On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

Xiaomi's expression unconsciously became more serious.

Aunt Hai made a special trip, so it must be for something important: "Hmm? Is there some kind of reshuffling within the alliance?"

"No." Haifiel took out his phone from his pocket, swiped his finger across the screen a few times to bring up an interface, and handed it to Xiaomi. "I'll show you and you'll understand."

The page on the screen was familiar to Xiaomi; it was the interface where interstellar bounty hunters publicly posted bounty information.

The alliance also pays attention to this kind of thing, and in most cases, the content released is not seen by everyone.

But Haifir clicked on a bounty that had been posted for quite some time, with a staggering reward: one billion.

The bounty is for a girl named "Migi," and two photos are attached.

One image is of a young girl, and the other is a simulated adult image generated by an age extrapolation algorithm.

Xiaomi's gaze fell on the childhood photo.

The photo wasn't particularly high resolution, but it was enough to clearly show the little girl's features.

Then she looked at the adult simulation image, and her eyes widened immediately.

The adult woman in that simulation image was almost identical to her face, which was now reflected in the shadows of the screen.

The information panel contains a brief description of the survivors of the Mido planet disaster.

Age, time of disappearance...

Every single one of them matched the information in her file.

Haifiel patiently explained, "I saw this by chance. Spending a billion dollars to search for you is no small sum."

"There aren't many people who can afford this price, and even fewer who are willing to pay this price to find someone. The person who can do this is very likely one of your surviving family members from Mido Star. Xiaomi, how about we try talking to them?"

Xiaomi held her phone, staring at the photo of her as a child, her gaze lingering on it for a long time.

The little girl in the photo is in a sea of ​​flowers, with two crooked braids, a missing front tooth, and her gapped gums showing when she smiles, her eyes curving into two crescent moons.

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Training ended that evening.

Xiaomi returned home, washed up briefly, sat on the edge of the bed, and submitted her recent photo and some personal information to the contact information left on the bounty page.

She hovered her finger over the confirmation button for a moment, then took a deep breath and pressed it.

"I hope it's my family on the other end."

Such thoughts began to grow wildly in her mind the moment she saw the bounty page, like weeds after a spring rain, one after another sprouting up.

She seemed somewhat distracted during the afternoon training session.

The new recruits thought the instructor was in a good mood and wasn't yelling at them, little did they know that her mind was elsewhere.

A person who knows they have amnesia will do everything in their power to find any clue about the past.

Before, I had no direction and didn't know where to look.

Now that a thread has just appeared before me, how could I easily give it up?

Shortly after submitting the feedback, the other party sent a message.

Lingling: "The information has been verified, there are no problems. We've finally found you, the 1 billion yuan will be transferred to your account soon."

Xiaomi didn't care about these material things; all she wanted to know was the answer: "Money isn't important. I want to know who you are and why you're looking for me everywhere?"

Lingling: "We are friends of your family, and there are many things that cannot be explained in a short time. In a couple of days, a man named Mi Long will come to Yue Ling Xing to see you. He is an old acquaintance of your older brother. Let him tell you what happened back then."

Xiaomi: "Could it be Mi Long, the one kneeling on the screen? Is he my brother?"

Lingling: "Yes and no, the story has some twists and turns. I've already sent Milon over to your place, so let's wait a little longer."

The communication ended, and a pop-up window appeared indicating that 1 billion yuan had been transferred to Xiaomi's account.

The bedroom fell silent again.

Xiao Mi lay on the bed, a blurry bright spot of light shone from the streetlight outside the window onto the white ceiling. She stared at that spot, feeling as if something was gripping her heart, her mind in turmoil.

Milon.

The name was all too familiar to her.

Milon on the silver screen, once a hero in the hearts of countless people, is a legendary figure who spread the charm of martial arts throughout the universe.

Her room also contains a large collection of Milon figurines, and her bookshelves are neatly stacked with rare Milon movie DVDs, as well as some secondhand autographed photos.

You could call him a fan.

She loved Milon to the core, and had always regarded him as her guiding light since childhood.

That heroic spirit of never bowing down in dire straits, that courage to draw her sword in the face of any formidable enemy, supported her through countless training sessions when she was on the verge of giving up.

However, even heroes eventually fall.

During that period, the same video was being played wildly across the internet, showing Milon kneeling in front of pirates.

With his head bowed and his voice trembling, he knelt before a mob of rabble, begging for mercy. He even admitted that he didn't know any martial arts and that all his movies were done with special effects and stunt doubles; it was all fake.

The video spread everywhere overnight, and her fans reacted with anger, disappointment, and disbelief.

Xiaomi is one of those who refuses to believe it.

She watched the video repeatedly, trying to find traces of forgery, but the more she watched, the more distressed she became, and the more her heart ached.

After that, Milon seemed to have vanished and never appeared again.

Until recently, a young man claiming to be the second generation of Mi Long began to appear in various places, punishing evil and promoting good, eliminating violence and maintaining order, with a swift and decisive figure.

When the news spread, Xiaomi didn't take it to heart.

It was only because Lingling mentioned the name Milon in the communication that she connected the two names together and recalled those fragmented reports about the second-generation Milon in her mind.

After the lights were turned off, the bedroom was dark.

Xiaomi lay on her side in bed, wrapped in a blanket.

Countless thoughts were churning in my mind. I was curious about who Lingling's older brother was, and excited about the possibility of finding my long-lost family. The blank memories of more than 20 years were finally beginning to fill in the gaps.

At the same time, there was also a hint of worry.

What if this is fake? What if the person on the other end isn't her real family, but some force pretending to be relatives to exploit her instructor status?

But upon closer examination, it seems unlikely.

Who would go to such lengths to forge a public bounty that had been posted in the Bounty Hunters Guild for a long time, just to deceive an instructor at an Alliance training base?

Even if there is some conspiracy, paying 1 billion upfront is too high a cost; the entire annual budget of the Moon Spirit Star training base doesn't even reach that amount.

What could an ordinary instructor possibly have to scheme for?