Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 169

Yale Liga jumped back to the ground from her seat, made a few gestures to the savages responsible for lifting the frame, and then asked Luo Binhan to stop the aircraft on the side of the road.

"Come with me," she said in an unusually soft tone.

At this time, Luo Binhan was still immersed in the shock and grievance of being peeped into his life.He still didn't have the guts to confront Yale Liga, but there was inevitably a sense of resentment hidden in his heart that kept him silent after leaving the aircraft.

Yale Liga didn't mind his attitude, but looked at him strangely.It was different from her usual dangerous eyes, it was an expression that was overly kind and considerate, even disturbing.

Under such gazes, Luo Binhan quickly became uncomfortable. He wanted to continue to grit his teeth and get angry, but also wanted to ask what was going on.

"You have a lot of questions," said Yareriga. "If you really want to, you'll have answers before dawn."

She started to walk away from the savage team, and Luo Binhan followed her and asked, "So you know what's going on? Why don't you just tell me?"

Yale Liga was in no hurry to answer.She stood on the edge of the mountain path and looked at the moon, as if she ran away from the wildlings just to see the scenery.After a while she finally said, "You managed to get back from there."

"Yes, otherwise? Isn't this your old man's arrangement?"

"I hope you come back alive. But you may die there. I can't get the news in real time, and all accidents may happen."

Robin Han remained cautiously silent.Yale Liga's way of speaking made him feel very strange. Somehow he remembered that he was at the request of Yale Liga to go face to face to inquire about the situation. She also specially taught him how to fly the aircraft and use various tools.Now it seems that the arrangement of all this has played a role.

"Does this adventure amuse you?" Yareriga asked.

Her question made Luo Binhan instinctively want to say a few strange words, but when the words slipped to his lips, what he heard himself say was: "It's quite interesting."

That's not what he meant to say.But he was not fascinated by anyone, that was indeed his own idea.

Allerica seemed to know the answer long ago.She looked at Luo Binhan with that gentle and sad strange gaze and said, "Now you have to learn to make choices more actively."

"what?"

"He wants you to remain ordinary," Yareriga said, "but now you should leave the choice to yourself. Sometimes it is useful to be different, and if you are willing to pay the price, no one should make the choice for you."

She revealed her tail from the air, unwrapped a scimitar wrapped around it, and pulled it from its sheath.Luo Binhan recognized the blue and gorgeous blade, which had easily disemboweled Shath—it felt like a long time ago, and he couldn't even remember Shath's face.

"This knife was given to me by an acquaintance." Yale Liga turned the blade and said, "It's very sharp, and it has a spell to ignite fire. I used to like it very much."

"Ever?" Luo Binhan asked from a distance.He almost ran when Yareriga took out the knife.

"That's a story that has nothing to do with today," said Yareriga. "Maybe I'll tell you someday."

She pinched the blade with her fingers, and handed the machete to Luo Binhan with the blade facing her.When Luo Binhan held the handle in wonder, she heard her say: "You have been tested, now it is yours."

Luo Binhan looked at her in astonishment, but Yale Liga seemed to have planned this long ago.She also handed over the leather scabbard inlaid with gold.

"Put it in," she said.

Luo Binhan complied in a bewildered manner.The blade slid into the old sheath, making a heavy metal rubbing sound.There seems to be a rather serious sense of ritual about this matter.

"You have made a decision, you will not be the same as you were yesterday," said Yareriga.She repeated this sentence three times as if she was saying a prayer, which made Luo Binhan nervous and confused.

After she finished reading the meaningless words, she continued to look at Luo Binhan with a strange expression, not only a little relieved and relaxed, but also a little sympathetic.She leaned over and spoke a complex and obscure syllable in Robinhan's ear, telling him that it was the machete's ignition spell, an ancient language that has been lost today.As long as the spell is spoken, the meteorite knife forged by the fairies will be re-ignited by fire, and then burn to the stabbed enemy.Before that, however, it burns the owner who holds the handle first.

"You can only say this to the necessary people when necessary," she urged.

Luo Binhan held the knife in his hand, still feeling extremely confused and flustered.Fighting out of a city full of monsters seemed like something he'd watched other people do.

"Who are we going to kill next?" he asked as jokingly as possible.

Yale Liga shook her head and pointed to the distant firelight: "Those people come from the Karma tribe of the cloud and the Gangfo tribe of the sun. They came here to participate in the summer festival and the dark day that they have waited for 1000 years."

"You don't want me to kill them all?"

"No," said Yareriga, "I want you to meet one of them. She's a Gomfo prophet, and she's sitting on the canopy shelf at the end of the line. You should go and talk to her tonight. "

"And the savage prophet? But can I understand them?"

Yale Liga doesn't seem to think this is a problem.Sitting on a rock, breathing the fresh night air, she ignored Luo Binhan like a noble NPC who had just finished assigning tasks to novice players.

Luo Binhan had no choice but to return to the aircraft to catch up with the marching savage procession.Sure enough, at the end of the procession he saw several canopies made of dyed sackcloth.

He parked the craft nearby and ran straight into the line.It wasn't until he clearly showed his intention to get close to the prophets in the canopy that several young savages standing beside him stretched out their arms to stop him.At this moment, Luo Binhan had already walked under the canopy, and could clearly see several people sitting on it.

Most of them are very old, the skin is terribly loose, and it is even doubtful whether their heads are still awake.If there is no difference in their costumes, it would be difficult for Luo Binhan to tell their gender.

But he already knew who Yale Liga asked him to find.

Although the years and aging have almost destroyed the details of the facial features and smoothed out most of the differences, there is still one person who stands out from this group of so-called prophets.Her complexion is fairer, her hair is light brown, and she is shorter than the old people around her.When Luo Binhan looked at her, the corners of the other party's slack mouth slightly pulled up, revealing a little smile.

"Good evening," she said in a very dry, muffled voice.Her pronunciation has been severely distorted, but Luo Binhan can still recognize that it is the language of the world on the other side.His hand holding the knife trembled, and then he replied in the same language: "Good evening."

The old woman's flabby smile gradually widened.She asked the young savage standing by to lead Luo Binhan to her.Only then did Luo Binhan realize that she had no legs, and the linen sheet covering her lower body was deeply sunken, and it was just a pure decoration.

"What answer do you want from me?" the old woman asked him. "The future? The past? Or just who we are?"

These were not what Luo Binhan wanted to know.When the old woman's eyes met his, a sense of familiarity made him breathless.He told himself it was impossible.Impossible from any angle.Time, age, personality... none of them match up.

"Do you have a daughter?" he asked tremblingly.

The old woman seemed to recall it for a while, then shook her head slightly, her eyes showing sadness.

"Yes, I did," she said softly. "She died 100 years ago."

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