Chapter 110 Moth

In the business district near the Capital Star's public starport, the colorful-haired brothers find everything new and interesting.

Several people had just re-entered various types of physical biological information with Mu Baixing, applied for central star field household registration, opened a general bank account, and filled it with the additional activity funds issued by Mu Baixing.

The group was currently exploring a luxurious gaming area located in the center of the business district, ten stories high and almost as big as a small starport.

Today is a weekday and there are not many people in the game area. Seeing that Mu Baixing did not stop them, the colorful-haired guys just had fun and soon disappeared.

Mu Baixing wasn't interested in any of this. He leaned against the wall at the entrance to the gaming area. Several screens surrounded him. On one screen was the video feed from Zhao Ying's body monitor. On another screen was the heated online discussion about LUCE's post. On another screen was his own account balance and the size of his planned new exploration team in the central star region. Finally, he was looking through a guide to raising birds and star beasts and a list of must-buy items.

Mu Baixing just took his eyes off the Star Network and started checking the items on the list.

Cui Xiaoduo sat on a bench several steps away from Mu Baixing, turning on the light screen and seemingly reading the information and taking notes carefully, but in fact he was sending messages to the doctor of the Mu family.

The doctor asked him to arrange a party to introduce Mingyu and Mu Baixing to Qi Wei, the deputy commander of the Second Corps and the elder who watched him and Mu Lian grow up. After asking Mingyu and Mu Baixing, Cui Xiaoduo invited everyone to have dinner together tonight.

Although the mystery can be solved after they meet, Cui Xiaoduo still wants to know now how Mu Baixing is related to Qi Wei.

However, the doctor of the Mu family was vague and refused to reveal anything. No matter how Cui Xiaoduo asked, he refused to speak up in advance.

He could only turn off the screen and, curiously, secretly glance at Mu Baixing out of the corner of his eye.

Without Mingyu, the driver had a cold expression and an icy aura, making anyone afraid to approach him. His left hand tapped the screen, his right in his coat pocket, which was bulging with a small, furry head poking out.

This little head is totally incompatible with Mu Baixing's cold and sharp aura.

It looked like an ordinary pet bird, its tiny body squeezing around in his pocket, quite active. Mu Baixing held it close, and to prevent it from escaping, he would occasionally form a small golden ball of spiritual power from his fingertips and feed it to the young bird.

Cui Xiaoduo couldn't believe that this little bird was hatched from a firebird egg. When Mingyu first told him, Cui Xiaoduo thought he was joking!

Although he always felt that this little bird was not of the same species as the flamingo, this did not prevent Cui Xiaoduo from thinking the bird was cute and he took more than a dozen photos of it.

Cui Xiaoduo looked at the bird while sizing up Mu Baixing. When he was about to ask if he could touch it, he saw Mu Baixing's brows suddenly twitch.

A new light screen unfolded before him, covering the bird toy and bird stand that had originally been displayed. He reached for his wireless headphones, a glint of something strange in his dark, blue eyes. His once somewhat unfocused gaze became more focused, fixed on the newly displayed light screen.

That was the chip Mingyu found from the body of the black tide worm queen, and the deciphering was completed.

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At exactly five o'clock in the afternoon, the bell rang, and the lights in the Ming family banquet hall dimmed and went out under human control, and were replaced by a more dazzling and eye-catching light show.

Gorgeous bright red virtual special effects slid across the sky above the banquet hall and merged into the Ming family's flaming flower emblem above the banquet hall.

The passionate emblem burns and blooms, symbolizing the prosperity and glory of the Ming family.

The guests' eyes were all focused on the changing light and shadow. Amid the flowing music, Mingyu suddenly heard a strange sound.

He tilted his head in confusion.

It was a faint vibration sound, like the special percussion music in the musical arrangement, or like the flapping of wings of a tiny flying insect passing by the ear.

Mingyu looked around.

He stood very close to the stage, not far away from Ming Zhuo, Ming Yan, and Albin. Their gazes followed the light of the flame flower emblem onto the stage, and they didn't notice any unusual movement.

The fiery crimson emblem descended, illuminating the center of the podium. Ming Zhilang and Zhao Ying appeared on the podium, pushing Ming Zhengen in a wheelchair, and stood in the light shining from above.

With them as the center, specially colored ambient lights light up again along the intricate patterns on the ceiling.

Mingyu's attention was drawn back to the podium.

Ming Zhilang and Zhao Ying were both dressed in their finest attire, smiling. Ming Zhengen was also dressed in a suit. The elderly man sat in a wheelchair, his face stern, his eyes fixed on the guests in the banquet hall.

"Welcome to the Ming Family Manor." Ming Zhilang said loudly with a smile on his face on the stage, "We are gathered here today to celebrate the birthday of a very special person! My beloved father!"

There was applause from the audience.

Mingyu looked at Ming Zhengen's face.

Although he had only heard about his grandfather's recent situation from his parents in the past ten years and had never had the opportunity to meet him, at most he had seen his silhouette from afar in the small building in the backyard...

Ming Zhengen looked even older.

There are more wrinkles and age spots on his face, his gray hair is thinner, his cheeks are sunken, his eyes are more cloudy, his body is a little thinner, his legs and feet are not convenient, and he can only sit in a smart wheelchair.

Although he is basically the same as before, an old man who doesn't like to smile, likes to have a stern face and is very serious.

But such seriousness has been whitewashed by time, and as Ming Zhengen has aged, it has become tainted with a dull and decadent atmosphere.

Everyone will age, but at this moment, Mingyu still felt a little sad.

Ming Zhengen's eyes were the same black as Mingyu's. At that moment, the old man's eyes were devoid of any energy or spirit. They were like two roughened, low-quality glass beads, slowly turning and meeting Mingyu's gaze.

