Blessings to the beautiful stars

There is no way for the black ball to be asked more things.

No matter how loyal it is to human beings, how firm its will is; but after all, it is only a soul that has been enslaved and reformed, and even its goal of fighting for it is somewhat ambiguous.

As far as the state of the soul is concerned, it dares to say that Zuo Wu and the others dare not believe it.

Knowing the name of "Dimension Demon" is the biggest gain.

at this time.

The descendants of the curator and the photon puppets are eager to surround the black ball. The shadows cast by them are thick and thick, easily swallowing the black of the ball.

This is a fantastic hands-on session.

Zuo Wu and the goddess were left alone.

The entire laboratory's "no strangers are allowed to enter" momentum drove them out, and they could only go to the cab and wait to enjoy the benefits.

It's just that it's not clear how the findings of the study help with the jumbled leads.

The starship is still passing through the channel, and the scene outside the panoramic window is chaotic and disorderly. The brains of ordinary creatures cannot process it into something understandable. It is only because of the program of the window that people will not be dazzled.

Zuo Wu had nothing to say: "Goddess, how is the fleet you sent out now?"

There are hundreds of thousands of galaxies in the cosmic debris, Zuo Wu and the others may not be able to inspect them all in a lifetime.

The Goddess naturally needs to split out some fleets to go to various galaxies, modify the settings of the stellar outposts, and announce to the mimic civilizations around her what happened around her.

After all, as a gray Gu, one of her weaknesses is that the groups are too far apart, and the personalities will be separated and independent.

Fortunately, this process will only be slower at the beginning, and in the future, the galaxies visited by the fleet will also separate out the fleets to visit other galaxies, like a benign plague that spreads rapidly.

The goddess just pouted:

"Call me 'goddess' again, still call me 'goddess'? Huh...you can see the news of my fleet, don't you know it by looking at your map of Xindilian? Which galaxies are lit up, that is where they are. "

Zuo Wu shrugged: "I haven't figured out what to call you yet, so... I'll call you Xiao Hui first? Xiao Hui, has there ever been a Chudan elf in your sea of ​​bright stars?"

Originally, "Little Gray" was just a very casual nickname, and even from Zuo Wu, a carbon-based creature that has only lived for a few decades at most, he called the millions-year-old terrifying creation in front of him, which felt quite ageless.

But there was a smile on her face:
"Xiao Hui, Xiao Hui? Well, I like it very much! As long as it's different from the 'Grey Wind' in your heart, it's fine, and in comparison, 'Xiao Hui' seems to be more intimate!"

Xiao Hui got used to her new name, and repeatedly depicted these two precious characters in different languages ​​on her own palm:
"As for your question about whether there are Chudan angels in my Bright Star Sea? There are, but there is a high probability that they are not those lost angels, but the compatriots of your maid;"

"Those Chudan people were ordinary aborigines before they were accepted by Guangming Xinghai... Even when Renlian invaded, they didn't show anything special; even I came here and realized that they are also a lost ethnic group. .”

Zuo Wu was puzzled, and asked Xiao Hui again: "But an angel said that you are their old enemy."

Xiao Hui frowned:

"It's not 'me' who is regarded as the old enemy by the angel of Chudan, but the 'gray wind' you have known for a long time, or our common predecessor 'gray gu', no matter what you think, I think the three of us are completely different. different!"

Zuo Wu clasped his hands: "I can understand the difference between you and Gray Wind, why do you say 'Grey Gu' is different from you?"

Xiao Hui first drew a big circle on the palm of his hand: "This is Hui Gu."

Draw two small circles inside the big circle: "This is me and Gray Wind."

"There are countless parallel worlds. As long as I count from the time of my birth, every world line has gray Gu, but not all gray Gu choose to mimic the personality that can communicate with the creatures in the star sea like me and Gray Wind. .”

Zuo Wu suddenly realized that Gray Gu was a group of nano-machines that had never had a definite consciousness—Renlian might have once owned a Gray Wind, but after they erased Gray Wind's personality, they made the group degenerate into Gray Gu.

Xiao Hui was feeling gloomy at this moment, quietly stood on tiptoe to strengthen his aura, curled his hands and ten fingers by his ears, and put on a posture of baring his teeth and claws:

"Don't think I'm easy to talk, but if I didn't choose to imitate my personality, then I would be a terrible natural disaster!"

"Can you communicate with typhoons or earthquakes, or gamma-ray bursts in the universe? I'm a hundred times more powerful than all of them combined...many, many times! It doesn't make sense!"

Zuo Wu held back his laughter, evaluating whether his relationship with Xiao Hui was good enough to reach out and pat her head.

Xiao Hui didn't notice, and said to himself:
"According to my thinking, I would choose to imitate my personality because it was just a spur of the moment. For Gray Gu, it is a small probability event. After all, logically speaking, after having a personality, there will be weaknesses, and I will be afraid of loneliness... How many creations will Make yourself weaker and weaker?"

"So, my lord, you have seen two worldlines, and you are really lucky to know me and Gray Wind; the 'I' in other worldlines are either still asleep, or natural disasters that cannot communicate."

Zuo Wu scratched his hair: "So, it is also a kind of luck that I meet the Chudan Angel?"

Xiao Hui nodded: "Well, of course! Their star gate has been hidden under a planet for millions of years, and it has not been disturbed much in the past countless generations, but the star gate was activated when you came;"

"Then, they ran out with great difficulty. They just wanted to make a big fuss and penetrated a regime, but they didn't know what happened. The space they were in and the cosmic debris calling from me left only a few Survivors."

Xiao Hui compared paintings: "Dormant for millions of years, and only a few survivors remained in a few days, and they all happened in places where you can see, Your Majesty... Well, even I have never seen it in the Sea of ​​Light and Stars." Where are these Primordial Angels?"

It is indeed a bit outrageous to say so.

Zuo Wu sighed, he has encountered so many things, after such a long time, he always feels that his side is in danger, and the whole galaxy is about to perish.

But emptiness and loneliness should be the main colors of the galaxy, and most creatures should not be precarious. The strong can sleep peacefully for millions of years, and the weak can also protect each other through a large number.

Even the emperors of the Dilian Dynasty, according to the records, most of them spent their lives idle.

But I have encountered so many things, is it because my origin is unknown that even my luck is different from other pure-blooded humans?
Is such a self inherently unable to build the paradise in his imagination?
Zuo Wu clicked his tongue, suddenly feeling a little unconfident in himself, and wanted to go back to his room and think about it alone for a while.

But he found that Levina and Jin Mian were sneaking around and approaching their room.