——"You are indeed in the sigh of the "Lighthouse". He is very worried about you because you were so young when he led the Fuzhis to leave the "Lighthouse".
The unexpected answer made Dawn Cicada lose all his expression in an instant.
Touched or ironic? Surprised or guilty? Calm or relieved? None. None at all.
After hearing this answer, Fuxiao Xianchan put on a false mask. She was too stingy to let outsiders see even the slightest emotion. She nodded to Zaijiu Xunge and thanked him: "I owe you a favor. When Fuxiao tramples over Zaijiu, I will repay you."
Yu Xunge almost couldn't breathe, and couldn't hold back the coldness on his face.
Someone who deserves to be poisoned and silenced more than the little seahorse has appeared!
Even an elf like Zhuri, whose emotional intelligence has always been below the minimum standard for use, cast a puzzled look at Fuxiao Xianchan because of this answer.
When Yu Xunge glanced at the back of Dawn and Chan as they left, and saw no new signs of love in him, she felt relieved.
Yu Xunge waited for a while, but no one asked Tan Xixi whether he had someone of his own.
She is willing to give some simple answers to such questions for free.
But information that can develop an entire race, such as the recipe for the Tianxie Undersea Restaurant, the recipe for the Fire Color Tribe's jewelry, the secret method of changing the properties or color of branches, etc., needs to be exchanged for something. After all, she and the World Sigh are just a trading relationship.
She gave Zhuri and Huangjin a soothing smile, and after making sure they had nothing to say to her, she hung up the phone.
The boat stopped, and she was about to sigh into a new world.
The jar shaped like soul fire was already half lit.
There are still 30 days until the end of the game.
…
The reason why it is called "no light" is not because this world is really so dark and without any light.
But it is because of us—the candles of life here—the flames at the ends of our hair are pitch black...
Seven candles, each one pitch black.
In theory, the stronger we are, the closer the candle flame will be to white, and the brighter it will be.
This theory is indeed correct...
But most of the barbarians are ordinary barbarians. Every time ordinary barbarians like us get together to play, it’s already dark!
And speaking of which, there is a second half to that theory: Legend has it that when the candle flame at the end of the hair turns into a white flame, the color of the fireworks will change from white to black. In short, it seems that Zhu Man is at odds with the black candle flame.
Of course, the above are my own conclusions as to why my world is called this name.
My elders said that the reason why "Wu Guang" is called "Wu Guang" is because every time we die, our candle will be extinguished, and our world cherishes every candle it has, so this name is used to commemorate every candle that has passed away.
Well, this topic is too serious. Since then, I rarely make such jokes.
When life is dark, the last thing you need may be a lamp.
Because in our world, all living things, including the Candle Man body, will glow.
Insects crawling slowly on the treetops, birds, butterflies, and cicadas flying in the sky, fish, shrimp, crabs, and shellfish swimming in the rivers, lakes, and seas...
Everyone's light is as low-key as the candlelight at the end of Zhu Man's hair. What I mean is, it is beautiful, soft and not harmful to the eyes.
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