Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 650 The Origin Story of the Lamp Nymph
Not all species laugh, and what is defined as "laughing" is quite broad.

There are often many misunderstandings of wishful thinking here. For example, in the eyes of many races, cat people seem to be in a happy mood all day long, because their cheek muscles present a natural curvature, and they are used to doing some soothing movements. Make them "laugh" in the eyes of many races.However, the Durand people, who are the biggest customers of the cat people, don't think so, because to the Durand people, those swings and arcs are more like calm and reliable hunting movements, which makes the sugar manufacturers feel that the cat people are competent and serious bodyguard.

Yale Liga knew that she might have misunderstood.All races related to lizards and dragons show little emotion, and some contend that they themselves have only a very dull few emotions.Did she feel his joy from the executor's eyes and some subtle muscles?Or is that just imagination and misunderstanding?But when she was in this moment, she felt his joy.It may be cold, cruel, and evil, but it is indeed joy that is jumping and lively like musical notes.The thing stared at the dying Boddy as if it were some unexpected gift, or some exotic curio.

At that moment, she felt angry, but this emotion did not emerge from her mind first, but burned from her lower abdomen, and it was transmitted to her fingertips, almost heating up the scimitar she was holding.She might have jumped up and stabbed the thing, whatever happened next - it couldn't have been worse anyway - but she didn't.Her anger was initiated by her body, but her mind was very calm.She observed that the thing was still looking at Podie with its head bobbing from side to side, as if admiring a painting or reading a book.What could he read in Boddy's face? Fanciful or otherwise, he must have seen something that Yareriga hadn't.

She stared at him intently until he slipped the misshapen claw into his pocket.His coat resembled the cloak worn by the dead in the myths of some lands, and gave off ominous black smoke.The light was distorted there so Yareriga couldn't see what he was taking until he dropped the small object on Poddy's chest.A lump of blackened metal.Allerica didn't immediately recognize what it was.She couldn't look at the hard lump for a long time, because the executor immediately bent down and moved his face closer to her.

How could he bend down—this was the first thought that crossed Yareriga's head.Immediately afterwards, she felt horrible and ugly, not from the ferocious face of the executor, but a certain smell from him.

For some species, smell is closer to the substance itself than the image.It's not about the fragrance or the stench.That is a more detailed outline of the characteristics of things.The floating smell reminded her of tentacles and scales, and damp stone caves, but it was not stench and decay, but a mixture of minerals and wood powder, like sacrificial spices that had been left in the dark cellar for a long time, like— — the smell of some kind of drug.She didn't know why she thought so.The smell suggested something still and feeble, a suggestion of life being swallowed up.Not rotting corpses but dry bones, something long past.

Suddenly, the smell touched the vast labyrinth in her head.In some corner, long untrodden, at the end of some winding, hidden dead end, something sinuous and hooked dances and sings.It was a memory one of her ancestors got from someone.Allerica was almost on the verge of remembering.

She hadn't found that way yet, because the executor's scales were almost against her cheek.When she glanced sideways, she could see shadows seeping through the gaps in the scales.They appear to be solid, a myriad of tiny wiggling tentacles.If she touches these tentacles, perhaps she will fall back to the place full of shadow echoes.

They were so close, cheek to cheek, as if the executor was about to whisper something to her.But the executor didn't actually see her, he just bent down to grab something that was right next to her leg.And just as she hadn't immediately recognized the lump he'd thrown at Poddy, Yareriga hadn't initially understood what it was he'd taken away.What she saw was a snow-white and soft flake.Is that some kind of weapon?No, that's just a piece of paper.And it was the kind of synthetic paper she often used for printing color pictures.

Now she understood.Just now, the executor took a piece of paper from her open pocket.The paper was folded down when he got up, revealing half of the image on the front.From the painting, Allerica glimpsed the armrest of the throne, and a finger resting on it.Although there were a lot of documents with images in her bag, she knew immediately which one the executor took away.

The executor held the piece of paper in his hand and looked at it.His face, which was difficult to decipher, showed a state of thinking and reminiscence in Yarelica's view.Allerica suspected that he would destroy the paper as he had destroyed the ruby ​​chain.

