Jasmine stared blankly at Dongchen, her psychedelic eyes blinking constantly.
"Very strange?" Dong Chen raised his lips sarcastically: "The lives of superior people are too far away from us. To us civilians, you are just beings who can occasionally look up to us. Common people don't understand your lives, and even if they do, they won't understand.
I would be envious."
"Why?" Jasmine asked doubtfully, with a strange look on her face. The life of civilians is so hard and tiring, why don't they envy the life of the upper class? Some of them can't afford a decent house or clothes in their entire life.
They don’t have a piece of expensive clothes, they don’t have enough to eat, they don’t have warm clothes, they can’t afford to stay in the hospital when they are sick, and they have no one to take care of them when they get old. Even so, don’t they envy the life of the upper class? Jasmine doesn’t understand, really not
Do you understand why this is all happening?
"Because it's unrealistic." Dong Chen's face was gloomy, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "No commoner would envy the life of a superior person. Because it makes no sense at all."
Nodding thoughtfully, Jasmine bowed in the air: "Thank you for your answer, although I don't quite understand it yet. It's almost dawn, you can go."
A glimmer of light appeared in the pink world, and the red light prevailed deep in the coast. The man in red, who was called the guardian of the Heavenly Throne, suddenly appeared. He looked at Dongchen fiercely, and then looked at Jasmine with disdain: "When I meet you,
It's unlucky to plant garbage. I have to fall asleep early this time. As the strongest warrior, how could I deal with a piece of trash like you?"
"You can leave if you don't want to. I didn't think about winning." Jasmine looked at him calmly, her tone of voice not worrying about her fate, and not even a trace of anger.
The guardian of the Heavenly Constellation had a fierce look on his face as black as the bottom of a pot. He stared at Jasmine but did not make a move. Finally, he snorted coldly and stood aside tremblingly.
"Follow me." Dong Chen suddenly spoke out, extending his clasped hand forward: "Leave with me, I am willing to take care of you for the rest of my life."
"Like Annie?" Jasmine turned around with a bright face and raised her eyebrows.
Dongchen raised the back of his hand and rubbed his nose: "If you agree, yes."
"Forget it, I'm so insincere." She stroked her hair casually, and opened her arms to face the sea, as if she wanted to embrace the entire ocean: "I have declared to God that there is no way out for me to participate in this apostolic battle.
"
There was no trace of regret in her relaxed tone. Jasmine smiled and nodded her toes, slowly dancing with her wand and started singing.
The crisp children's voice is like a clear spring in the mountains, gurgling into the heart.
Dongchen closed his eyes intoxicated, his mind was in a trance, and he leisurely returned to his childhood...
Brother, my swallowtail butterfly has disappeared again. There are many bugs outside and I am afraid. Can you help me find it?
Zhiyue...
The cold wall was imprinted on the palm of his hand. Dongchen opened his eyes with a complicated heart. The blue soul imprint flashed, but there was no upward staircase.
Jasmine, left.
This little flower-like ghost left silently, leaving only the song deep in my heart.
Walking back to the hall in despair, Dongchen met the inquiring eyes of his teammates. He tiredly finished briefly explaining what had happened, shrank back, closed his eyes and lay on his back in the velvet chair, feeling a deep exhaustion.
"Brother, shall we go help Jasmine?" The little angel looked at everyone helplessly, gently shaking Dongchen's arm, his little face full of pleading and expectation.
"Annie, this battle is very dangerous. I can't joke with your lives." Dongchen let out a long breath and touched Anne's face sadly.
The little angel leaned against Dongchen's legs in despair, tears falling down, but there was no sound of crying.
Ai Wei'er couldn't stand it anymore. She glared at Dongchen and pinched her waist with both hands: "Are you scared?"
Staring at Ai Wei'er's gaze without fear, Dongchen stared deeply at her: "Yes, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that I'll get you all involved. This time the matter is too involved, so we reluctantly joined in.
, they are just a group of cannon fodder, maybe not even cannon fodder."
"What about Jasmine?" Ai Wei'er said with a stubborn face.
"I don't know." After saying these three words, a feeling of powerlessness invaded my whole body.
As a team leader, Dongchen felt for the first time what it meant to be helpless. If he were alone, he would definitely pursue Jasmine, just for the song that was like a clear spring in his heart.
However, he was not alone. Dongchen, who was lying on his back with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a deep disgust and a trace of fear. Dongchen was afraid that one day he would become the kind of existence he hated.
What exactly should a leader do? I am still just the leader of a small group. In the future...
Dongchen realized his confusion for the first time, and at the same time he felt his ignorance. Perhaps, only from that height can he understand what should be done? Sacrifice... No! It shouldn't be like this.
Jasmine is not his teammate, so it is not considered a sacrifice, but is Jasmine really not? Dongchen's mood becomes more and more complicated, and he feels overwhelmed and sad. Looking back on everything that happened in the past six months, the more he thinks about it, the more his head hurts.
There was a sizzling sound, and a burning smell wafted up.
Bergobold frowned and threw away the burnt cigarette butt in his hand, took it off his head and held it in his mouth, took two dry puffs and put it back: "We should go."
His eyes suddenly lit up, Dongchen stared at Bergobald: "It's very dangerous."
"I know." Bergbird crossed his hands and looked at the texture of the ground: "If God is really the consciousness of the planet as Jasmine said, then we need to understand it. I don't want to die inexplicably one day.
Already."
The more you know, the more scared, sad and helpless you become.
Just like the people can only stare blankly even if they know that the things decided above are wrong, so they would rather not know. This is what Bergobold is like now. Think about how ridiculous it is that the planet he lives on has consciousness.
thing.
What if it becomes unhappy? An earthquake can kill it.
Dongchen took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He held the Dainslev in his hand tightly and said, "Let's go."
There was no **voting, let alone any so-called resolution. Dongchen stood up and glanced at everyone with a serious look: "This event is very dangerous. Those who don't want to go can stay. Today is the first day.
, in the early morning of the eighth day, if no one comes back, those who remain can leave. Or, continue to live here."
After holding up the alloy rod and yawning, Vegeta looked around and grinned: "I think they will all go. As for us? Brothers, tell the boss about our orc tradition."
"We are never afraid of challenges." Four King Kong stood behind Vegeta, carrying alloy rods or holding them, each one brave and heroic.
Vegeta raised his head proudly, hammered his chest and roared: "Blood and glory!"
Campas!
"Let's go!" He turned around with his sword and strode towards the door of the house. Dongchen felt deeply proud of having this group of teammates: "We will return safely. I swear on my life."