Chapter VIII Epidemics
In the depths of Ling Heng's blue eyes, purple and blue light flashed alternately, perhaps because the ship's hull was made of god-grade materials, which made his face even softer, and he said softly: "Miss Ah Ruo, when you asked me a question, didn't you already have the answer in your heart. ”
Ling Ruo listened lightly, but suddenly became furious: "Ling Heng, even you have learned to say such foolish things!" ”
She doesn't like that, she doesn't!
Yes, she had the answer in her heart, but she still wanted Ling Heng to say something different!
She was even a little mean: "So you're really just a machine mind, and you don't even have a little assertiveness, do you?" ”
Ling Heng was not angry, he would never be angry with Ling Ruo.
"Miss Aruo, I'm just a robot that belongs to you, and I take you as the main thing."
Ling Heng said good-naturedly.
Ling Ruo was speechless, and suddenly had nothing to say.
Yes, what kind of temper did she have with Ling Heng, she herself knew very well, she was, she was...... Relying on Ling Heng to be so good to her, she was so unscrupulous.
She laughed at herself, she was 700 years old, and she still lost her temper like a little girl, it was really ...... The more I lived, the more I went back.
It's nice to have someone to lose their temper, it's a good feeling!
"Ling Heng, I had a dream, I dreamed of ...... I dreamed that I had lived a lifetime, and I lived a miserable, heavy, and sloppy life, and I worked hard every step of the way...... In my dreams, I dreamed of a plague that washed the galaxy, which caused the death of billions of creatures in the galaxy, the death of one planet after another, the extinction of one race after another, and the regression of galactic civilization for at least 500 years, and the impact even lasted for thousands of years. But the pandemic is not without an antidote...... Ling Heng, I mean, this virus, it's very likely, my blood is immune to it, I can't be sure, but I was infected with it, but I didn't die, I survived. ”
Even after 700 years, Ling Ruo still had lingering palpitations when he remembered the terrible epidemic, and this doubt in his heart turned into a knot in his heart after witnessing the deaths of countless people.
"Ling Heng, I'm scared, if my blood can really extract vaccines, then I will be the subject of research. Do you know what a person will face when she becomes the antidote? Ling Heng, I'm not that great, I, I'm not willing to sacrifice for something uncertain, I'm ......"
Ling Heng took a step forward and hugged Ling Ruo gently, at this moment, how annoyed he was that he didn't have a real body, so he could only hug her like this.
"But you still feel pain, Miss Aruo, it's not your fault that the epidemic happened, it's not your fault."
Ling Ruo was stunned, the pain and anxiety tormented her day and night, and when she closed her eyes, she thought about the miserable death of those people, it was indeed not her fault, but she lived in guilt and self-blame for 700 years because of that possibility.
She raised her hand and hugged Ling Heng back weakly.
She really, really needed a little comfort.
Just give her fragility a resting place.
Ling Heng's body shook suddenly, his figure was empty, and in his deep eyes, there was even more blue and purple light, and then he was quietly pressed to the deepest depths.
At this moment, he even greedily thought that it would be good if he could be like this forever.
Robots shouldn't have selfish desires, so his thoughts can only be hidden deep in his mechanical core.
As for what Miss Ah Ruo said, whether it is a dream or reality, he will always accompany her, whether it is the sword mountain or the sea of fire.