If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chuyi raised his eyebrows, seeming a little surprised at Gu Yongnian's contradictory words.

But he did not ask any further questions, but waited quietly for Gu Yongnian to explain.

Gu Yongnian didn't think much about it and spoke with a serious and doting expression.

"My love for you is as eternal as time and will never fade away."

"My heartbeat was as steady as a normal person's."

"But it only beats for you."

"My heart doesn't beat for itself."

The meaning of his existence changed from the Federation to "Achu".

From self to "he".

To others, this may seem like a process of losing oneself, but to him, this process is fascinating and he is willing to do it.

His life has always been smooth and peaceful.

It was a glorious life whose end you could see at a glance, but that was all it was.

It is brilliant, but not exciting or thrilling.

It was full of control and was held firmly in his palm, without the slightest mistake.

But because of Achu's existence, there are more waves and ups and downs, more confusion and excitement of not being able to see the future.

To some extent, Gu Yongnian has a strong gambler nature.

He loves control, but deep down he prefers risk.

It’s just because of his strong strength that those risks that seem huge to others become controllable things for him.

But Song Chuyi was the exception in his life.

Gu Yongnian is very clear about this. He is partial to it and crazy about it.

Song Chuyi let out a light sigh when he heard what Gu Yongnian said.

"You know yourself very well."

No one can clearly explain what love is. It seems to be an instinct that humans are born with.

It cannot be described in words, and even has different expressions for each person.

Even humans who invented the word "love" cannot clearly explain what love is.

Gu Yongnian was very clear about it.

Song Chuyi yawned lazily, turned his head away, and his ears seemed a little red.

"It will be morning soon."

"You are so smart, why don't you contact the people in the First Legion?"

"Don't let them start a war when they see the Mechanical Clan's ships."

Although the interstellar alliance is peaceful today, it is only on the surface.

There will be no open war between the four major forces, but there will definitely be a lot of small-scale frictions.

On an abandoned planet like this, it is extremely normal for conflicts to break out between the two parties and cause damage.

After all, whether it is the federal humans or the mechanical race, everyone's emotions are not very stable.

We are all like a time bomb that will explode if we are not careful.

Gu Yongnian responded "OK" and started tinkering with his computer.

When Song Chuyi saw him working seriously, he looked up at the motionless ship, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

A breeze blew by, and it seemed as if something had lost its trace.

On the ship, the mechanical people gathered together.

They were all silent, with an indescribable sadness surrounding them.

The skin on someone's face was broken, revealing the aging and hideous lines inside.

He raised his hand and touched it, and seemed to think it was ugly, so he covered his face with one hand and muttered softly:

"So ugly."

"It's not ugly." A clear voice suddenly sounded, like thunder out of the blue, causing a shocking sensation on the silent ship.

The mechanical tribes looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that the person who was supposed to be on the lawn two meters away from them had come here without anyone noticing.

They were so close, so close that they could both see themselves in his extremely beautiful eyes.

They have no concept of "beauty", but the hot core reminds them.

The young man in front of me is extremely handsome.

But at this moment, they looked so ugly and incomplete in those beautiful eyes.

They retreated unconsciously, and some even hid behind their own tribesmen, trying to conceal their presence.

Although they are cold-minded mechanical people, they are hiding like frightened children.

Song Chuyi stood not far away, repeating what he had just said.

"Not ugly."

He took a step forward and walked towards the mechanical creature closest to him, who had just muttered that he was ugly.

After approaching, Song Chuyi's eyes fell on his cracked facial skin, the circuits inside were already very old.

Because they have not been put into dormant state for maintenance for a long time, these important lines that originally supported the mechanical family have shown signs of fatigue due to high-load operation.

Just like the white bones beneath human skin, these lines are now exposed nakedly in the air.

The mechanical creature who was stared at by Song Chuyi stiffened his body and tried hard to cover his face.

But he couldn't lift his hands.

When Song Chuyi approached, he seemed to have lost the strength to move his body.

Something warm liquid was flowing in his eyes, and hot tears appeared in the eyes of the mechanical race, which should have been cold.

It was scorching hot, like a volcano on the verge of erupting, giving its final cry of pain.

Song Chuyi raised his hand, and his pink fingertips slowly turned into dark brown branches in full view of everyone.

It is very smooth, yet it forms a sharp contrast with the white fingers next to it.

In contrast, the dark brown branches are certainly not beautiful.

At this time, Song Chuyi also said: "Is my original form not very good looking?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mechanical people spoke almost at the same time.

"No!"

"nice!"

They all said in unison, deafening.

Song Chuyi withdrew his hand and spoke with a smile.

"I think you guys are pretty, too."

"These……"

He pointed to the old lines with a gentle look.

"They are as much a part of you as my many branches."

"We are all the same."

A group of mechanical people listened to Song Chuyi's words in a daze.

They seemed unaware that Song Chuyi was comforting them. Being rational, they did not have such an emotional concept as "comfort".

But they heard it: We are all the same.

He said they were just like him.

Just this one sentence is enough to soothe all the inferiority in the hearts of the mechanical people.

Even though data analysis told them that they were different from him.

They are the mechanical race, he is the sacred tree, they are completely different.

But the beating simulated heart seemed to be saying: Look, in his heart, they are the same.

This would be enough to make them stand out from behind their companions, enough to make them put down their covering hands and face them in their true appearance.

Seeing that everyone was relaxed, Song Chuyi took the initiative to invite, "Do you want to go down and play?"

After a pause, he seemed to have thought of something and coughed lightly.

"Do you know Gu Yongnian?"

The mechanical people nodded one after another.

Song Chuyi smiled gently, "He became a little irritable after waking up, so don't pay attention to what he said."

Who knows what that jealous demon will say.