Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 365

Luo Binhan always knew where Yale Liga's room was, but he had never really seen the panorama inside.He would often subconsciously imagine it as a space with too much pink decoration, as if he felt that there must be a fake mountain and flowing water in Jing Huang's room.

However, like Jing Huang's room, there is almost nothing in it, and Yale Liga's room is not in line with Luo Binhan's imagination.It is about the same size as Jing Huang or Robin Han. It is basically composed of some cabinets embedded in the wall, a soft chair, a huge blanket, and a rattan-shaped floor lamp.Other decorations include a few cute dolls of species that Robinhan couldn't recognize, two or three pots of artificially cultivated plants on the boat, and a few precious stones coiled with wire.The colored gemstones seem to be of great value, but they are randomly discarded in the corners, and it is impossible to see what they are used for.

Yareriga was reading a book on the blanket in the middle of the room.She was lying on her stomach lazily, her chest was clinging to the soft snow-white blanket, her two calves were tilted towards the ceiling, the brown-black fur below her knees was extremely docile, and the tips of her hooves were still shining with wet water.From this, Luo Binhan guessed that the officer had just taken a shower after a patrol.

After getting permission, he took off his shoes and carefully stepped on the huge blanket made of an unknown species.He went around and sat down in front of Yale Liga, keeping a safe distance from her.At this time, he felt the warm and hazy yellow light from the rattan lantern above his head, as if he was basking in the sun in the wild in the early autumn afternoon.

It was indeed very comfortable, so Yale Liga's half-awake expression didn't surprise Luo Binhan too much.He put the puppet tumbler on the blanket, and it continued to swing freely, seemingly unaffected by the material of the contact surface.

Yareriga rested her chin on the back of her hand and squinted at the tumbler for a while.She undoubtedly knew how it got here, but she didn't show any more interest, just poked the tumbler's face lightly with the tip of her tail.

"What does the young master think of his father?" Luo Binhan said.

Yareriga raised her chin to see his expression.

"You all place great value on kinship," she remarked.

Luo Binhan wanted to explain this matter carefully.The situation between him and Jing Huang is obviously very different, and it is also difficult for him to decide what standard he should use to judge.He wanted to say that Allerica also cared about kinship, but then realized that this idea might be wrong.At most he knew that Yale Liga liked children very much, but what did she think of her parents?Luo Binhan instinctively thought that she really didn't care much about this matter.Maybe the moral ethics of the Gospels are like this: children are the continuation of life, and parents are the last edition of outdated learning materials.

"It doesn't matter who gave you life," said Yareriga. "You are not a covenant, and they are not your gods, lords, or beliefs, and they do not determine your fate. You are the product of an accident, no. take no responsibility for their fate."

"This sounds really fucking weird." Luo Binhan said, "Humans are born of human beings, and demons are born of demons. Isn't this considered destiny?"

"That just makes you more alike."

Luo Binhan's face twitched imperceptibly.

He knew it wasn't the first time, the first time he understood a certain repetition playing out on itself, he felt a smoldering emotion boil in his stomach.The poisonous soup is mixed with hatred, contempt, guilt, despair... There is even admiration and hope. The feeling of swallowing it is so weird that he still doesn't know whether he really feels pain.When Allerica brought up the subject again, he became more aware than ever of how much he hated the author of his life.He shouldn't do it, and he doesn't want to, and if he can't make it disappear, he'll have to hate himself coherently—but will Joan feel anything like him?

"Is it a matter of time?" he asked Allerica. "If you live long enough, these feelings will go away?"

"It depends on how fast you forget." Yale Liga said, "If you are not good at forgetting, then everything in the past will be like yesterday, and it will always follow behind you like a shadow. You really want it to pass away , that can't just wait. You have to step over it yourself."

"I think it's not bad. Anyway, I don't have a good memory."

Yale Liga didn't frown, she continued to lie on her arm, looked at him with the eyes of a foreign race and said, "What if it catches up with you at the last moment of your life?"

Luo Binhan twisted his neck.He no longer controlled himself to put on a funny or bored expression, but stared at his palm prints indifferently.

