Chapter 1,378 The Price of Immortality

In the morning, I greeted Father and Mother Bing under great psychological pressure, and then had breakfast together. The expressions on the faces of the two parents during the whole process... I won't describe it, you can imagine it for yourself, anyway, they looked quite panicked, Ku Uncle Vine was so handsome that he could almost become the world's richest man by swiping his credit card with his face. However, before he finished his breakfast, he suddenly smiled with three wrinkles on his cheeks. Aunt Aishali also looked inexplicably excited. She kept bringing me food and rice, and I was quite grateful for her enthusiasm - before my sight was completely blocked by the food in front of me. (Baidu Search Literature Museum)

"Look how worried your parents are," I said to Bingtis deep in my soul, "but this reaction seems to be a bit exaggerated."

"They do it in bursts, it's okay," Bingtis replied sleepily, "Actually, they are exaggerating on purpose, trying to give me a sense of urgency, and by the way, they can also put some pressure on you. They have used this trick hundreds of times. It’s all over, it’s okay if you just ignore them.”

I chuckled, not knowing whether I should lament Bing's father and Bing's mother's deliberately exaggerated "cute" style, Bingtis's understanding of his parents, or Bingtis' unsophisticated character. . After thinking about it, I decided it was better not to sigh: this family of three has been doing this for hundreds of millions of years, and I may not be able to finish sighing until the next millennium. It was business for me to continue feeding the dead fish-eyed Sister Bing next to me. By the way, I am quite proficient in this task now. Not only do I know the taste of Bingtis, but I can even tell whether she is full just by intuition and feeding memory: this all depends on the fact that Bingtis’s soul is always in my mind. Stopped blindly.

I took care of the dumb Sister Bing like a child, taught her to open her mouth, reminded her to chew slowly, fed her water, and even occasionally patted her on the back when she choked (although this is not the case for the gods). What effect does it have), because the body is not coordinated. Mistakes can occur even with simple actions, and I have to help her wipe the food residue from the corners of her mouth and clothes from time to time. This bunch of actions are very tedious, but they are not annoying. On the one hand, it is really enjoyable to watch such a beautiful girl eating blankly, and on the other hand...it is a good exercise to take care of the children at home.

What a sad story.

I think the current brainless fish-eyed Bingtis is much cuter than the normal version of her, but looking back, it seems that the normal version of Bingtis is also quite... distinctive. And in addition to this, there is another point. The lively Sister Bing has not been running around in front of me for too long, and I really miss that figure.

Although this second-rate female hooligan is actually always by his side. But after all, it is temporarily divided into two parts and stored separately. It will always be strange if it is not assembled. Can you imagine what it feels like to eat noodles boiled in plain water today and then drink boiled water to make the seasoning packets tomorrow? A female hooligan like Bingtis needs a healthy body and a ghostly soul to support her...

"We're going to Father God later, right?" Bingtis suddenly spoke, "We should have a preliminary result today. Sir Soiret's work efficiency has always been insane."

I wiped Bingtis' (body) face with ease. Picking up the crumbs on his clothes, arranging his hair, he nodded: "Well, there are two things you have to do when you come to the God Realm. Now that you have done this, you can concentrate on checking the information for the rest. By the way, what did you do yesterday? I didn’t sleep well at night. Now let’s catch up on some sleep. I’ll call you if I need anything.”

Bingtis groaned. Although her soul form did not require breathing, she still yawned to show that she was ready to sleep. I was thinking about three questions at the same time: Does God need to yawn? Does the soul need to sleep? How does Bingtis usually deal with his hair when he sleeps? Before I had a chance to ask, I heard a vicious threat in my mind: "If you dare to ask about hair again, try try!"

I couldn't help but twitch at the corner of my mouth, and then I saw Aunt Aishali looking at me with a smile on her face, yes. Bingtis was right, her parents just exaggerated deliberately to put pressure on her. Isn’t Aishaly’s eyes quite normal now? Uncle Kuvain also ended his meal like a steady old gentleman and waited for the shadow servant to clear away the tableware.

"She fell asleep. She didn't get a good rest last night, so I asked her to catch up on her sleep." Although I'm not sure, I guess these two people should be able to feel that Bingtis's soul has just changed from active to quiet, so they have this There was a change in his behavior, so he told them about Bingtis sleeping.

"She is a very troublesome silly girl." Aunt Aishali smiled elegantly. She didn't look like Bingtis's mother at all. Because gods don't age, she looked just like Bingtis's sisters. The same, even to the point where I couldn't tell whether she was an older sister or a younger sister. When she smiled like this, I vaguely saw the shadow of Bingtis: Although the two people have very different personalities, they seem to look very similar when they smile.

"Well, she's quite active. After getting used to it, I feel like her temper isn't bad at all. At least it's very real." I smiled back and said what I meant: Bingtis's temper may be a bit too intense for most people. But thanks to the inertia of void creatures, I feel that I can adapt to communicating with people of any temperament - don’t you see that a head like Qian Qian’s can still be in tune with me as if they were made in heaven?

