Chapter 28
Wen Yuxiao felt that he would be strangled to death by An Xiaoya in the next second.
I don't know where a sick person with a fever got so much strength, but since she handed the signature to the little omega in front of her, the other party took three seconds to confirm the authenticity, and even though his voice was hoarse, he let out a scream that was almost a roar.
She had been feeling rather gloomy, sitting at the table, sipping the porridge she'd only bought when she was sick. But then, seeing this signature, she not only recovered to full health, but also took a potion that increased her critical hit rate. How else could she explain how a hug from that person nearly made her vomit three liters of blood?
You kid, you want to hit my teammates, right?
"Benefactor, you are my benefactor." If An Xiaoya hadn't been afraid of catching a cold, she would have kissed Wen Yuxiao until her face was covered in saliva. She looked at her terrified roommate with the most affectionate eyes in her life, holding her hand, and said firmly: "Let's become sworn sisters. In the future, I will definitely have you at the mercy of my food. We don't ask to be born on the same day, but we ask to be buried together on the same day!"
Wen Yuxiao tried hard but couldn't pull his hand back. He could only complain speechlessly: "You're exaggerating, baby."
"That's not an exaggeration!" An Xiaoya let go of her and picked up the signature. "In my heart, you're no longer a human. You're a god who blesses the world, an angel sent down to earth with great kindness. I cultivated for thousands of years in my previous life, and it's only by this blessing that I met you, cough cough cough..."
Seeing the omega suddenly coughing heartbreakingly while talking, Wen Yuxiao quickly took the water cup placed beside him and handed it to him: "Stop talking, stop talking, drink some water."
"No!" An Xiaoya grabbed her wrist and forced herself to hold back a cough, acting as if she was swallowing blood. "I want to praise your great mercy. I want to erect a tombstone for you and place it by my bedside, burning incense every day. I, I want to write you into my family tree!"
"...Thank you, but it's really not necessary." Wen Yuxiao looked at his roommate who was going crazy helplessly, and waited quietly for a while. Finally, he reached his limit, and lay back on the bed holding his own signature and pretended to be dead.
In fact, she also thought about giving the peripherals to An Xiaoya, but she was satisfied with just an autograph and said that she was not worthy of this expensive peripheral that she had to dig in the fields and eat for half a year to afford. She asked Wen Yuxiao to keep it. If she wanted to sell it, she would also be responsible for asking in the fan group.
After hearing the current price of this peripheral, Wen Yuxiao was in awe, but the other party gave her the peripheral while filming a variety show, and the camera equipment recorded it. She got this gift in the name of a fan, and if she sold it, wouldn't it be a stab in the back?
Not only did she feel guilty about it, but she was also afraid of being cyberbullied, so she gave up the idea.
On the way back, Yingzi also asked him why he liked that star so much. Wen Yuxiao showed him the autograph and asked, "Do you know how much this thing can be sold for?"
The black-haired boy took the postcard, shook his head honestly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "So, Your Highness, you don't like him. You like the benefits he can bring to you."
...This child speaks too bluntly.
Wen Yuxiao was speechless after being stabbed in the heart by the other party's words. He coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment and told the other party firmly: "At least in my heart, money is the most important!"
The boy fell silent again, looking somewhat speechless at her money-worshiping remarks. In fact, he was just thinking about how much money he had. Then he realized that he had worked tirelessly for the priest for more than ten years without asking for any salary, and had been promised a refrigerator full of promises like "This is all for the Zerg, for Her Majesty the Queen". His current savings were zero.
Fortunately, there are special people to take care of food and accommodation, so we don’t have to sleep on the streets.
Her remarks seemed to have triggered a new round of silence. Wen Yuxiao felt that it was reasonable for people's impression of her to plummet, but she was a true egoist and had understood the saying "let go of the helping complex and respect the fate of others" very early on. Of course, she would help with small things within her ability, but she was not so enthusiastic. If all else failed, it would be best if he died at her doorstep because she loved to watch the fun.
After thinking for a while, she decided to reconcile with herself. Why bother thinking so much about whether it was useful or not? She might as well think about what to eat in the evening.
After all, people live to eat!
She reconciled, but the king insect who followed her did not reconcile. He kept thinking about getting his salary back one day. Since his mother liked money, he would give her all his money.
Meanwhile, at the Zerg main planet research institute, the priest, unaware that he was about to face a debt crisis, frowned as he looked at the report in his hand. His sharp eyes fell on a line of extremely conspicuous small print on the report: It has been confirmed that subject 001 contains the Queen's gene sample.