That's not a particularly important thing, but both of his hands are "broken palms", one is the fusion of the "emotional line" and the "career line"; the other is cut off by the "wisdom line".Since he was young, his family announced that he will be as decisive, tough and resourceful as his father in the future, and eventually achieve a great career.And once they learned that it was inherited from the maternal line, this palm print became the basis for proving that his mother was doomed to fail the marriage.Their attitude was as if some kind of fate—whatever it was or fate—had manipulated the whole process that led to his birth and his messy childhood, and had nothing to do with artificial betrayal, desire, and selfishness connected.

Destiny—he chewed the word in his tightly closed mouth, and he couldn't help but feel strong contempt and ridicule in his heart.Then he retracted his fingers and squeezed the palm tightly as if he wanted to cut off the two palm lines.When he looked at Yale Liga with such a sarcastic attitude, the squinting pupils of the captain's officer opened slightly because of this.

Her golden-brown irises reflected the glowing vines.It was just the reflection of the light, but Luo Binhan felt as if he was dazzled by hypnotic magic.He had known Allerica for so long that he had almost forgotten her dangerous and wild charm.

"You're not like the Captain," she whispered hoarsely, "you can grow up and be a different man. You'll outlive the man you hate, and see his kingdom turn to dust. You thought he was invincible , but one day he will be decayed and powerless before your eyes, and then you will step over and ignore his end. That is the only way a son can get revenge on his father."

Luo Binhan's heartbeat started to speed up.He suddenly realized how close he was to Allerica.Besides, Yale Liga was still lying on the blanket, which made him seem to be looking down at her for the first time in his life.Her slightly protruding throat because of her raised head, and the narrowing curve of her spine starting from the back of her arms, are full of strength like some kind of dormant beast.That made his blood restless, eager to fight back and suppress, and made her stop those deceptive words.

His neck was pressed down a little, approaching those bright cold eyes.For the first time he saw wonder in those eyes, and felt a sort of dark triumph at it.

"You hate him." Yale Liga said, her breath almost spraying on Luo Binhan's face, "and then you want to be someone different from him."

"Can I?" Robin Han replied.Half of his mind started to stand up and slammed the door away, while the other half roared manically, trying to tear it out from under the skin.

They held each other for a few seconds, then blinked at the same time.

That might be just for a second.But when Luo Binhan opened his eyes again, what he saw was no longer golden-brown magic pupils, but a sad black face.

The puppet tumbler slipped among them in the blink of an eye.It happened to be in front of Yale Liga's face, and the face drawn with a silver pen was facing Luo Binhan, staring at him swaying silently.

Luo Binhan let out a quick breath, then fell back abruptly, moving a distance of two or three meters.He glared at Yale Liga with the eyes of a monster and slowly got up, looking down at him.She was always the tallest in the boat.

She fiddled with the tumbler lightly with the tip of her hoof. "It quite likes you," she said.

"Thank you." Luo Binhan said angrily.At this moment, he has fully realized what happened just now.He grabs the tumbler and saves it from Yareriga's hooves.During the whole process, Yareriga made no apology, just fiddled with the metal chain on the horn indifferently.Luo Binhan became more and more furious, but he didn't make a sound. Instead, he held the tumbler tightly to prevent it from running around when no one was looking.

He took a breath and tried his best to put everything that had just happened behind him, not to ruminate any meaning in it.

"I've come to talk to you about Old Mortago." He said in a tense voice.

Allerica waited noncommittally for his next words.She didn't seem to intend to get entangled in what happened just now, so Luo Binhan also tried his best not to fall behind.He said Upsilon's message under his breath, and pointed out that it was no coincidence that the message appeared on the vending machine.

"He used that machine," said Yareriga. "He's been at war here. Maybe he knows how to make better use of it."

"We need to know what he changed. And who is the enemy in his message."

"We have no way of knowing," said Allerica.

That was an obvious low-level mistake.Luo Binhan blurted out to refute her. "We have," he said, "that star. Wherever it can shine. It has seen Upsilon, and he has seen the man he is chasing."

Yale Liga had no comment.But Luo Binhan's thoughts became very clear in his anger, and he said in a strong tone: "I want to touch that star again."

(End of this chapter)