Wen Xingze then ate compressed biscuits for two whole months.

Under the powerful effect of money, Black Dragon's body got better day by day. Wen Xingze also began to make plans. After a month, when Black Dragon was completely recovered, he would keep his promise and send him back to the main star of the Dragon Clan.

Before that, you must fully develop your farming and trade talents before you can go to Dragon Star to farm and develop.

Lei Qi was very aloof at first, which perfectly matched Wen Xingze's fantasies about the elegance and power of the "Dragon Clan". This impression lasted for about three days.

After being able to resume normal activities, Lei Qi often dragged a whole prey directly in front of Wen Xingze. Wen Xingze explained to him many times that "humans cannot eat a whole cow raw", and Lei Qi turned his butt towards Wen Xingze with a sour face, but he would soon forget all this and do the same thing next time.

Lei Qi, the PN-4 robots, the dwarfs, and the elves even had some subtle behaviors of competing for favor. For example, the robots and the dwarfs built a small playground for Wen Xingze, but the Black Dragon refused to admit defeat and decorated his tail into a slide the next day.

And so on.

Days passed like this, and as more and more people were taken in, the number of things Wen Xingze recorded in his notebook grew. After dealing with the dragon issue, there was also the matter of the mermaids being auctioned off as slaves...

This universe is terrible, and all in all, there's so much more to do.

Because of his care for the Black Dragon, Wen Xingze had fewer opportunities to visit the blind officer. He only occasionally heard the robots say that he was able to get out of bed, that he had bought a long sword from a traveling merchant, that he had defeated a ferocious beast in the forest, and so on.

The blind officer possessed astonishing military talent, and his stats were very strong. Wen Xingze even heard one day that he had organized the old, weak, and sick people in the town to defeat the infiltrating pirates, and no one on our side was killed or injured.

"Do you want to join the Muse Empire?" Wen Xingze formally invited the blind officer on the day he recovered. "This may seem a bit arrogant, but Muse will definitely become a very powerful and formidable nation in the future."

The officer didn't say it was good or bad.

He took off his eye mask and stared at Wen Xingze with his light silver, unfocused pupils, even though he couldn't see anything.

Officer: “Why did you invite me?”

Wen Xingze: "For world peace?"

The officer fell silent.

Wen Xingze said, "As a king, I certainly hope that my people can live in a peaceful and stable universe, unlike the present, where pirates roam freely, various deformed systems exist, and wars are everywhere. I think it will take about sixty years to dominate the entire universe."

The officer said without emotion, "I'm more interested in destroying the world."

Wen Xingze couldn't believe that he was still a middle school student with a second-year syndrome.

"I went through this period too," Wen Xingze sighed. "I named myself Dark.fire, the Dark Starry Sky Devouring Flame User. It wasn't me who was wrong, it was this world... or something."

officer:"???"

The officer thought for a moment, then repeated the words in precise detail: "Dark Starry Sky Devouring Flame is called dark.fire. This name has three grammatical errors. I can help you correct them if necessary."

Wen Xingze: "...Stop talking, I'm so embarrassed."

After that, the two of them stopped talking and just watched the falling snow outside the window. Because the pirates had been rampant recently and they still had many wounded, it was going to be an especially difficult winter.

Wen Xingze wanted to check on Lei Qi's condition again, as the dragon's wound from yesterday seemed to have reopened again, but just then, the officer stopped him.

The officer looked out the window and asked him expressionlessly, "Are you going to see that dragon?"

Wen Xingze: "Yes."

Is this guy jealous? Wen Xingze looked at the 'Happiness -500' sign above his head and felt that this was a high probability event.

"..." The officer asked calmly, "To you, is there any difference between him and me?"

Wen Xingze: "If you both fell into the river at the same time, I would definitely save you first." Because there is no river that can drown Lei Qi. Of course, Wen Xingze did not say this.

The corners of the officer's lips rose slightly.

But soon he lowered his eyelashes, closed his eyes, and returned to his cold and even disappointed look.

After about a month, the long winter finally passed, and Lei Qi fully recovered. Wen Xingze decided to set off with him to Dragon Star, a journey with an uncertain outcome.

On the eve of Wen Xingze's departure, no one in the country could sleep.

He heard the PN-4 robots outside the door anxiously dismantling their various parts, thinking that this might keep Wang here, even for a day. But in the end, they took the initiative to reinstall the parts.

"If I..." Wen Xingze finally said goodbye to the officer. Although his words almost sounded like a death flag for himself, there was nothing he could do about it. "I entrust this country to you. Please."

