Several young white coats looked at each other, exchanged glances, and finally sent a representative to speak. "Old Professor, we are indeed sorry for you, including Dorner. We all wanted to return to Arendale on our own, and we didn't deliberately want to be at anyone's mercy. Dorner is a leader of our own choosing, and we believe in her abilities and in her ability to bring us back to the City of Ice. She is our only hope. ”

"We are all still young, and we still have more than 200 years to live, and we can't just spend time in this dark dungeon. If that's the case, it's really desperate. ”

The ancients cultivated immortals and prayed for immortality. However, the long life of only 300 years old has made many modern people helpless to the point of despair.

Living a good life for 300 years is not an easy task. Although they all have a lot of youth to squander, they can't see the light of day in the dungeon, and no matter how much youth they have, they will only be left with depression and helplessness.

"You can't get the qualification certificate of an ideal person, and you are a third-class citizen when you go back, are you really willing to accept the unfairness there?" The old man's serious words could not impress this group of young people. He knew this, but he still had to say what he had to say.

"But we can't forget Arendelle, the ancient capital of civilization with a history of thousands of years, and the ice and snow world that came out of ancient fairy tales. She is our hometown. The young man's cold and complicated eyes interpret not only nostalgia, but also endless complaints buried in the depths of his soul.

"You left Arendelle in your teens, and you left there when you were younger, what is your impression of that place, and how much you miss it?" On the old man's face, the expression of "I don't understand" was very helpless.

"What we want is not to be remembered, but to be recognized." Among the few white coats, the most gentle one opened his mouth, but his words were the most explicit. "The sky is unfair, how can my generation treat the world fairly?"

"If you want to stand at the top of the pyramid, you have to step on the base of the tower. The test subjects who came in were all volunteers, and they also wanted to return to Arendelle. We are just different from them, but the way we go back is different, and the ultimate goal is to go back. Where is the 'inhumane' narrative?

"Moreover, we are doing our best to protect their lives, and it is not illegal, it is not humanitarian."

"Old Professor, you're too worried!"

"Hiss......" Pipsqueak, curled up on the floor, moved and curled up a little tighter. She finally woke up with a headache and muscle aches all over her body, similar to those of a bad cold.

When Pippi woke up, he heard the phrase "the sky is unfair" or something, and muttered casually and retorted: "The sky is unfair, why don't my generation stand up for the world?" ”

Mo Yu didn't think about it. She didn't know where she was......

Everyone looked back and saw that the girl was clenched in arms and completely curled up into a ball.

It's all like this, and you can still be hard-mouthed......

The white coats who could be called the elders at the scene all shook their heads and said: I can't be saved.

"Okay, don't embarrass her. She is not a volunteer. The old man got up and lifted Pipsqueak up and leaned her on his shoulder, knocking on the secret door in the wall. Let's all go inside. I'm too old to control you or help you. He lowered his eyes, trying not to pay attention to the students he had put on the tip of his heart.

The young white coats, who gave the old professor the afterglow of not wanting to focus on them, left countless complicated backs, turned around and entered the secret laboratory in the secret door.

And finally, ||The one who went in threw a "spur" on Pipsqueak on the spot. The "whip sound", to the old professor's ears, was actually a resounding slap in the face: "Standing scales, then you strive to become the maker of the rules of the game." ”

The maker of the rules of the game......

The chief consul of the Eden Council, Chi Xiao, has been exiled to Tu Shanxing, what other rule-maker can escape the torrent of history?

Even if a mayfly can shake a tree. Thousands of years later, trees and grasshoppers will eventually be submerged in the torrent of history and become a thing of the past. At most, they leave behind a patch of shale for posterity to "look at" or, as the white coat said, for the people on the spire to trample underfoot.