The birdman flapped its shining wings, pierced through the pale white moonlight, and slowly landed on the green carpet-like grass. At the turn of spring and summer, the air at night is still tinged with a faint coldness.

The shape of the birdman is huge like a tower, and the image that can be outlined in a streamlined manner is so beautiful that it seems that a classical painter painted it with a single thread, so smooth that it is impossible to see the slightest flaw in the splicing.

When the night breeze blew, the "feathers" on his wings fluttered high, and when he looked closely, he found that they did not belong to the feathers of the birds, but were made of brilliant silver diamonds, which should have been extremely hard, but with his outstretched arms undulating like waves, so soft that it was reminiscent of a baby's cradle.

He was barefoot, and his silver toes came into contact with the grass, and crystal water seemed to immediately gush out from under the grass, forming a unique round of full moon with grass shadows around him, as if he had actually been in the sky all along, and instead of coming, he waved his hand and trampled the canopy under his feet.

However, his lips moved slightly, and he said, "I'm coming," and the sound was like a drop of water suddenly falling from the quiet hollow valley, hitting the tender bamboo leaves, and the "ding" sound was clearly audible, but it suddenly magnified the quiet sacredness in the valley.

In just one sentence, his appearance also appeared, it was a handsome face of a human man, his eyes were sunken, his eyebrows were handsome, and his melancholy expression was arrogant and invisible, and anyone who saw it would tremble.

"I've been waiting here for a whole day, and I thought you wouldn't dare to come."

The dreamlike beauty, impeccably perfect, was broken by a frivolous and disdainful voice, and then a tiny figure jumped out from behind an old pine, standing in front of the birdman, as small as a chickadee. It was a young man.

"Huh."

The birdman laughed, and the melancholy and arrogance were swept away, and he showed magnanimity and heartiness.

"What are you laughing at?" The young man asked, his good-looking facial features twisted together with a disdainful expression.

If it weren't for the fact that he was face-to-face with the perfect birdman, he would have robbed him of his style, and the young man would be one of the handsome guys in a hundred. Tall and thin, with delicate facial features, is in line with the aesthetics of girls in this era. His eyes flashed with indescribable arrogance and frivolity, but they paradoxically set off an elegant temperament, as if the bad qualities of others had become his shining point.

"I laugh at you pathetic earthlings, who have nothing to do except developed language skills." The Birdman also spoke disdainfully, but his tone was still magnanimous and hearty.

The young man shrugged his shoulders indifferently, indicating that he was not provoked.

The Birdman asked, "The earthlings believe in all kinds of gods, and they always have a fearful respect for the divine power of the gods. I appear as a god, and ought thou not fear me, and call me my master, as the resurrected one? ”

The young man laughed sarcastically, "But you already know that I am not a resurrected person, and if you don't find out where I came from, how can you easily agree to meet me?" For me, an atheist, all the so-called supernatural phenomena created by God can be scientifically based on their occurrence. Using your sound and light technology, I can also make a mystery into a ghost. Believe it or not, in a minute, I can use a laser to synthesize a dozen birdmen of different appearances, and have a model contest with you? As for your image, after studying the Western myths that have been circulating on the earth, it is even more difficult to draw a scoop with a gourd. But after all, you're from outer space, and you can transmit electromagnetic waves from such a long distance, and you can use the refraction of the ionosphere to create clear holographic projections. With that, he flicked forward, and sure enough, the outstretched hand only penetrated a layer of silver light.

This time, it was the birdman's turn to shrug his shoulders, and his wings rose and fell for a while, and the effect of the gorgeous silver light flashing was extremely dazzling.

"Qu Zhaodi, you should have investigated your father a long time ago, right? Otherwise I wouldn't know so much about me. Rumor has it that you're a playboy, and the people on earth who call you playboys are straw bales with brains and no brains. But I look horizontally and vertically, and you don't look like straw bales, so I think it's necessary to meet you. Your analysis is correct, I am a holographic image, and if I don't rely on the resurrected person, I can only contact the earth through the image at present. ”

The young man named Qu Zhaodi smiled proudly, "I really feel a little more glorious to be looked down upon by aliens." But relying on my family background alone, I don't have much confidence to fight with you. I have my wits and means beyond the imagination of your self-righteous brain. When our real battle begins, you'll be able to see our power. ”

"Ha~ Tong Yan Wuji!" The birdman's head is tilted, and he looks like a child.

Qu Zhaodi didn't care about his ridicule, and said with a relaxed face: "I will expose your old bottom when we meet, I really don't care." Well, count me ignorant, you are not a ghost or a ghost, what kind of gods and goddesses do you imitate, tell me. ”

The birdman tolerated his rudeness and replied magnanimously, "Then I will tell you that I have indeed borrowed the image of a god named Hermes from your Greek mythology." That man was wise and acted as a messenger and messenger for the god Zeus. ”

"Hahahaha~"

Qu Zhaodi burst into a rude laugh, the laughter breaking the sacred picture in front of him, and the originally gorgeous birdman became a little funny.

"What are you laughing at?" The birdman was puzzled.

Qu Zhaodi clutched his stomach and replied: "Of course I laughed at you aliens, who obviously knew little about the earth's civilization, but I didn't know how to pretend to understand, and as a result, I made a joke about a blind man touching an elephant, I don't know whether to pity you or laugh at you." ”

"Stupid earthlings! You tell me what it means to be ignorant? ”

The birdman's gentlemanly demeanor was being defeated by ridicule, and he began to be a little impatient.

Qu Zhaodi couldn't help but smile and said: "All the advantages you said about Hermes are correct, but his wings grow on his feet, not on his back, and because he is too smart, he finally became a thief, and he is the god of the thief world." As an atheist, I shouldn't have believed in the existence of power in the underworld, but now that I've enjoyed your performance, I really have to believe it. You gaseous bugs on Horn are thieves out of the universe! ”

"Shut up!"

No matter how disguised it is, the violent aura hidden in the bones will sooner or later be exposed, just like the mud that falls on the leaves, and when the wind blows the leaves, the original ugliness of the mud is revealed.

The birdman roared suddenly, the silver edges of his wings dimmed along the circle, and even a few star diamonds went out, like a sudden bullet hit, knocking out black bullet holes.

"Warning you, stop calling my planet Horn, and stop defiling us with the ugly names of the earthlings! Our world is called darkness, and darkness is our eternal glory, and no matter how many times the universe has been destroyed and reborn, this glory will not be wiped out! ”

The huge head was raised high to the sky, the silver diamonds on the wings began to shine again, and the angry birdman was even more arrogant than before, but he had completely lost his grace.

Qu Zhaodi was indifferent to the other party's moodiness, and said unhurriedly: "Roses and feces exchange names, the fragrant ones are still fragrant, and the foul ones are still stinking, and the material attributes will not be reversed because of the name change." Invasion and killing are not glory, and even if you have to twist the meaning of the word, it will not last forever. What you think of as glory is at best equivalent to this holographic image, and you can't find any connotation except for flashy beauty, if the person hiding behind stops the projection mechanism that sends the image, you, the classical beautiful man, will come to naught. ”