Milje touched his head. This was the second time the big boss had touched his hair.
Do you guys really like rua other people's heads so much?!
Jing Xia was laughing as she watched the interaction between Miljie and Feng Zhuo.
Blessing of the Phoenix, it seems Feng Zhuo also likes Miljie very much.
"alright"
At this time, August, who was sitting next to the workbench, suddenly spoke.
The little ones here all turned their heads and looked at him.
What's good?
August grinned at Herbert, who looked delighted. "The mecha button is fixed."
Herbert: “Thank you.”
August twisted his wrist, which had been in the same position for a long time. "Don't worry, we need to find a way to get the mecha out of here."
This requires a spiritual force that resonates with those of Herbert's two brothers.
"Shall I test yours first?"
August took out a small cube-like instrument and prepared to test whether Herbert's mental power could open the mecha button.
Herbert looked hopeful as he carefully followed August to test the similarity between his mental power and that of the mecha button.
After getting a negative answer, he looked disappointed.
At this moment, a strong airflow blew through their hair, and a large bird with colorful feathers flew onto the workbench, tilted its head, and blinked its glassy eyes.
August and Herbert didn't dare to move, because they had seen this ancestor cut a starship in half with just one wing.
When Yi Rui saw Feng Zhuo leave, she immediately snuggled into Jing Xia's arms, grabbed Jing Xia's hand with her little black claws, and put Jing Xia's hand on her waist.
He wants to have it all to himself!
Jingxia and Miljie also followed Fengzhuo and came over together.
They all leaned over to look at the workbench on the table.
"What's wrong?"
August pinched his nose and said helplessly: "Herbert and his brother's mental power are not in resonance."
In this case, if they want to open the mecha button, they have to apply for an instrument to regulate the fluctuations of mental power.
"Let me try, okay?"
The large blue-green bird opened its beak, and a young boy's voice came out from it.
As Qingfeng, he is not only sensitive to other people's emotions, but also very good at soul fluctuations.
In his eyes, there was a small piece of soul fragment attached to each of the two mecha buttons.
Herbert: "Yes, if you can open it, thank you very much."
This wasn't a desperate move; he had seen Jing Xia's abilities, as well as the Insect King Yirui. This man was familiar with both General Di Xiu and Jing Xia, and for some reason, he inexplicably trusted them.
Feng Zhuo nodded, spread his wings, and slowly flew up.
Seeing this, Jing Xia pulled the people around him back a few steps to leave enough space for Feng Zhuo.
A flash of light passed by, and the young man with blue-green hair appeared again, but this time he had a pair of wings behind him, which were spread out and covered half of the workbench.
Feng Zhuo rolled his glassy eyes, and the playful expression he had before disappeared. He looked serious, and his eyes were burning as he looked at the mecha button lying quietly on the table.
Interestingly, it was the first time he saw wisps of soul fragments.
Mecha Button: ...
If they had a physiological reaction, cold sweat might have appeared on their foreheads by this time.
The other party's expression looked as if he wanted to dissect them to perform some soul experiment.
Feng Zhuo slowly raised his hand, and the shadow of his palm gradually covered the mecha button.
Seeing that he seemed to have automatically slowed down his movements ten times, Jing Xia hugged Yi Rui and rolled her eyes secretly.
This guy has started again, pretending to be cool again.
Jing Xia complained silently in his heart, but the corners of his mouth gradually curled up slightly.
Feng Zhuo blinked at Jing Xia, and the blue and green spiritual power in his hand surged towards the two mecha buttons.
Impacted by the surging spiritual power, the two mecha buttons shook violently, and the soul fragments inside were activated, autonomously activating the mecha buttons.
Feng Zhuo grabbed the mecha button with both hands, held it in his palms, flapped his wings and flew to the sky above the center of the mecha room.
The timing is just right.
Two flashes of light passed by, and two silver-white mechas appeared in the mecha room.
The two mechas look similar, but if you look closely you can still tell the differences between them.
Perhaps reflecting the owner's personality, one model was painted in a simple silver-white paint scheme, devoid of any other decorations, a look of pure coolness. The other, on the other hand, had pale gold lines hidden within its silver-white base, its simplicity revealing a hint of its owner's rebelliousness.
The silvery white of the two mechas only served to accentuate the bloodstains and scars plastered across them. The simplest mecha had a cracked chest, revealing its complex internal wiring. The other mecha's entire right arm had been severed at the root, long gone, as if it had been dragged, and the paint on its back had been scuffed.
Herbert stared blankly at the two mechas that symbolized the cruelty of that battle, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.
Of these two, the pure silver-white one is the silver feather of the eldest brother Elijah, and the one with light gold patterns is the white down of the second brother Rocas.
"Ahem"
Feng Zhuo had returned to the ground, folded his wings, and patted Herbert on the shoulder.
"Why are you crying? Their owners are your two brothers, right?"
He didn't mean to see the soul image left behind. Feng Zhuo touched the tip of his nose guiltily. He didn't expect that by using the spiritual power resonance of the remaining mental power, he would see the last scene experienced by the owner of the mental power.
He was also somewhat shocked by the two tall figures' spirit of not fearing sacrifice.
"Yes"
August stood nearby and answered for Herbert, who was still in a trance.
Well, he couldn't understand why the child was crying so sadly, and the air was filled with bitterness.
Feng Zhuo touched the tip of his nose. The last time he smelled this scent was on A Jue.
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