"Grandpa." Mingyu blinked to clear the negative emotions in his heart. He smiled and silently greeted him with his lips.

The lights in the banquet hall were dim and the old man's eyesight was poor. Mingyu thought that the other party could not see his movements clearly, but the next second, Ming Zhengen's mouth corners twitched.

Rather than silently speaking words, the movements were more like the repetitive twitching of an elderly person unable to control their muscles. Mingyu tried hard to decipher them, but could not read any information from them.

"My father was once an outstanding federal congressman. His expertise and experience are admirable. He made outstanding contributions to the development of the Central Star Region. His decisiveness and courage have always been my role models in life."

"At home, he is a kind old man who always maintains his love for life..."

Ming Zhilang spoke eloquently on the stage, and the old man in the wheelchair looked away from Ming Yu. He seemed to have given up the silent communication with Ming Yu and turned his gaze to Ming Zhengen, while raising his arm with some effort.

His raised hand trembled slightly.

Ming Zhilang didn't notice his movements and continued his speech passionately, "Today's birthday means a lot to my father! It's an important milestone in his life! I'm also very grateful that God has given us more opportunities to accompany him..."

Ming Zhengen raised his palm again.

"Zhilang." Zhao Ying noticed the old man's movements and called out softly. Ming Zhilang stopped talking and turned his head to look at his father.

The old man's cloudy eyes turned to look at Ming Zhilang, and he raised his arm to make a small dismissive gesture. The gesture was directed at Ming Yu, as if he was chasing away a fly that had landed on the food.

"Go." He whispered, "Go, go, he's going."

Ming Zhengen turned his gaze to Mingyu and waved his hand more vigorously, his movements becoming increasingly irritable and sloppy. Then he turned his head and his gaze fell on Mingyan again.

The old man paused in his trembling movements.

"Xiao Yan." Ming Zhengen raised the corner of his mouth, changed the direction of his gesture, and gestured inside.

His smile was cold, and his words were much clearer than before. He said, "Xiao Yan, Xiao Zhuo, come, come."

It was like an old man who hadn't seen his grandchildren for a long time and wanted them to come closer so he could take a closer look at his younger generation.

All the guests' eyes were focused on Mingyu, looking back and forth at Mingyu, Mingyan and Mingzhuo.

No one spoke, but most people had similar emotions in their eyes when they looked at Mingyu.

A mixture of surprise, astonishment, a little contempt, and a little pity.

Ming Zhengen seems to dislike Mingyu.

Ming Zhilang also waved to the audience. He glanced at Ming Yu, and with a somewhat fair and fraternal air, he said, "Xiao Yan, Xiao Yu, and Xiao Zhuo, come here."

Ming Zhengen immediately frowned.

"Xiao Yu, go." The corners of his mouth twitched, and his whole body trembled, as if he was trying his best to suppress his disgust. He said vaguely, "Let him go."

Mingyan cast a subtle, mocking glance at Mingyu and took the lead in heading toward the stage. Mingyu paid no attention to Mingyan's expression and only looked at Mingzhengen.

The old man's expression twisted, and he shifted in his wheelchair. Without looking at Ming Yu, he took Ming Zhilang's arm, straightened up, and sighed, "Zhilang..."

Ming Zhengen seemed to be about to say something, but stopped.

Mingyan and Mingzhuo have already stepped onto the stage.

"Come here, everyone." Ming Zhengen rolled his eyes and said, "Let grandpa take a good look at you. Grandpa misses you..."

Akihiko walked forward, a smile already on his face, his eyes cold.

When he was very young, his parents asked him to please his grandfather. However, his grandfather was not very close to him. The old man would take Mingyu to his small courtyard to take care of him personally, but he often kept himself out.

One night when he was seven or eight, he was too frightened by thunder to sleep to go to his father's study. He overheard his father arguing with his grandfather. He couldn't hear much else, but at least he heard the old man cursing at his father, his mother, and even himself...

Later, the furious father simply locked grandpa in the backyard.

Mingyan hadn't seen him for nearly ten years. He occasionally heard his father complain that the old man was partial to Mingyu. He didn't know why he left Mingyu out today and only asked himself and his younger brother to come up.

Maybe he finally realized that Mingyu was a useless waste?

Mingyan didn't know why his grandfather suddenly came to his senses.

But anyway, this was the first good thing that happened to him this month.

Ming Yan exhaled lightly, stood on the old man's platform, and looked into Ming Zhengen's cloudy eyes.

He bent down as Ming Zhengen requested, and then clearly saw his own reflection in the two rough, matte black glass balls... and a darker black.

It was as if a dark cloud passed by in the sky, suddenly blocking Mingyan's reflection.

It was like a drop of thick ink falling into water, drowning the scene in the old man's eyes and quickly spreading outwards...

Mingyan suddenly felt something strange in his heart.

He paused subconsciously, but Ming Zhuo, who was walking with him, was completely unaware. To show his good attitude, Ming Zhuo took the old man's other hand and called out, "Grandpa?"

"Mingyu." Elbin shifted his gaze from Mingyan to Mingyu. He took a step forward and lowered his voice, "I have something to tell you."

His voice was too low for Mingyu to hear. The young man tilted his head slightly, a hint of wariness hidden deep in his eyes, and did not respond.

"We're going out..."

"Don't……!"

Albin's whispers and Akihiko's sharp cries from the stage mixed together.

At this moment, something strange happened suddenly.

In front of Ming Yan, the black dot in Ming Zhengen's pupil rapidly expanded, and then, like a moth emerging from its cocoon... it burst through the old man's eyeball! It suddenly flew out!