What follows is a bunch of densely packed professional terms, mixed with complex numbers, which are obscure and difficult to understand, giving people a headache just by reading them.
"What a coincidence," the scholar sitting across from him said. "You know, those people have been collecting blood samples from ordinary people, using the public welfare of free health checks. They've expanded not only to the original galaxy, but also to other galaxies."
"Among so many stars, I chose the planet where my mother is, and the charity happened to be aimed at the children in the orphanage."
He concluded: "It was a kind of inevitable luck."
"...and the only one who can do this," the priest continued, "is the gods."
The two looked at each other tacitly, and each had the answer in their hearts. Before the Queen's death, they tried everything but failed to save her. In despair, they were ready to drag the entire interstellar civilization down with them.
Just as they were about to strike, an unknown figure claiming to be the Creator God appeared out of thin air before them. He had no physical form, merely a mass of starlight. A woman's voice emanated from within the starlight: "I know you're anxious, but don't worry. She's not truly dead yet."
"Let's talk." The leading priest was the first to regain his composure and stood up. He had a gloomy look in his eyes and was covered in dust. The corners of his robe, no longer white, were stained with someone's blood. He was in a mess and exhausted, but he was holding the breathless girl tightly in his arms.
There was a bloodstain on the side of his cheek, and blood slowly flowed down his skin. The small feather-like tentacles on his forehead trembled, and the white-haired young man's once clear blue eyes had dimmed, but he still gazed at the starlight with hope.
"Okay," Starlight replied, "but you have to shut down the device that simulates a black hole first, otherwise it will be too dangerous."
"No." The priest shook his head and looked at the scholar beside him. The other party was holding the start button in his hand. After receiving the signal conveyed by him, he held the signal transmitter in his hand tighter.
"Alright, alright." Xingguang muttered, "Alas, it's all my fault. Anyway, you have other means besides this."
The female voice cleared her throat and said seriously, "Within fifteen days, I will bring your mother back intact. This is my promise to you as a god."
"If she doesn't come back after fifteen days, it won't be too late for you to blow up this universe."
The priest remained expressionless, unmoved by the other party's persuasion. He coldly and decisively rejected the proposal: "No, who knows if you're just stalling for time so you can find a way to deal with us? If our negotiations aren't concluded within half an hour, we'll activate the device anyway."
Xingguang was silent. She really wanted to ask, who is the God, you or I? You are oppressing me so much. If I wasn’t afraid of the situation being out of control, I wouldn’t bother to come out and negotiate the conditions. I would just watch the explosion of the universe as if it were fireworks.
But after thinking about what she had done, she felt that she had to continue the conversation, otherwise she would be locked up in a small dark room. She had already had this experience once before.
"So what do you want?" She had no choice but to swallow her anger.
"You said my mother is not dead, so you have to provide evidence." The priest was actually unsure. The origin of this group of starlight was a mystery, but he could feel an aura from the other party that was similar to that of his own queen. Besides, the barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. They have nothing left, and destroying together is the best outcome for them.
If they really can bring their mother back, they will keep trying until they succeed, no matter how small the possibility is.
"Hmm..." Xingguang flipped up and down twice, like a person scratching his head and thinking, "Well..."
It suddenly dispersed, then gathered together again, and finally made up its mind: "Only you, I will take you to a place to meet her."
The eyes of the other king insects were all focused on the priest, but he did not feel much pressure. After a few discussions in the consciousness network, everyone immediately came to a conclusion: let the priest go, and if he did not come back within an hour, the original plan would be implemented.
Xingguang could naturally eavesdrop on their conversation, marveling at the Zerg's cautiousness, a rare SSR indeed. She'd helped build this collective consciousness network, though she had no control over it. It was quite amusing to occasionally listen in on their meetings as an unnoticed extraneous member.
Except for the Zerg, all other civilizations in this universe were created by her personally. However, they were allowed to develop for hundreds of years without producing anything amazing. Otherwise, she would not have pulled her unawakened sister here, pretending to play games, but actually stealing her divine power to create some higher life forms.
Otherwise, with other civilizations fighting among themselves all the time and developing at a snail's pace, it would take her an unknown amount of time to get to the good stuff.
But who knew that this sister's ambition to unify the universe was also mixed with a bit of love, and was backstabbed by others, but it was also her fault for lying to others that she was playing a game, and she had no right to say how others wanted to play.
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