The officer had proposed to go with Wen Xingze many times, but Wen Xingze refused him, hoping that he could stay on the capital star. Otherwise, without Wen Xingze, the capital star would be almost entirely populated by the elderly, weak and sick, and would not be able to deal with any random star pirate.

The officer quickly rejected him: "No."

"If you die, I will destroy this country," the officer said coldly and seriously. "I won't save the mermaids either. I won't do anything you expect me to do."

Wen Xingze was so angry that he decided to come back alive even if he died, and he didn't want to talk to the officer anymore.

Before setting off, the officer asked Wen Xingze one last question: "How do you become special to someone?"

Wen Xingze: "Do you want to date him?"

The officer was clearly choking. After a moment, his ears flushed suspiciously red, and for the first time, his words were unsettling: "If he wishes..."

As a person who is insulated from love, although he has received a lot of love letters since he was a child, he has never been in any relationship. It is obvious that Wen Xingze is single because of his own strength.

His main characteristic is that, apart from being straightforward, he doesn't understand any hints and is almost unaware of any ambiguous atmosphere.

Wen Xingze carefully analyzed the situation for the officer: "If it were me, besides being a lover, the most special thing would of course be a competitor."

Wen Xingze is not afraid of his competitors - according to rough estimates, it will take Muse sixty years to dominate the universe because the universe is roughly divided into two main areas.

Both regions are plagued by problems such as poverty, disease, space pirates, and war.

If another region could also have an empire or alliance like Muse, the time to achieve universal peace could be shortened by more than half. This is a somewhat lazy idea.

Wen Xingze couldn't help but say something personal: "I really don't want to work hard anymore!"

officer:"……"

"If there is a country like this over there, then Muse can establish diplomatic relations with it," Wen Xingze said, "establishing trade, friendly diplomacy, marriage, and so on."

I don't know which word touched the officer.

He then looked thoughtful, sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing, and finally seemed to have made some decision.

"Okay," he said.

This was the penultimate meeting between Wen Xingze and the blind officer.

Five months later, on the other side of the universe.

A national utopia was born in an extremely cold land amidst the smoke of war, and a monarch with black hair and silver eyes was crowned king.

Then the timeline returns to the present.

In the snowy field of the mustard seed space, Wen Xingze held a branch and stirred the charcoal fire, and sparks immediately flew.

"...That's about it. I ran into you at the restaurant this evening and accidentally turned on my vampire filter, so I bit you." Wen Xingze said, "Isn't it a little too supernatural?"

Wen Xingze hadn't really thought this through before he said this to Chi Yan. Perhaps the previous incident of biting him was just a contributing factor—of course, according to Ansiel, he might bite Chi Yan again later, so he had to say it...

At least in Wen Xingze's heart, Chi Yan's relationship was definitely one step further than just ordinary friends or seniors, but he was not in a hurry to find out what that relationship was specifically.

Chi Yan listened carefully and said after a moment: "Not bad."

Wen Xingze sighed, "Your reaction was too flat. I thought you would be more surprised."

Chi Yan was quiet for a while, revealing a somewhat confused expression.

Then he fell into deep thought. Wen Xingze felt that Chi Yan seemed to be carefully considering whether to use acting to express the 'surprise' that Wen Xingze expected...

"It's almost time," Wen Xingze said, holding Chi Yan's hand as they walked out. "Let's go out first."

This time, Wen Xingze made sure to make sure that there was a normal beach outside the door and not 20,000 meters above the ground, otherwise he would have been really doomed.

As soon as I stepped out of the door, my cell phone rang. It was the director of Fantasy Cruises.

The director's tone became a little timid again, just like this morning when he thought Wen Xingze was a gangster's son: "Xiao Wen, I'm sorry to disturb your relationship with Actor Chi, but we still have to record a variety show tonight. Can you come back in twenty minutes?"

Wen Xingze: "Sorry, wait...I'm in a relationship with Teacher Chi?"

Chi Yan's breathing stagnated.

He glanced up at Wen Xingze briefly, then quickly looked away, his knuckles tightening around the phone.

Director: “Isn’t it?”

Wen Xingze found his guess incredible: "No, how could it be possible? I'll be back right away."

Today, I actually saw Actor Chi at the variety show recording site. For most people in "Fantasy Cruise", it was like seeing Wen Xingze's so-called magic, which reshaped their worldview.

It is no exaggeration to say that 80 to 90 percent of the people in the program crew are still in a daze.

Chi Yan!

The probability of running into Chi Yan on the street is lower than running into a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus Rex. This statement is not just a saying. Moreover, Chi Yan drove to pick up Wen Xingze and even said something like "borrow it for me".

