Thank you for the invitation. I am in Terra, just under the stars.

Shining looked along and saw several empty cans piled together.

"I found it in the place behind you. It's not expired. I just couldn't find a few that were intact."

behind me?

Shining felt something was wrong. He turned his back and saw that not far away, a huge outline was drawn in the shadow of the night. After the pupils focused, the blurred outline gradually became clear. It was the ruins of a factory.

The reason why it is called a ruins is because most of the factory collapsed, and countless huge source stones grew out of the sand, penetrating through the architectural remains like a jungle of spikes.

The Shining fell silent.

She knew that this was the location of the mine that was destroyed by a natural disaster, and that the source stone content in the air still exceeded the standard.

In other words, those who breathe near here will be infected, and their lives will be greatly shortened, and their bodies will become increasingly weakened by the erosion of the Origin Stone.

The Shining does not discriminate against infected people and is even willing to help them, but this does not mean that she would want to become an infected person.

As an excellent healer, she used magic to examine her body with a gentle light, but found no signs of infection.

Thoughtfully, she turned back to look at Zhou Cheng, who had already picked up the bean soup with a spoon and drank it while blowing it, and said in a narrative tone:

“The source stone here is very polluted, so you have to wear chemical protective clothing like a bucket.

"But, I'm not infected."

"Huh--, it's a trivial little spell. As long as you don't stay too far away from me, you'll be fine."

Zhou Cheng, who was cooling the soup, replied.

In fact, the unprotected Shining was infected when he got close, but because he had just been infected, he easily eradicated the contamination without leaving any traces.

After all, it was him who caused it... It's better not to tell her.

Then use psychic energy to crochet the gauze to filter the Originium particles in the air.

He doesn't really like to use psychic energy. It is too omnipotent. If he relies too much on it, he will become a useless person who will even lose his hands and feet.But I won’t resist when I need it, I’ll just use it.

"About, how far?"

"...Three meters."

Zhou Cheng spent two seconds compiling a number that should be considered reasonable.

Actually, who knows?

Shining wrote down this number, gathered up his clothes and sat next to Zhou Cheng.

Wearing a black robe, you can't appreciate her figure, but her face is pretty enough, especially the white hair and the horns that extend outward.

Her calm eyes and indifferent expression seemed to have a unique flavor against her dignified and beautiful appearance.

Perhaps it can be called the beauty of silence.

Quiet and peaceful, people can't help but relax.Although she is wearing a rough black robe, she is so delicate.

It was dyed with warmth under the firelight, everything was so harmonious, and even the calmness was endowed with charm. It was simply a perfect art.

"...?"

There was obviously no change in expression, but Zhou Cheng felt he saw doubt in Shining's eyes.

Was I in a daze just now?

Zhou Cheng thought about it and found that it didn't seem possible. He wouldn't express emotions he didn't want to express.I used to be a person who competed in the Galaxy, and managing my emotions was a basic skill.

That's sight, right? Is it so sharp?

Without covering up, he showed a smile that was warmed by the firelight and praised generously:

"I am appreciating beauty. Your beauty is incomparable to what I have seen on this land. Especially when you smile, I think that smile will never fade in my memory."

"Thank you." Shining nodded gently.

He seemed to have complied calmly?

No, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, but the arc was too small to be noticed.

If you don’t know what to say, you might as well compliment the other person.

Zhou Cheng inexplicably felt that the relationship between the two was much closer.

Maybe it's an illusion, after all, The Shining seems to be very difficult to conquer.

The so-called illusion of life is exactly like this. If someone is a little kinder, she will think that she is interested in you. This is not good.

In his thoughts, he handed the pot and spoon to Shining and said casually:

"Here, this is the only tableware. Just make do with it. Be careful not to burn your mouth."

This is the truth. After Zhou Cheng discovered the factory, he went in and searched. The only usable tableware he found was an iron pot and a spoon.

He was originally looking for an oasis, but when he saw such a large factory ruins in the desert, he couldn't help but go in and pick up garbage. It was really because he had been exposed to too much radiation.

Fortunately, there was still pure water in it, but not much. After boiling a pot of boiled water and a pot of soup, there was nothing left.

Shining took the pot and spoon, lowered his eyes slightly, his calmness became more gentle, and he said calmly:

"It's okay, I should thank you.

"There are very few people in Kazdale who are willing to give food to strangers. Cheng, that's very special."

Her voice is gentle and gentle, with little ups and downs, but it contains enthusiasm. It is hope and love for life, which is obviously different from the ordinary San Wu.

Her emotions are gentle but strong, and are her longing and yearning for beauty.

Zhou Cheng felt that he was having a vision, and seemed to see [Favorability +5] above Shining's head.

PS: In my opinion, Shining and Linguang are different. Although Shining yearns for light, she is not the one who leads the way.She is a follower who is attracted by the beauty of the princes and their daughters.

PS2: Also, according to the files of the Apostle group, I set the Nightingale to be in the hands of Tracys or the Absolver, and the Shining was also one of the people who used her, so I said, 'Maybe you will hate me at some point.'

PS3: I haven’t read Chapter 10 yet, I’ve been putting it off, so it shouldn’t have much impact...

6. Cheng, I want to know you better

The Shining's eyes are beautifully shaped.

It's the kind with all this charming beauty.But when he met her gaze, his original impulse calmed down and he was immersed in those deep eyes.