"Actually, we also know that being in such a hurry will put a lot of pressure on her," Kuvain sighed softly, "...Actually, I have no other way. I am a very stupid father. When Bingtis was young, I But I spent most of my time fighting outside. Every time I returned home in triumph, I felt like I saw a completely strange girl living in my home. She called me daddy, but I didn’t know how to talk to her... You see, it gradually became like this. Now I only know and can only do this one thing that a father can do. And as you know, she has been missing for a long time and there is no news at all... Now I just want someone to tie up that crazy girl, do you understand?"

Unexpectedly, but within reason, I had no choice but to spread my hands: "So you can just leave me alone, right?"

"Don't use honorifics. Strictly according to the Void Stairs, we should perform the courtesy of meeting you when we meet you," Uncle Kuvain waved his hand half-jokingly and said, "Actually, it's not all 'tossing', this kid Bingtis ...It's really sad. You should know her, do you think she is like this...not to mention tens of millions of years, just tens of millions of years. Can she marry..."

"...Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

"Stop talking."

"Actually, Bingtis is a very stupid child sometimes," Aisali said with a warm smile as she patted her decadent husband aside. "She is regarded as a genius by many people, but when it comes to personal issues, she is simply... It's like a blank slate. She doesn't understand what her feelings are at all, and it's easy to be overwhelmed by emotions she's never been exposed to before, and then stupidly categorizes them as the only friendship she usually knows."

"I have Sandora and the others," I smiled, "I'm quite satisfied with this. Love is a good thing, but sharing it too much may not make everyone happy, let alone me. I really don’t think that the fight between me and Bingtis can be considered love..."

"But it wouldn't be a bad idea if it could really make one more person happy," Aisali said lightly. But he still moved his eyes away, "Of course, I just said this casually. After all, it is still your own business. I can also see that you and Bingtis... I am afraid that you really can't develop according to common sense. Everything goes as it should. Naturally. Also, as a reminder, your idea makes me more satisfied..."

I was speechless. Finally, he spread his hands in confusion: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this - just talk about me, isn't there only you, Uncle Kuvain? If Bingtis has more mothers..."

"Yes." Aisali replied casually, "Ankafna, this old and crooked person has known her earlier than I have known her."

What? !

I was dumbfounded and completely dumbfounded. What's going on with this unexpected development?

How could he hit the mark even if he said it casually? Why has Bingtis never mentioned this to others? Look at how proud Xiaoxue is when she introduces her three mothers to others.

"Uh...that's Bingtis's other mother..." I chuckled, my eyes falling on Uncle Kuvain without any embarrassment. I originally saw that he only had sex with Aunt Aishali every day, and thought he only had such a wife, but I didn't expect that the seemingly honest and honest Daddy Bing was also multi-threaded. "Then why have I never seen her before? She's not here." Live in this temple?"

"Died in the Sixth Quadrant 130 million years ago, leaving nothing behind," Kuvain said quietly, with a very calm expression on his face, but his eyes concealed a kind of sadness that had been buried by time. Sadly, "It's normal for Bingtis not to mention her. It happened too long ago."

One hundred and thirty million years of time will not wipe away the longing. After all, it will be difficult for the gods to overcome this kind of life and death.

I really wanted to say to myself: "...I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Kuvain shrugged, his expression really indifferent, "In the God Realm, there aren't many people who die in battle. Gods don't age, so sooner or later they have to go on expeditions into the abyss or to protect the world. It’s time to die in battle: This will not change as long as we die. Even God the Father is no exception to this experience - Sister Jiadi had an older sister before, but now there are no more than a hundred gods in the God Realm who can actually see each other. Live up to the appearance of the eldest princess. For us, this is part of immortal life - and sooner or later it will be the same for you."

I don’t know how the topic suddenly turned to such a heavy direction. I want to change the subject but don’t know what to say. Kuvain, this old protoss who has lived for too long is right. This is not unimaginable: when a race like gods never ages, never dies of illness, and its soul will always remain firm, and at the same time The abyss and the doomsday are forever entrenched in the void, so their long life is actually a cruel one-way line from the beginning:

As long as you live long enough, you will always die on the battlefield and fall down in a lonely place that is so far away that mortals can never reach, leaving behind your hometown and relatives, leaving only one name written on the roster of the dead. Go up and be taken home by your commander.

It's always a single choice.

"Since the establishment of the God Realm, no God has died on the bed of his own home." Kuvain smiled with relief, as if he didn't find this topic very sad at all. "The place where they fell was always far away from home. . I have now withdrawn from the active service of each expedition, but you also know that even Father God sometimes goes out on expeditions in person, so sooner or later I will have that day."

I looked past the crystal window next to me and silently looked at the busy temple gardeners in the garden. Everything that was brilliant was built on a heavy base, and there was only darkness around the roots of the World Tree. The Star Territory is like this, Huron is like this, and Xiling is like this. The immortal must pay the price of immortality - Bingtis actually said something similar to himself. But suddenly I don't find this unacceptable: at least. These things will only happen after a long time, right? And you always have ample opportunity to avoid them.