How should I put it? Although it can’t be called ambiguous, it just feels that way, and the eyes and tone are also that way.

Director: "If it's not a romantic relationship, then is Actor Chi your dad?"

Wen Xingze: “???”

Chi Yan, who was listening: “????”

The director didn't expect Wen Xingze to deny the speculation of "being in love" so straightforwardly, and his tone was very relaxed when he talked about it, and it seemed that he didn't think about it that way at all.

Could this be Chi Yan's one-sided crush? Things are getting increasingly bizarre, so it's best not to get too involved.

Director: "Okay, then go back quickly."

Zhu Bo said from the side, "The Siren Alliance is short one person. It's a lonely night and your parents are not at home. Come join us and tear off name tags online..."

Wen Xingze: “…”

After Wen Xingze hung up the phone, he suddenly realized that Chi Yan seemed angry.

He looked away with a depressed look.

Chi Yan silently pressed the car key, motioning Wen Xingze to get on the passenger seat, and then said nothing more.

Wen Xingze: "Teacher Chi?"

Chi Yan didn't say anything.

The drive from the beach to the port took only five minutes. Chi Yan remained silent all the way, and soon arrived at his destination. There were many large and small ships docked at the port, with banners flying, as if some event or ceremony was going to be held that evening.

Wen Xingze wanted to cry but had no tears: "Why are you angry? I didn't do anything wrong... No, no, it's not teaching time now, right? Teacher Chi? Chi Yan? Rilakkuma?"

Chi Yan: “…”

Chi Yan looked ahead, the flickering lights and rippling waves of the harbor reflected in his eyes, and it was clear from his expression that he was angry.

"Why not?" He asked these six words in a stiff voice without any context.

Wen Xingze: "What?"

The long whistle of a cruise ship setting sail sounded outside the car window.

"I don't understand." Chi Yan gripped the steering wheel tightly, pursed his lips, and his voice became even lower. "Your standards for choosing a partner."

The whistle became louder and louder: "Beep-boo-boo"

Wen Xingze didn’t understand just now, and now he didn’t hear it at all: “???”

Chi Yan: "I..."

Whistle: "Beep---!!!"

Wen Xingze only saw Chi Yan's lips opening and closing, like a silent pantomime. Lights of various colors began to flash outside the window, and all the key words Chi Yan said were automatically blurred by the sound of the whistle.

When Chi Yan finished speaking, the flickering neon lights and the cruise ship whistle outside the window quieted down at the same time.

Wen Xingze: “????”

After three seconds of silence, Chi Yan calmed down and continued, "I..."

The whistle outside the window sounded again, at a decibel level that was close to the level of noise pollution: "Beep, beep, beep—beep, beep!!!"

Wen Xingze: “???????”

Chi Yan began to take deep breaths.

When Chi Yan opened his mouth, the whistle suddenly sounded; when he closed his mouth, the whistle became silent.

It's like a voice-activated switch.

Wen Xingze: “…”

Chi Yan expressionlessly took out his phone and called his secretary: "Buy all the cruise ships docked at the Tenerife beach port and make them shut up."

About half a minute later.

The entire Tenerife beach was completely silent. Even the cars passing by the sprinkler did not dare to play music or flash their lights, and drove past cautiously.

Wen Xingze: “…………”

After complete silence, Chi Yan stopped talking.

He rubbed his thumb along the side of the steering wheel, his eyes moving slightly.

Another half minute passed, and Chi Yan seemed to have finally gathered his emotions and said, "I..."

"Beep-beep-beep-boo-boo--"

The sudden suona version of the love cycle sounded heartbreakingly, and Wen Xingze's phone vibrated wildly.

The car was filled with a festive atmosphere.

Under Chi Yan's gaze, Wen Xingze trembled as he picked up his phone and hung up. But two seconds later, the phone rang again, and Wen Xingze turned it off.

After going back and forth like this three or four times, Wen Xingze had no choice but to answer the phone despite the immense pressure: "Hello?"

He is the director of Fantasy Cruises.

"Wuwuwu," the director cried, choking with tears and snot, "Xiao Wen, our cruise ship has been bought by someone else, you may not have to come back tonight. Wuwuwuwu, I don't know who the sponsor is, but they want us to remove all the whistles and horns, and now Zhu Bo and the others are still counting the zeros after the transferred amount..."

Wen Xingze looked at Chi Yan blankly.

Chi Yan: “…”

Very rarely, Chi Yan showed an expression of obvious frustration.

At 8:30 in the evening, the recording of "Fantasy Cruise" began on time.

From the photographer, director to the guests, everyone looked dazed.

