"True eternal life? What do you mean......"

Sikong's voice became smaller and smaller, and soon he sank to the bottom of the mirror, and then, through the Boundary Yuan Mirror!

'Bang knock! ’

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It was a control room lit up with three or two dark green light sources, and it was condescending, standing on a spiral descending staircase.

Below, is the control room.

Above, truncated by a mirror.

At this time, Sikong saw a back figure lying on the desk, and when he heard footsteps, his movements suddenly froze.

"Agoura, Gollum Purr......"

Sikong's appearance and aura are the same as those of his companions in the eyes of this Xiai people.

Coupled with the filtering and screening of the bounded element mirror, this Xiai person has no doubts about Sikong's identity.

At this moment, seeing Sikong coming, he waved his hand instead, signaling him to move forward.

Seeing this, Sikong pretended to be crazy and stupid, and walked slowly to the side of this Xiai person, and it could be seen that this Xiai person has been reinstalling some kind of device.

The parts of the device were dusted and piled up in a corner of the control room, but after the dust on the surface was wiped off, it was as smooth as new, and even the first high-temperature scalding marks of the smelting could be clearly seen.

Individual core parts are soaked in sterile sealing solution with ulterior motives, and taking them out at this moment is like taking out a jewel.

Flashing in the gloomy green light.

"Hakili, Gili Gili ......"

Seeing that Sikong was there, the Xiai man motioned for Sikong to help him reassemble the device together.

The corners of Sikong's mouth twitched, this was a device part that clearly carried the style and concept of the Xiai civilization, and he, a half-mechanical apprentice, didn't know where to start.

As soon as you get your hands on it, you have to show the stuffing.

Seeing that Sikong neither spoke nor moved, the Xiai man finally had some doubts, stopped the movement of his hands, intertwined his hands on his chest, and clasped his fingers with six fingers together, making a gesture with special meaning.

Seeing that this was about to end, Sikong lay back in a hurry, and after landing with a muffled snort, he covered his chest and sighed.

The breath is even stronger and weaker, and his face is like gold paper, and he looks seriously injured and dying.

Seeing this, this Xiai person was a little flustered, and subconsciously wanted to help Sikong, but he seemed to be afraid of something.

Suddenly, the Xiai man seemed to think of something, turned around and picked out more than a dozen extremely small but extremely precise parts from the assembled parts, and quickly assembled them.

Soon after, it took the assembled needle-point-like component, inserted it into the panel, and spun it counterclockwise!

'Whoa, whoa, whoa! ’

It seems that a beast that has been sleeping for ten thousand years opened its eyes, and Sikong's feet trembled slightly, and Sikong only saw that in this control room, there was suddenly a flickering point of light.

The points of light gradually spread up and down, eventually forming a vertical human-high ray.

The Sheais strode up to the vertical line, as if pulling open a curtain, pulling the vertical light in both directions, and as soon as it stepped in, it disappeared.

A few seconds later, the Shiai man went and returned.

In his hand, there is an extra urn jar.

The vertical line shrank back into a point of light and floated slowly towards the panel.

Like a firefly, it landed in a groove in the panel.

Suddenly, the panel shone brightly, forming a rotating starry sky pattern.

It's just that this starry sky pattern is dull and discolored, except for the light points formed by vertical lines, and the farther details are even more blurry and can't be seen clearly.

When the Xiai people saw this, their eyes were a little soft, with the sadness of memory.

This star field is the hometown of the Xiai civilization. Once a hometown.

Now they don't have a home.

The Xiai man handed the urn to Sikong, chattering endlessly, signaling Sikong to use it to heal his wounds.

Sikong looked at the urn jar in his hand in a daze, if he guessed correctly, there must be a sleeping Xiai person in it.

Immortal Xiai people, can devour each other to achieve healing, or even spiritual purposes?

Then why is the Xiai man in front of him obviously very enthusiastic about himself, and obviously regards him as a companion who can trust his life.

Then why did it want to kill another unborn Xiai?

Sikong shook his aching head, and could only blame it on the special values and outlook on life of the Xiai civilization.

To Sikong's relief, after the Xiai man handed the urn to Sikong, he didn't delay any longer, and immediately turned back to the front of the panel and continued to assemble the parts.

Thinking of the reassembly of a component just now, the Xiai people opened a laboratory of the ghost ship.

Activated a function of the Starship.

Then, the function of these parts is ready to come out.

Once the reload is complete, will you be able to control this starry sky giant?!

Thinking of it, Sikong's heart was hot, and his thoughts of wanting to kill the Xiai person in front of him faded.

After all, he, a fake Xiai person, did not inherit the knowledge of the Xiai civilization, and now he can only rely on the Xiai person in front of him to reinstall the parts.

It's just that......

Obviously, it is difficult to reassemble all the parts in a short period of time with a single person. After a moment, the Nahiai man stopped his movements and turned to Sikong.

Sikong lay on the ground with a harmless smile on his face.

Beside him, the urn was still there.

"Kara! Carla! Carla! ”

Seeing this, this Xiai man was obviously very angry, and he hurried in front of Sikong in a few steps, scolding non-stop.

Sikong spread his hands, pointed to his brain, and then pointed to the Boundary Yuan Mirror, indicating that he was the rest of his life after the catastrophe, and his brain was injured.

Suddenly, the angry Xiai calmed down.

The gaze that looked at Sikong was no longer enthusiastic, but looked at the indifference of food.

Companions who do not have the value of cooperation can only play the role of food!

Damn it!

Sikong closed his eyebrows tightly, shook the ground with a palm, turned over, and the shallow nails of his fingers were like blades, cutting across his arm, bleeding red blood.

The fetal fluid of the Xiai people flowed and immediately vaporized!

'Plop! ’

A few seconds later, fragments of a mini-mecha fell on the ground, and Sikong slapped his stiff body and got up from the ground.

Looking at the Xiai people who had no breath and had been terminated with regret, Sikong shook his head and walked straight to the panel.

Suddenly, Sikong's eyes darkened, and the word Venus surrounded his forehead.

But I can see that there are more than 10 million parts on this panel, and if you look closely, there are thousands of interfaces on one part, which are densely packed like craters on the stars.

It's ridiculously difficult to reassemble the components of the Star Giant!

Fortunately, in addition to the component that opened the lab, there is also one component that is roughly formed, and only a quarter of the part remains.

Sikong's fingers tapped lightly on the interface, and he nodded habitually, his face full of contemplation.

Tick, tick......

Sikong suddenly twisted the needle-like component and reopened the lab.

After a while, he took out an urn jar that was well sealed and the experiment was successful, and smiled lightly: "Reassemble the components for me alive, and help me practice when you die, you Xiai people, you are really unlucky......

'Click! ’

Sikong dropped the urn!