The chaos didn't last as long as expected, except for everyone shouting, "Stop, stop, don't move." ”

The words quickly spread, and the humans, plants, stone slabs, characters, and chairs all hovered in the air, leaving only a sparse wail: "Help me"

"It hurts!"

"I'm broken!"

"It's so uncomfortable! I'm going to disappear!"

After a few "spirits" disappeared here and there, everyone cried! Like lost children, they couldn't find their way home.

"Stop, stop, don't move. This phrase is still being repeated by everyone.

Fanxing and Siling didn't know the situation at all, they only knew that it was very messy, they were helping Xingling find the injured person for Xingxiang's grandmother, and under that spell-like word, everyone started to rescue.

After the astrological mama repaired the first few faces, she didn't know what to do with the broken face, it was a wooden face, and even the eyes were made of wood, Si Ling remembered the story she read when she was trapped in the spaceship that day: "Pinocchio"

"I still want to live, please help me get a body. Puppet Face said.

"Do you know what that means?" Astrology asked him rhetorically.

"Oh, I know, I'm no longer whole, I can't fly, I have to live on someone else, but I have a lover, please help me find her. Puppetface pleaded.

"I'm sorry, but I can't get a moving body. Mama Xingxiang said to him apologetically.

"It's okay, please help me get a little more decent, I'm worried that she can't accept me with only one head, she will be frightened, as long as you find a passable body for me and resolve my unbearableness, she will still love me, I'm in too much pain! ”

Astrology agreed to his request.

The spirit was almost recovered, except for some cracks in her left arm, which she had wrapped up anonymously with a beautiful little strip of cloth.

As more and more rescue forces joined, order was slowly established.

Si Ling, Fanxing, and Xingling were assigned a task by a group that had just been organized: to go to the mille-feuille space to pick cotton, quilts and cloth, in short, all soft things had to be picked, and when picking cotton in an area, Xingling was surprised to find that the cotton was no longer automatically replenished!

[Is there really something wrong with the Source of Ideas?] Starbell flies at a super-slow speed, which is the safe speed set by the group.

[Are those good days really gone?]