The few Feng Linwan said were all virtuous people who had made a name for themselves on the ancestral star.

Fifth Master Qiao looked at Feng Linwan, then shook his head and smiled: "Why do you want to pretend to be confused with me, they are just ghouls, although they are the master of a civilization, but they have already fixed a way out, and there is no potential to dig up." ”

"It is not wrong to say that it is a virtuous person. But what's the use of us?"

The core of the development of the entire galaxy civilization revolves around the word 'thought'.

Those that already exist will be collected as soon as possible.

Once it is entered into the Luo Tiandian or the Federation database, it will become a part of the galaxy civilization, and it will be difficult to separate it again.

Even if it is the culmination of a certain type of civilization, what they represent is only the meaning of a 'living dictionary'.

People who can't create a new civilization are not worthy of the existence of Feng Lin Wan and their real attention.

Feng Linwan turned his head abruptly and looked at Fifth Master Qiao: "You are the one who wants to entangle and start a war with me, and it is you who want to talk and cooperate now." ”

"You can't say what you want, just do it, people have to be reasonable, right?"

Qiao Wuye's face twitched, gritted his teeth and said, "Before Shangxiong was kicked out, you were the second to me, so good?"

His previous statements and proposals were all empty talk.

Promising so-called 'benefits' that you haven't gotten may seem tempting, but it's not beneficial at the moment.

This is like saying to the boss that when the company's market value exceeds one billion, he will give shares to the employees and let the key employees participate in dividends. The promise is very strong, and it seems that the boss is very generous, but now the company is still 108,000 miles away from going public.

In fact, it is just to draw a big pie and wait for you to help him die.

Even if one day, the goal is really achieved, it will be at this time and that time.

Whether the promises of the past can be fulfilled is really a big question.

And Qiao Wuye's promise at the moment is to directly transfer a large number of rights, which is tantamount to admitting defeat if he relents.

It seems to be a fluttering sentence, but it has a lot of connotation.

Feng Lin clapped his hands: "It's done!"

"Let's go first!"

In the southern hemisphere of the ancestral star, the extra Zuma continent after the restart, the city of Ovidore.

It was once the main city of the Bergerlads on the ancestral planet.

But since being attacked by three sides, along with the world behind it, it has become a refugee city.

The remnants of the Bergerrads, some of the exiles of the war, and a large number of old and weak orphans, etc., are all piled up in this hopeless city.

The walls that had been burned red and black by the flames were still faintly white in the past.

Aimo Komodo walked the sewage-laden streets with his bags on his back.

In those abandoned corridors, the occasional peeping glance made Aimo Komodo feel a lot of confusion in his heart.

A Bergerrad kid wrapped in a large shabby T-shirt that barely covered most of his body, and on their natural six legs, ran quickly past Aimo Komodo.

A rock flew in the distance and knocked the child to the ground.

In the corridors on both sides, there was a shrill laughter.

It was his kind, his kindred, his affliction.

Aimo Komodo felt that the laughter seemed a little harsh.

But more often than not, there is an inexplicable sadness, when a nation itself has become numb, accustomed to amusing itself with weaker kinds, and has no courage to rise again.

What is the value of the compassion of others?

"This... Isn't that what I want?"

"Some peoples have an indomitable will, even if the world is destroyed, even if the civilization belonging to them is extinguished, as long as there is still a remnant of blood, they will continue to improve themselves, keep forging ahead, and continue to move forward in a certain direction. But there are also more peoples, whose minds have been tamed and nurtured by religion, politics, and art, but when some of their beliefs collapse, they will quickly degenerate, and even go to self-destruction. ”

"People are different and have different choices when faced with the same situation. It's the same with nations. Aimo Komodo walked past the boy who had been knocked down by the stone, without squinting.

Many experiences in the past reminded him that meaningless kindness is like hope that does not have a path.

It won't lead to good results.

It can only be one tragedy after another.

"Are you alright?" a voice rang out.

It is in the language of the Bergerrads.

As a scholar, thinker, and doer, it was only natural that Aimo Komodo would speak this language.

At the same time, he could tell that it was not a Bergerrad who said this, because when a real Bergerrad spoke, he often added strange trills at the beginning and end of the sentence.

And the man who spoke, in his voice, did not show these qualities.

Turning his head, Aimo Komodo saw a galactic man in a black cloak, helping the child to his feet.

And with a clean towel, the wound of the child was bandaged.

With fear in his eyes, the child suddenly picked up a sharp stone from the ground and slashed it directly at the galaxyman's face.

The galaxy people can't dodge, or maybe they are defenseless against the child.

The sharp stone slashed his cheek, and in an instant blood gushed out.

More cheers and laughter came from the hallway.

Aimo Komodo didn't want to be too busy.

But when he looked into the eyes of the galaxy man, there was no anger or regret.

This made Aimo Komodo curious.

He already has a great curiosity about the people of Xinghe.

After all, according to legend, the Galaxy Terran belongs to an incomparably powerful and great civilization, stronger than all the civilizations on the ancestral planet combined.

But these are all word of mouth, as well as some 'self' statements of the Galactic Terrans.

A large amount of positive, written, and specific information has been destroyed, and it is difficult to find tangible evidence.

Aimme Komodo doesn't believe what governments are preaching.

He believes that perhaps the galaxy civilization has no time to take care of the changes on the ancestral star for the time being due to some kind of change.

But the civilization that can open up the passage to so many different worlds will never be as simple as the propaganda of various countries, and the main force belonging to the galaxy civilization has long been disabled.

Behind that, there must be some unknown changes.

"Don't you feel angry?" asked Amo Komodo to the galactic man.

The galactic man tended to the wound on his face, and the gentleness in his eyes frightened Aimo Komodo.

"You think I should be angry?" the Galaxie asked rhetorically.

They all use Interli, which is one of the more common and popular languages on the ancestral planet today.

"He failed you, after all, you had good intentions. Of course... You should have known for a long time that helping these war orphans will not lead to good results, their hearts have long since died, and since birth, what has survived is only a shell. ”