Or enough time to heal and accept them.

"In this way, only the little guys like the goddess of life who know nothing and live lively and celebrate everything all day long are the winners." I suddenly chuckled, "They have no death attribute at all. Only void creatures can erase Drop them."

"Except for the light divine system created by Father God himself, the Goddess of Life is the first ethnic group promoted to true gods by Father God," Kuvain said lightly, "But after them, Father God has not allowed The second race has absolute immortality. He has this ability. Why do you think this is?"

I fell silent for a moment.

"Haha, don't think too much, at least life is pretty good in general," Uncle Kuvain laughed and patted me on the shoulder without leaving me silent for long. "You have to understand that even Father God is not able to protect every corner of the void, so I will reluctantly give you a piece of advice as an elder: Don't mind those irreparable things, as long as you protect what you look at Everything within the reach of your ability and your heart. Within this range, you must protect it even if you die!"

"I've been taught a lesson." I said every word, feeling the heavy pressure on my shoulders.

Kuvain nodded. I also noticed for the first time that those scarlet eyes were shining with the wisdom of an elder. I suddenly felt that I had been deceived by his unreliable image. Maybe the real wise man was...

"It's really interesting to teach the creatures of the void," Kuvain stepped aside and rubbed his hands while chatting with Aissalie. But his voice was so loud that the whole room could hear him, "Why don't you go up and say a few words? When he grows to the level of Father God, we will just stare..."

I:"……"

From now on, I will no longer believe that any guy who is related to Bingtis has any knowledge. I just lack IQ in the five elements!

I came to the library tower again with full of emotion. Father God was already waiting for me in front of the entrance of the library tower. His observation skills are very keen. As soon as we met, he asked: "Aren't you in a good mood?"

"It's nothing," I breathed, "I was chatting with Kuvain about the expedition of the gods, and suddenly I felt emotional about eternal life."

"Really?" Father God is so smart. He probably thought of everything with just this sentence, but he just smiled warmly, "Dilute the heavy things to the level of a hundred million years, or if it doesn't work, it will be a billion years." , it can always become easier to accept, before that, just try to prevent them from happening.”

I suddenly thought of a strange question, a question that seemed to be an inevitable event under the premise of "infinity": "Now, have you ever 'died'? Just like the way I 'died' back then."

Void creatures will not "die completely", but we also have our own way of "die", which is to be exiled back to the original state.

"Well, more than once," Father God smiled nonchalantly. "The worst time was when I was exiled to the void for sixteen million years. But my first 'death' was after I became a mature body. So I won’t lose all my memories like you. The God Realm has a special solution for this situation. After I die - or be exiled back to the Void Dispersion state, the God Realm will be partially closed, and at the same time, it will be partially closed. The Pantheon has the management rights on its behalf, so basically there will be no delays. The only troublesome thing is that after returning, we have to get to know a lot of people again..."

I thought for a long time with my mouth open, and suddenly looked at the other person with a strange expression: "By the way, why is our topic so weird?"

"I have talked about weirder topics with Sheila before," Father God shrugged. "We made a bet to see who would 'die' three times first. The first person to reach the number of times would treat the other party to a meal. I have been waiting for this meal for a long time. One hundred and forty billion years. Oh, maybe she will ask you to make this bet sometime, you don’t know how boring she is usually..."

Me: "...let's talk about finding information."

Soiret's work efficiency is indeed very high. Although not all manpower is in place, the ancient spirit queue used to screen materials is already operating normally. We once again came to the virtual storage area of ​​​​the library tower. This screening went very smoothly, at least There was no crash.

After a rough screening, the suspected targets in the home world were reduced by nearly half, excluding those universes that have obviously not been contacted by "observers from the outside world" other than the Protoss. But there are still a huge number of remaining suspected targets, and they are distributed in all known void quadrants: no one knows which quadrant the original home world was, so we can only list the suspected targets in all quadrants.

But I suddenly remembered that when I talked about the Ark of Exile with Ansers, the other party mentioned that the Ark would quickly lose contact after entering the void. At that time, Sandora judged that the reason for this phenomenon was that the home world was located between two places. at the intersection of quadrants.

This was important information, and the number of targets suspected of being in the home world was suddenly reduced to one-fifth.

Then... there is no shortcut to eliminate more targets.

In the next few days in the God Realm, this kind of mechanical query work was carried out. The navigation log information provided by the ancestors was insufficient, which made the screening work fall into a waste of time and an endless loop in the later stage. There was no way to confirm the huge database of data. With more information provided, I decided it was time to return to Shadow City.

Of course, another important reason why I decided to go back is——

If I don't go back, Father Bing and Mother Bing may tie me and Bingtis to the wedding... As a good man in the new century who insists on true love, I must run away decisively, comrades!