When Gadros was young, he asked GR09 why he added such an ugly mole under his eye. It looked stupid and did not match his temperament.
GR09 said that God loved the world, and God was also merciful. The mole could soften a person's temperament, and for Gadros, it might reduce some of his sharpness.
When GR09 was still alive, Gadros did not feel that there was anything wrong with the mole. It was not until GR09 died due to being too merciful that he chose to cover the mole.
Mercy was useless, and God could not save anyone.
Gadros opened his eyes and looked forward quietly.
The room was not big, and it was originally used temporarily. However, he did not expect that not long after the stars were revealed last night, Flail Awn was so tired that she fell asleep unconsciously. He had no choice but to lie down and rest for the night.
After a while, he finally regained some consciousness. His pupils slanted, and he lowered his eyelashes.
The person in his arms curled up into a small ball. Her face was buried in his natural hair, and her smooth forehead quietly pressed against his collarbone. Her breath was gentle, and her breath was warm and almost dreamy. A tuft of raised hair gently fell on the side of his ear, as if it had obediently fallen asleep with its owner.
The sky was bright.
He looked down at the fluffy head under his chin and slowly curved the corner of his mouth.
In the dust of the morning, the arrogance on the young man's face faded away, leaving only a touch of satisfaction.
"Flail Awn …"
He paused. Some words seemed to be very difficult to say. The emotions in his eyes changed a few times, and finally settled down. He tightened the hand holding her back, lowered his head, and kissed her small hair.
"Good morning."
Silence.
The air flowed slowly, and the dust rose and fell. The light was bright and dim. The fluffy ball in the man's arms gently arched, and finally, she could not hold back her laughter.
"Good morning, Gadros."
Rede was sipping on a glass of milk. Before he could ask if Gadros and Flail Awn were awake, he saw the door opposite him suddenly open. A blonde man wearing simple pajamas strode out with a dark face. He slammed the door with a bang as if there was an unknown monster behind him.
Rede gulped down the milk and asked Zuma in surprise, "Zuma, is that a Flail Awn?"
Looking at Gadros's unhappy face, why did he feel like some daring woman had sneaked into his bed in the middle of the night?
Montezuma said, "The milk is flowing out."
Rede looked down and saw that the cup was tilted. He quickly stabilized it, but he was still unwilling to give up. He intended to go in and check.
Before he could do anything, the door was pulled open for the second time. Jia Mang ran out with a head of messy white hair. His red face was covered with a smile that couldn't be concealed.
"Gadros, Gadros …" She followed the man who went out, and her voice was mixed with a hint of flattery. "I didn't mean to pretend to be asleep, really. I just woke up and didn't want to move. I really didn't mean to eavesdrop on you …"
Reid glanced at him, wanting to say something but hesitated.
Montezuma sighed and pushed him away. He was ready to do his work for the day.
The matter of the lucky sightseers was temporarily put aside. Flail Awn and Gadros had more important things to deal with. It was about Flail Awn's missing left eye.
"I accidentally fell asleep last night and forgot about it. Let's not talk about anything else first. I just want to know why the Sacred Space wants my eye. What does it have to do with … the person who's only left with ashes? "
Flail Awn touched her head. Seeing that the weather was good today, she simply sat on the steps in front of the door and looked up at Gadros who was standing in front of her with an unhappy face.
Ghostly Fox Tianchong's crystal didn't contain much information. The information she currently had wasn't enough for her to see through the deepest purpose of the Sacred Sky Star's experiment. She could only see through the images and words that her eyes were placed in a strange body, and that body's final ending wasn't good — becoming one? G's ashes were sent by Garderoth to the planet that the man had longed to visit in his lifetime.
Flail Awn did not understand what the Sacred Space wanted her eye for.
Thinking about the eye and the ashes, Gadros habitually reached out to touch the stars under his eyes. When he touched it, he realized that the sticker had been torn off last night. He was so angry in the morning that he forgot to put it back.
Flail Awn saw his little action and laughed unceremoniously. "Quick, sit down and bask in the sun. Get the color of your pentagram back to normal."
Gadros looked down at her from above. She immediately changed her words. "The weather is good today. Basking in the sun is good for your health."
Gadros twitched the corner of his mouth and sat down. The back of her head immediately rested on his arm.
"The weather is so good. It's just right for a heart-to-heart talk," she said. "Tell me honestly. Is my eye still alive?"
"It's dead." Gadros's words were concise and comprehensive, interrupting her daydream. "It turned into ashes and was sold."
"…"
Flail Awn was furious when she thought of what Gadros said before about her buried ashes being dug up and sold.
"That guy stole my money and didn't even let go of my ashes? This is too much! I want to kill him! "
"He sold it for three gold coins." Gadros continued to stab her.
She became even angrier. "Only three gold coins? I have more than three gold coins in my wallet! "
What a loss.
What a loss.
Her face was full of pain.
Perhaps the sun was too comfortable today. Gadros was a little sleepy from the sun. He adjusted his position slightly and was back to back with Flail Awn.
"Okay, ask whatever you want. You're too fake."
"…"
Flail Awn reached out and grabbed his scarf that was almost dragging on the ground. She wrapped it around her neck and raised the extra end to cover her eyes to block the sun.
"Are my eyes some kind of rare treasure?"
"No."
"Then why do you want my eye?"
"Because you're a rare red-eyed race among the residents of the battle planet."
Most of the residents of the battle planet had silver eyes. Red-eyed races were very rare. This was because the red-eyed race was more powerful and had better genes. Relatively, it was several times harder for them to reproduce.
If Gadros did not mention it, Flail Awn would have forgotten about it. Ever since she knew about cosmetic contact lenses, she did not care much about the color of her eyes.
Flail Awn hesitated for a moment. "Then, since you took someone else's precious eye, why didn't you cherish it? You even burned my eyes to ashes, and in the end, I don't know what kind of person they were sold to by a thief. "
Gadros was confused. "It's not my eye. Why should I cherish it?"
Flail Awn: "???" Kid, do you know what you just said? Do you not want to have a happy sex life in the future?
Sensing her undisguised resentment, Gadros reluctantly changed his words. "I didn't know that eye didn't belong to GR09."
“GR09？” She caught the main point. "The person who had my eye and was burned to ashes by you is called GR09?"
Gadros nodded.
"Only called GR09? No other name? "
"No." Cattarus twitched the corner of his mouth and mocked, "Messengers of God don't need names."
Flail Awn was stunned. "You people from the Sacred Space are so stupid. Messengers of God?"
Gadros was expressionless. "What does that have to do with me?"
Aren't you that so-called God?
Flail Awn held back her sarcasm and tried to be serious. "Okay, messengers of God sound cool. Then why would the cool messengers of God need my mortal eyes? Aren't you afraid of tarnishing your God's genes? "
Gadros wanted to shut Flail Awn's mouth. When he mocked people, he was even more ferocious than her Chuyun Cannon.
She covered her chest to show that she was scared. Then, he pulled her into his arms and wrapped half of her face with a scarf.
"Are you going to talk more?"
"Mmm …" Let's talk nicely. Let me go first.
Gaderos grunted, to show that he called it a day, for his good humour had been exhausted by her.
Rede, who accidentally leaned against the door and heard the whole conversation, put his hands behind his back and strolled into the kitchen. He talked to himself as he walked.
"Boss hasn't eaten well for the past few days. Let's make something delicious for Boss …"
Zuma followed closely behind and reminded him, "Don't blow up the kitchen with your cooking skills."
Rede said that it was impossible.
However, the result proved that it was impossible. The addition of the word "absolutely" was an obvious double negative sentence.
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