civilization that can open up passages to so many different worlds will never be as simple as what various countries promote. The main force of the galactic civilization has long been disabled.
Behind that, there must be some unknown changes.
"Don't you feel angry?" Emer Komodo asked the galactic man.
The galactic man was treating the wounds on his face, and the gentleness in his eyes frightened Aimo Komodo.
"Do you think I should be angry?" the Galaxy Man asked.
They all use Intelli language, which is a relatively common and popular language on the Ancestral Planet today.
"He failed you. After all, you had good intentions. Of course... you should have known a long time ago that helping these war orphans will not have any good results. Their hearts have long been dead. From birth, those who survive will It’s just a shell.”
