Xiao Qi and Xiao Yao ate hot pot, occasionally stopping to describe and write the words and graphics they saw, and then looked at the envious eyes of the people who had not dispersed nearby, and their little faces were full of pride.

They didn't think about the envy of others because of the help of their brother and sister-in-law, they only thought that they could do things for adults.

The people of the surrounding civilizations and forces are indeed envious, and some are even jealous, jealous that the galactic civilization has children who happen not to be harmed by the ruins.

Gongsun Murong and Nalasha, who helped to add soup from time to time, had a flat expression, and they never targeted the Yuan Kingdom of the eighth-level civilization like other low-level civilizations flattered and flattered high-level civilizations.

For two people, going to the Yuan Kingdom is only a kind of cooperation, and the Yuan Country will benefit and they will be rewarded. Of course, it would be better if one day they could not worry about the life and death of the galactic civilization, and they could casually refuse an eighth-level civilization.

There are people eating outside the ruins, and some people watching. Inside the ruins, Narasha was still checking from place to place, taking away a lot of information that she didn't want others to know.

After more than a dozen hours, Nalasha finally reached the eighth layer of the ruins. The entire eighth floor is a hall without many decorations.

As soon as she entered, her hair suddenly stood on end, and a creepy feeling arose in her heart.

She saw it, saw the crystal coffin in the hall, the same as the one she lived in, the only difference was that it was slightly lighter.

More importantly, Nalasha saw a person lying in each coffin, a man with skin and bones. There were no muscles or blood vessels on their bodies, only a thin layer of skin and bones covered in skin, and the human eye sockets were holes deep in.

There was no breath of life on them, and they never looked like they might wake up.

In front of the heads of the thirty-six people in the crystal coffin, there is also a three-dimensional image of a person in the image. Talking incessantly, accompanied by body movements.

Narasha's eyes widened, watching and listening warily.

After listening to it for half an hour, I found that it was a repeat playback.

When it was played again, in order to ease her tension, Nalasha took out a package of fried potato strips from the soul space and listened while eating.

"Failed, later people, I'm going to sue you, or you. We failed, and where we were studying, we thought we could change the environment, and then we succeeded in bringing the thirty-six ninety-six thousand one thousand generations of God's Creator. But as a result, it was a failure.

We want to create a god, or a lot of gods, to help us fight, to help us conquer civilization after civilization. But only the body that was made in the first generation lasts for a long time, and we have been experiencing failure ever since. No matter what adjustments we make, no matter how we imitate the first body.

Unfortunately, the soul of the first God-made body we have studied is incomplete, and she can only survive on the machine, and we don't know how to awaken her. She is so unstable, and she and her multi-purpose auxiliary combat training device are always going to fluctuate beyond our grasp.

We decided to destroy her, but the people who made her. But Boshi Nalasha treated her as a daughter, and she secretly let go of the Divine Creator whom she named Sophia Narasha. Send her into a rift in the space of an unstable dìng.

We didn't destroy her, we also lost a subject of study. In fact, the result is the same, whether it is destroying Miè or sending her to a spatial rift that is almost impossible to survive, we can't get any information. ”

Hearing this, seeing this, Narasha was stunned, the fries were in her mouth, and she had forgotten to chew.

"I'm made by God, I'm the first generation, I'm a failure, they're going to destroy me, it's the person who made me who sent me away, and her name is Bohi Narasha. My soul is missing, and they are afraid that they will not be able to control me?"

Naraza thought that she didn't want to admit that she was a made thing, even though she had already guessed the same. She felt that she should be a living person, a princess, but she was accidentally lost, and she still had hope to go back, and she enjoyed the warmth of the family like Brother Murong.

Now, a qiē is disillusioned and the speculation comes true. Is there any point in saving zài for yourself, and for what to live for?

Nalasha's mood fluctuated, and the video continued: "Bohi, Nalasha is a madman, yes, she's crazy, she can't continue to participate in research, she keeps saying that her child is still alive. We locked her up in a safe place and hoped that one day she would recover.

And then we continue to study God's plan of creation, and from generation to generation, failure, failure, failure. No matter how many generations of research have been made, no matter where they and other research departments are sent, even if other subjects have been successfully studied, they still die.

I know that one day we will succeed and research a god-made warrior who is more receptive to our control. But we don't know what day it will be. We are worried that the first body is still alive and has accidentally become stronger, and we hope to find her and destroy Miè.