This idea did not seem to enter the executor's head.He just watched, thinking, as if the portrait of the shadowy Witch King was more noteworthy than the two living figures before him.He remained motionless, staring at the paper for several seconds, looking like a perfectly sane person pondering an idea.Allerica knew that the painting had a different kind of appeal, whether it was the ingenious composition or the mysterious Lord of the Black Forest himself in the painting.But when she looked at the monster in front of her, she knew that he was not fascinated by the infantile image.The fascinated gaze was all too familiar to her, whether it was based on appetite or desire to reproduce.The executor is interested in the person in the painting, but it has nothing to do with the basic desires of the two lives. This thing is thinking about other things carefully.

This is a good thing.Yale Liga tentatively thinks so.No matter what Ji Xun did, he seemed to have managed to regain the rationality of this pursuer.And no matter what such a thing is thinking, it is better to be able to think than not to be able to, she can try to communicate, although she has not yet figured out what to communicate.Talking could be dangerous at this point too, maybe he'd still kill anything that made a sound in front of him, so she remained still, taking those few seconds to find some new clue.Something that reveals more about the executor.

She didn't need to bother to find it, because the "new clue" was right next to her.Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the lump of metal thrown on Poddy's chest.A small scorched metal object, seemingly simple in structure, and probably not complicated in function.She saw a small hole in it, which could be the launch hole, or the mouth of the container or collection port.She couldn't analyze the ingredients around the small hole with the naked eye.What does that even mean?This little object was thrown on Boddy, what did he want to express?A mockery of a victim?Or is this some kind of obscure funeral custom?She couldn't help thinking about it, almost fascinated.

The scorched marks on the machine are a bit strange.she thought.The chain that Jing Huang gave her was also destroyed, but there was no scorching mark left on the chain.And that smell...it was a very ancient smell, a smell that represented an ancient race...they were walkers who roamed the darkest places of dreams, dreamers who spread shadow and death.The name of that family is something that most creatures cannot pronounce with their own vocal organs, but they still have a code name.That codename is...

She was just thinking about it, never making a sound.But when she thought of that word, the executor suddenly put down the paper in his hand.He stared at her precisely, just above her eyes, as if she had just said the word very loudly, not with a thought.Yale Liga couldn't say how scared she was, she just realized that the word she was thinking was really meaningful.

That must be part of her being right, isn't it?She asked the monster in her mind.I said part of the truth, didn't I?

When she was made to think this way, she was ready for the worst.From the moment the executor appeared in front of her eyes until now, she had taken a dozen deep breaths.Now she had figured out how to resist, if she felt the heat on her cheeks, or saw any distorted light in the executor's eyes, she would pounce on him.She would jump on him and hold him tight, so tight that he could only see his own vest, so tight that he couldn't just burn her to death.Before that, she would recite the spell to attract the fire of the fairy, and then plunge the knife into the opponent's back at the moment of hugging.

This was the last thing she could do, because once she got in touch with him, she might not be able to control what happened next.Maybe she will be lost forever in the echoing shadow forest, maybe finally she wakes up in regret and fear, and finds that she too has lost her arms, lying on the dead body of Podie, dying her last breath.But she can't do nothing.

"You're someone from the trickster, aren't you?" she asked inaudibly, "You and King Lagorgon..."

She was very nervous when she spoke, so nothing was guaranteed.She couldn't guarantee that her meaning was accurately conveyed to the other party.She can't guarantee that the language she uses can be understood by this unknown thing.Nor could she be sure that when the thing opened its wide, crescent-shaped mouth, a stale breath would blow from the clefts of its knife-bush teeth, a smell from the dark gray warty lining of the mouth. Rough and savage howling, that syllable was indeed what she understood.That syllable can be found in the storm of the uninhabited star, and it can also be extracted from the unconscious babbling of young children.It was a very simple sound, as if the executor interrupted her and gave a reply.

--Do not.That's what he seemed to say to her.Do not.Me and Lagorgon are not—

If he could pronounce more syllables, Yarelica felt that she would be more sure.She would know if what she heard was the real answer, or if it was just a misreading of some nonsense syllables caused by excessive tension.She couldn't help but approached him.Not to implement the death hug she had long thought of, but to understand what the other party said.She felt compelled to do so because Poddy was dead.Boddy was killed by this thing, with almost no reason or meaning, just a lonely sacrifice for someone he hadn't been thinking about for a long time.If she couldn't give it some meaning, if she couldn't give Boddy's death some plausible reason—

die.She heard the thing hiss.It will not cater to your reasoning.

—But you killed him, didn't you?Don't you have to pay for it?