"So many zeros," Zhu Bo said, sitting on the ground, counting on his fingers. "So many! If I divide it equally among everyone on the ship, I won't even need to work."

It turns out that the reason the director cried when he called Wen Xingze was because he was so happy.

Wen Xingze: “…”

"But we also rented the cruise ship," Wen Xingze pointed out rationally, "the money for the cruise ship must be transferred to the owner. Even if it is transferred to the director, it is just a temporary deposit."

Only then did Zhu Bo return to reality from the clouds.

Zhu Bo burst into tears.

The director beside him laughed and said in a vicissitudes of life: "This is life."

"Aze, you're right," Fang Ruxue sighed and patted Wen Xingze and Zhu Bo on the shoulders, "Let's work hard."

Jean, the only second-generation rich man present, said: "...Why should I work so hard? The interest you earn from your bank account is not enough..."

Zhu Bo: "Don't talk."

After calming down, the four sirens sat cross-legged on the deck, each holding a magnetic card, and began to sort out the information of the whole day.

"I still feel that Jean may not be a traitor." Wen Xingze said.

Fang Ruxue: "Why do you say that?"

Wen Xingze glanced at the production team and said, "If No. 5 can guess it, the director can definitely guess it too. If Jean is really a traitor, and I didn't use the Mermaid Song in time today, Jean would be out. Then this show will only be recorded for one day? It doesn't make sense."

Moreover, the production team is so mean-spirited that they probably plan to continue persecuting No. 5. After Jean is eliminated, they will tell No. 5 that there is someone else who is the traitor, and let everyone keep working hard.

Program team: “…” An irrefutable reason.

"No one told me I was a traitor," Jean shrugged, "I don't know if I am."

Wen Xingze: "You are a traitor to the proletariat."

Zhu Bo: “I second the motion.”

Fang Ruxue: "Goose, goose, goose, goose!"

jean: “…………”

"Because I used the Mermaid Song, I've been exposed now," Wen Xingze sighed, "I'll definitely be voted out tomorrow night. Come on, everyone."

He felt that one of the four people in the Siren camp must be a traitor, but he only knew that he was not. Jean, Zhu Bo, Fang Ruxue... Wen Xingze didn't expect that he could only survive for two days. He would make one last effort tomorrow.

That night, Wen Xingze lay in bed.

"What exactly does Teacher Chi want to say?" Wen Xingze tried to recall Chi Yan's lip movements. "I don't understand you. Do I want to beat you up? Do I want you to pay me back?"

Seeing the baby's unresponsive reaction, the worried parents finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I even feel a little sorry for the monarch of a neighboring country...

[Ya Ya Aster: tears]

User 1826756: I feel sorry for someone. Tears welling up in my eyes. Hahahahaha.

[Bizhuixia: Ten people are crying, nine are laughing, and one is laughing wildly]

[Marry His Majesty Squad: The kid is still young, what's the point of dating?! Seriously, although I don't hate Chi Yan, the kid is too young ahh ...

[ausduft: That whistle sound was truly bizarre. Did anyone of you do that? I seriously doubt it.]

“…”

Mechanical Star E19.

This is the most technologically advanced place in the universe, and traces of every stage of mechanical civilization from ancient times to the present can be found within the city-state. The entire city resembles a sophisticated and gigantic instrument, with a central tree spewing steam and a green train riding a star track through the center of the city.

Some PN-4 killing robots remained dormant within their energy chambers, their irises and breathing lights flickering regularly. Others had already left their chambers and were now sitting in front of numerous screens, intently observing the images.

These robots, whose numbers begin with A01, are the first batch of PN-4 killing robots produced. They are terrifying killing gods on the battlefield.

But that was hundreds of years ago.

Hundreds of years ago, they were thrown into space by their former owners as space junk because of their outdated programs and damaged exteriors.

Until thirty years ago, they were picked up in a scrap recycling station by the young king of the Muse Empire, who replaced the damaged parts and renamed them.

When they were first created, the core command of the killing robots was to "destroy all living things in sight."

More than 20 years ago, they spontaneously reprogrammed the core instructions to:

'Protect the King at all costs.'

Protect the king from all events that may have a negative impact on him, including war, disasters, illness, accidents, and of course - premature love.

According to statistics, premature love is a very high-risk behavior. There are many films and literary works on the distant Earth that have described this. Robots who have read these works in detail and carefully have expressed great panic about this.

Premature love has a mortality rate of 0.04%, which is a huge number.

"Wang, you're still young," the robots clumsily repeated fragments of words. "Puppy love is not allowed. It's dangerous."

“…”

By the way.

According to the robots' definition of age, falling in love under the age of 200 is considered "premature love."