Today, we have finished researching the subject and collected the information we can collect, and we are going to leave. We discussed that leaving behind 36 failed products can be regarded as a kind of commemoration, a memorial to our institute, and a commemoration of our years.

Latecomers, I don't know if you, or if you can understand what I'm saying. But I would like to tell you not to desecrate the failures we have made, unless your technology has reached the point where you can switch between nothingness and reality at will. Otherwise, any unfriendly behavior you do towards our failures will be grounds for your destruction. ”

The video is here, and it is played from the beginning.

Nalasha lowered her head, still thinking about her identity, thinking about the meaning of her existence. The more I think about it, the more sad I feel, and the more I think about it, the more I feel that life is not fun.

"Brother Murong, why do you think I still want to save zài?" said Nalasha as if muttering to herself, she just wanted to tell herself.

But just as her words fell, a voice appeared in her head.

"Because I need you, you're my fiancée. ”

"Brother Murong, you, how did you get in touch?" Narasha thought in surprise.

"You need, so I'm here. The meaning of life lies not in the meaning generated by living beings, but in the true meaning of the universe. Without thought, there is no meaning, but without thinking creatures do not consider whether their existence is meaningful.

You are a being who can lead a civilization to strength, you are a being who can bring happiness to others, and you are a being who makes enemies fear and tremble. So you have meaning. ”

Gongsun Murong continued to persuade, he was really worried that Nalasha would not want to die.

Nalasha nodded, then asked, "And who am I?"

"You are the future daughter-in-law of the Gongsun family of the Earth Empire of the Galactic Civilization, the fiancée of my Gongsun Murong, and the little girl who sells water, Sophia Narasha. ”

"Yes, yes, I am Sophia, Nalasha, the fruit of the tree is life, the eggs laid by the fish are life, the machine is life, the eggs laid by chickens are life, the children of life are life, I am the life of many things, the soul is filled with life, why can't I live? The form of production is not important, the important thing is that I live more comfortably than chickens and fish, and fruit. ”

Nalasha quickly thought about it, and then regained her vitality.

Happy, Nalasha circled around the thirty-six crystal coffins, and said as she went, "How could it fail? Damn researcher, why don't you tell me the dates of your coming and leaving? Why don't you leave me a coordinate." I'm still going to save my person, why lock her up?

You want to control me? You created me to prevent me from being free? Wait, wait until I see it in the ruins next to me, as long as there is a record, I will definitely find it. Let me show you that the uncontrolled Nalasha is happy, and the unmastered Nalasha is powerful. ”

The more Nalasha spoke, the happier she became, and suddenly came to the side of a crystal coffin, opened the coffin, and flew out with disgust the dried corpse inside, rinsing and rinsing it vigorously with water, and specially adding various cleaning agents, disinfectants, and a variety of energy radiation sterilization.

Finally, the crystal coffin was dried, and the body moved, frowning, and muttering, 'It's clean, it's clean,' and lay down in it.

Close the lid and operate as she would in her own crystal coffin.

The crystal coffin shone brightly, neutralized in the hall, and suddenly disintegrated in an instant, surrounding Nalasha standing in the air and combining it into a mecha.

"Hahaha. Nalasha laughed and shouted: "Brother Murong, look, I can use their instruments, which is much stronger than the other mecha I see now, Brother Murong, you also try, if you can use it, we will all use this to fight the enemy in the future, if you encounter the mecha of the Luo Mabu Empire again, I promise that you can use the current mecha to blow them up at once." ”

Nalasha operated the mecha to make various movements, and then said: "It's not good, it's worse than mine, there is no jewelry in it, look at the color, not to mention, it lacks the aristocratic temperament." But it can still be used, and in the future, we will use this for the body filled by our souls, and your body on the spherical spaceship will come over and try it, can you wear it. ”

After Nalasha finished speaking, the mecha disassembled and reassembled into a crystal coffin, and she opened all the other thirty-five, took out the failed items inside and threw them aside, and cleaned and sterilized the thirty-five crystal coffins together.

Gongsun Murong's body came over and looked at the crystal coffins one by one. It suddenly occurred to me that if it were me, would I be able to rely on sleep to improve my strength like Nalasha?

And why did the civilization that made Nalasha abandon the current crystal coffin? Is it really to keep a souvenir? Or can't it be rebuilt? Or does it think that the failed ones can't be provided to other bodies for cultivation?

Nalasha didn't think about it, she pulled Gongsun Murong to the crystal coffin she used before, and pushed him inside: "Quick, try it, I'll tell you the feeling of the operation." (To be continued......)