Yareriga may have said it, but it may not have.She felt that physical anger was turning her from a bum used to seeing all history into a little girl throwing a tantrum and begging for justice.If she was in a sane atmosphere, she would not have such a thought, let alone say it to make people laugh-what is there to ask!There is so much wasted in the world.Both dead and alive, were discarded worthlessly.Both Boddy and she could be one of them, no matter what knowledge or ability they have, it's just a matter of luck.If there was a fair price to be paid for all waste and cruelty, I fear everyone should die.Some people don't deserve to die just once.Some people should experience the despair of being deprived of everything forever, infinitely many times.

It didn't occur to her who should be punished in this way, not a specific name, not even the murderer in front of Podie.She just felt a little helpless, because Sky Wing and Lombard were not in sight, and she still had Bodi who was probably dead under her palm.Her communication with the killer may be entirely based on her own delusions.At the same time, this long period of historical memory may be coming to an end.She has no offspring.All her thoughts and encounters are destined to be irrelevant.The vast labyrinth was wasted, too, as was Poddy's life.Death is the enemy of all pursuit.Death is an accomplice to waste.

Once again, she felt the executor smile.And laughed more animatedly than when he laughed at Poddy.There was a certain interest in his eyes, also unrelated to appetite and fecundity.

you.he said in a clumsy, nightmarish voice.You are as restless as your master.You are all pretentious, and none of you want to lose your prestige.You're different from him, though, you're a—

He didn't say what kind of person Yalérica was, or what kind of pretentious corpse to be slaughtered.When a red light flashed in the depths of those black eyes, Yareriga almost jumped on it.She didn't because she felt the heat at the same time.The heat was coming from her back, as if someone had started a fire behind her.

Yale Liga turned her head and looked behind her.Before she did this, she seemed to have something to look forward to in her heart.She saw the fluttering fire like long sleeves or gauze ribbons, fringes of orange and blue and white flame moving steadily and gracefully among infinitely changing events.In the center of these translucent fireworks is a blinding red.That active energy, that accumulation of life, painted in the center of brilliance the familiar image of Yale Liga.

A Jing Juan who seemed to be much bigger than her impression walked out of the endless dream.Where he walked, the space became empty and bright, and all phenomena subsided, becoming ordinary and silent.He walked straight behind Yale Liga like this, but he didn't make eye contact with her because his eyes were tightly closed.Yareriga looked at him up and down, and tapped his toes lightly with the tip of her tail, but he didn't respond.

The executor stood in front of her and watched the scene.

This time he was not as crazy as before, as if reason had really returned to his body.Even though he stood very close to Jing Juan, almost only separated by Yale Liga, he didn't try to grab anything with his shadow.He didn't move, but the colorful yarn woven by Yanhuo approached him, covering the shadow around him and the road behind him.Wherever the light goes, the rapidly changing chaos becomes clear and stable.The open space appears clear, bright and clean.

Jing Huang still had his eyes closed.There are lines like red flocs floating on his face, which looks like a delicate mask with no expression.In this bright world, the executor hides on the long and narrow shadow path like a firewood pole, and looks at the maker of that perfect world indifferently.He observed Jing Juan's face very carefully, and Yareriga almost thought that he would step over her body, lift Jing Juan's face off, and hold it in his hand to take a closer look.But this kind of observation finally resulted in a rude and vague grunt, as if the executor was both puzzled and dissatisfied with what he saw.

I do not know you.He seemed to say so.You never existed.

Jing Huang still had his eyes closed, but stretched out his right hand.Yale Liga thought it was some kind of spell at first, but nothing happened.She only saw Jing Huang's right hand, with four fingers held in the palm of her hand, only the middle finger sticking out, pointing straight up towards the executor.Jing Juan's cheeks puffed up, biting his lip at the same time, as if he was preparing for something, but at the same time he seemed to be enduring something.So far, Yale Liga still didn't understand the meaning of all this, but the shadow of the executor became slightly agitated.He looked at Jing Huang suspiciously, and made an unprecedentedly clear voice.

Who are you?he asked, the voice sounded like another person had come out of the shell.

Jing Huang took a deep, deep breath.He doesn't need to breathe, but it seems that he is going to make a difficult decision that requires courage.He bit his lips and cheeks hard, as if he wanted to hold back his breath, but finally he opened his mouth involuntarily.

"It's your father." Jing Huang said.Allerica's eyes widened.

(End of this chapter)