Even the dancing firelight was contained inside, and it looked like the pupils turned red.

The Shining, gentle and dignified, beautiful and solemn, does not behave like an aristocrat, but is more decent than anyone else, like a mother who is not good at words, watching silently from the side.

If she were shorter, Zhou Cheng would probably say something like, "This is the woman who can be my mother."

OxO

Zhou Cheng held his chin in his hand, looking into Shining's eyes and thinking about other women.Shining had nothing to be shy about. Being watched so eagerly by a boy who looked younger than her was a great comfort to her heart that was tired from work.

The most important thing is that Cheng is her type.

Acheng... I really want to hold him... Shining, who was calm on the surface, muttered in her heart. She felt that this child would feel great when she held it.

Although the two had just met and were far from talking about marriage, she felt that she would never meet a more suitable boy than him, and she couldn't help but feel a little restless.

Just say that in Kazdare, all the men are rough and rough. The refreshing feeling she likes does not exist at all. I am afraid that there will not be another Agor here.

After initial contact, we got along very well, and we were even willing to help strangers in a place like Kazdale. I guess my outlook on the place won’t be too different, right?

Shining secretly made up her mind. She decided to learn more about him and then take the initiative to pursue him.

After all, we are already this age...

The Shining is quite concerned about her age. Although she can't tell it usually, late at night, she occasionally feels anxious about getting older.

Her eyes moved away from the handsome and fresh face of the black-haired young man and turned to the bean soup with floating meat foam. Then she swallowed with very small movements, as if she was greedy.

He scooped up a spoonful of bean soup and blew it absentmindedly for a while before putting it into his mouth.

The taste is really not that great, just a little better than clear soup with less water. It is the kind of soup that some school canteens add vegetable leaves and salt to boiled water, just like shabu-shabu water.

To be honest, you might as well just eat the canned food with boiling water.

He just complained about "The Shining" in his mind and didn't care. He drank the soup leisurely.

Born in Kazdaele, a poor, backward and war-torn place, eating whatever you can get is a necessary survival skill. If you are too picky, you will not survive to adulthood.

There is not even a substantively unified government here, so naturally there are no welfare homes, rescue stations or other places that can provide a meal to the desperate people.

Even if large organizations promulgate relevant policies, where food comes from is still a big problem.There is no fertile land in Kazdaele, and the economy is at the tail end of the world. Many people starve to death every year, especially children.

The pot has been removed, and the fire next to it is still crackling.

In order to drink the soup more conveniently, Shining moved his position again and sat closer to Zhou Cheng.

There was a faint fragrance wafting from her body, which was especially obvious in this deserted place.

also,

Even more greedy.

Is it the smell of hormones?No, it seems not all... Zhou Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes falling on the collar of the white-haired elder sister beside him, trying to peek at the source of the fragrance from her vaguely visible neck.

"?"

Shining, who noticed the gaze, cast a doubtful gaze.

The soft lips, which were already illuminated by the firelight, now had an oily sheen, which made Zhou Cheng curious about what it would feel like to take a lick.

Also, with this innocent look on her face, why do I think I can trick her into going to bed... Zhou Cheng showed a decent smile to cover up his inner restlessness at this time.

That innocent innocence really wants to be tarnished and stained with a turbid color.

When Zhou Cheng started grabbing his knees and squeezing them, Shining pursed his lips. There was a little more subtlety in his calm expression. After a slight hesitation, he still asked:

"what's on your mind?"

The teeth are white, so they won't be seen... The smile becomes more and more decent, or formulaic, and Zhou Cheng, who doesn't seem to be panic at all, said "uprightly":

"Well, I was wondering, Shining, why you don't smell like sweat, but you still smell good.

"After all, you've been walking in the desert for so long, right?"

"..."

His straightforwardness silenced Shining, and there was a rare hint of embarrassment on his face.

Being asked this kind of question by a boy you like, it feels like there are ants crawling on you.

It took him a while to calm down, and he stared at Zhou Cheng with elusive eyes:

"...It's my Origin Stone skill."

"Well, I don't know much about Origin Stone skills. Is it so convenient?"

"No, just keep the body clean to a minimum...

"Do you care?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Zhou Cheng always felt that Shining's eyes were looking at him at this time.

Maybe it's just because her expression is too serious.

He kept smiling and calmly:

"I like it very much. The sweet and light fragrance is like violets. I think I will buy flowers like this in the future and let the floral fragrance accompany me to sleep."

This has been made clear,

Zhou Cheng has never liked to cover up, and he doesn't need to cover up at all, unless this behavior brings him fun.

The cheeks of the white-haired elder sister were dyed with a delicate blush, and it was difficult to tell whether the glow that moistened the skin was the flame or the shame.Even the eyes seemed to be soaked in it and became gentler.

If it were still more than ten years ago, such words might have been too explicit for her.But now, it's just right.

She is an old aunt, so she will only be happy when she hears this, not awkward.

Of course, I just think that, in fact, Shining is still relatively young, and her race has a long lifespan.But perhaps because of too much experience, she no longer regards herself as a young person.

"Um……"

The response was as soft as a mosquito's murmur, and the white-haired Sakaz girl lowered her head and drank the soup silently.

My thoughts inevitably drift away,

Cheng, if he said this, could he like me?

The Shining doesn't mind whether this kind of love is just a matter of lust for the body. If he doesn't even like the skin, where is the chance to understand the soul?