"I vaguely remember when we first met, you were quite friendly to me. Why did you start to dislike it after getting acquainted with it? Recalling the scene when the two met, Lin Xuanyu sighed helplessly.

At first, I thought it was just a simple protection task, but I didn't expect Lin Yao to directly arrange this Fan Yiyi to be in a group with him, and he also became a companion.

Fan Yiyi glanced at Lin Xuanyu with disgust, and said coldly: "Why do I hate you, I think you know it in your heart."

And, for your so-called empathy test, I can tell you the results directly.

I hate everybody, and no one has ever saved me, so I'm what you call an anti-human character, okay? ”

A smile appeared on Lin Xuanyu's face: "I finally understand why Lin Yao would let you join the grass." Welcome again, my friend. ”

"Why, aren't you afraid that people like me will suddenly rise up and die together one day?" Fan Yiyi smiled mockingly, and her eyes were full of indifference.

"Everyone in the grass is this kind of person.

So, don't worry about being alternative. Everyone here is not a normal person. ”

"Neither of them are people who can be happy. Right. Fan Yiyi slowly got up, as if preparing to return to the venue.

"It's almost lunch break, do you want to go out for a walk?"

"Out for a walk?" Fan Yiyi glanced at Lin Xuanyu with some doubts, "What's better?" ”

"As the capital of machinery, the structure and design style of the Black Iron City are completely different from the Holy Capital, you have been in the Holy Capital for several days, and you have never gone out except for working at night, so let's go out and get acquainted with it."

Fan Yiyi nodded reluctantly and agreed to Lin Xuanyu's request.

After all, she was also curious about the city of machines.

As you walk down the street, the first thing you notice is not the nearby buildings, but the dust that fills the air.

This is the residue left behind after the spiritual object has been refined, and it has formed this strange dust when it escapes into the air.

Whether it is a mechanical ascension or alchemy, it is inseparable from spiritual objects as the main material, so the dust in the Black Iron City will be so much, and even some of them have condensed into fog, enveloping the entire Black Iron City.

But people don't care about this, these motes seem to be numerous, but they have no substance, and as the residue of the primordial spirit level, there is no damage to the human body.

Some people feel that this is a symbol of the Yuan Ling, the epitome of the progress of the times, and they proudly inhale the dust in the air and immerse themselves in this prison shrouded in the dust.

Under the same sky, the same people are doing the same thing.

Su Xiao twitched his nose slightly, and propped up two spiritual shields at his nostrils.

He wasn't quite used to the feeling of the dust entering his body, and even though the whirlpools in his body absorbed everything, the dust formed by the residue of these spiritual creatures still made him feel weird.

"Maybe it's psychological." Su smiled apologetically at Qinghe beside him, and found a more reasonable reason for his behavior.

"Whatever you want. I'm used to that. Qing He took a deep breath of dust, and there was a bit of intoxication in his eyes. Love to read

"From the moment I was born, there was a mote in the city, and I remember when I was a child, people would treat him deliberately, both in love and in avoidance, but in the end people got used to these things and became a part of their lives."

"Maybe it's hard for you to understand this feeling, but for the natives of the Black Iron City, these things are also irreplaceable, and even vaguely become a kind of urban culture."

Qing He seemed to recall something, and while walking slowly, he smiled and said: "Just imagine, when you return from the battlefield with a scar, the first thing you feel is these dusts.

Whether it is failure or success, no matter how many people are left around, these familiar and unique motes will give people a heavy sense of peace of mind, which cannot be replaced by other things.

Whether it's a familiar person or a favorite food, there are substitutes for these things, and not everyone has someone to cherish, only these motes, the moment you return to the Black Iron City, weigh heavily on your body, are inhaled by you, and then disappear. ”

Su Xiao turned his head and glanced at Qing He seriously: "It's like the neglected soulless people and the people at the bottom, quietly living in a place where the nobles can't see, supporting this distorted world little by little."

Qinghe naturally knew what Su Xiao was referring to, and she invited Su Xiao out for lunch originally to take him to feel the characteristics and scenery of the Black Iron City and adjust his mood, but she didn't expect him to pay attention to those "things".

She sighed and whispered, "These things are like us." Whether it is a spiritless person or a nobleman, in the end, they still end up in the same place, what is the difference between them and these motes, nothing can be left. ”

"In the end, there is only a moment of pleasure and a power of boredom? Life is really boring. Su Xiao shook his head, a little melancholy.

"But art is eternal, you see that even a low-level writer like Alice can still write those immortal poems, or should we change our careers to become painters?"

Su smiled wryly, a little helpless: "Do you look down on him or appreciate him, always mention it but don't want to be his kind of person." ”

"Alone, lonely and old, with no children and no lover, and never seen the picture of his hope in his life, do you want to be such a person?" Qing He smiled mockingly, but his eyes were full of regret.

"Do you want to be a lonely seeker, or do you want to be an ordinary mediocre person?"

"My dream in the Holy Capital is the latter, but now I want to be a savior." Su Xiao's face showed a look of determination, as if he was recalling something.

"Even if I can't save anyone, I'm going to be the doomed savior."

"Poof. You're really interesting. Qing He patted Su Xiao's head and smiled relaxedly.

"In that case, you can be my soul melter."

"Soul melters? What is that" Su Xiao looked at Qing He with some confusion, a little puzzled.

"You haven't learned alchemy at all, I'm really worried about your next game." Qing He looked at Su Xiao with a little disgust, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her heart.

"Ahem, I've only been enrolled for a few days, and I'll learn slowly in the future." Su Xiao didn't dare to look into Qing He's eyes, he was afraid that he would be melted by that burning gaze.

"The Spirit Melter is the one who is responsible for pulling the alchemist back when he goes deep into the furnace to ignite the spirit." Seeing that Su Xiao still looked dazed, Qing He sighed a little helplessly: "Forget it, I'll change my mind."

You know how pearls were mined in ancient times. ”

"Yes. It is all picked by hand, and it is hung with a rope, which is very dangerous. Su Xiao nodded, but still didn't understand what Qing He was trying to express.

"The person who is responsible for pulling the rope on the boat is the soul melter." Qing He said lightly, but his face was slightly red.