After picking up a system

Zhuo Ji forced himself to come back to his senses: "I'm sorry to disturb your sleep, but I think you won't want to miss such a view."

Ling Han raised his body and looked over: "Wow~~~~~~"

"What a nice view!"

Zhuo Ji's hand moved down from Ling Han's shoulder.

The light coming in from the window fell on her face, very charming.

Yi Yi, keep clapping.

"How do you like it?"

Ling Han nodded fiercely: "I like it!"

Zhuo Ji: "Did I do something to make you happy?"

Ling Han: "You are always doing things that make me happy." Because of your efforts, she is enjoying all the good things in life, and she is very happy enjoying all of this.

The spaceship was not slow, and even though the vortex was very wide, the scenery ultimately fell outside the window and did not move along with it.

Ling Han withdrew his gaze, and the light no longer fell on her face, but went to illuminate the next person who discovered it.

"What are those?"

Zhuo Ji thought Ling Han was so cute with his curious eyes. He raised his hand but didn't put it on her head. That was her carefully styled hairstyle and it would be bad to mess it up.

He slid down his clothes and put them back. "That is an unmined energy planet. As long as the core of an energy planet is still there, it will continue to produce a large amount of energy. However, an energy planet that has not been mined in time cannot withstand the increasing amount of energy. After too much energy accumulates, the energy planet will explode. The core will disappear and the fragments of the planet will float in space, attracted by the gravity here, and gather into a vortex here, until the energy is exhausted, it will be eclipsed."

Ling Han: “Wow.”

“It feels so romantic.”

"Have it?"

"Uh-huh."

“Though I die, my light remains.”

Zhuo Ji: "Now that you put it that way, it does have that flavor."

Ling Han nodded in silence: "Very similar to you."

"us?"

Ling Han: "Yes, you, the Cthulhu tribe."

"Your spiritual power is constantly growing, and will eventually disappear in space. In the corners that no one can see, you may have become another kind of matter, or a tiny luminous energy source, or become part of gravity. I don't know, I just made a guess."

Zhuo Ji went through her thoughts.

“Romance is something you give it.”

The birth and death of life is a difficult process to explain.

Even the most skilled embryologist cannot explain how an embryo can suddenly lose its vitality.

Ling Han tried to empathize with their life and death, and described it.

Ling Han, who has a soft heart, meets Zhuo Ji, who understands her a little.

Zhuo Ji was not in a hurry. He gradually realized that they still had a long life ahead of them.

After another jump, the spacecraft arrived at the entrance plank road of N-1.

Only when the three people got off the aircraft could they be said to have truly landed on Planet N-1.

Ling Han looked up and finally understood what a flying vehicle meant.

Of course there were things to do when he arrived at the main star. Zhuo Ji opened the access rights to his room and entered the study.

And told Ling Han that he could come to see him at any time.

Although Ling Han nodded, he didn't think about going.

This place is much bigger than the house Zhuo Ji bought at N-70, but there are still not many residents around.

I can’t imagine that there is such a place in such a prosperous area on the main planet.

Ling Han wandered around and finally curled up on the sofa to draw blueprints.

Zhuo Ji said that he was the one who gave it romance, but he also had to be able to make what he gave exist.

Just like shit and maggots, she can't give them.

She didn't change yesterday's drawing and started a new one.

The edges of roses have points, both on the rolled petals and on the flat petals. They are just not that sharp.

The thorns are bent, but the spikes are not. They are curved, but look more ferocious than vines.

So the rose is a rose, and the thorn is a thorn.

It’s just that roses prefer to grow on thorns, and thorns prefer to embrace roses.

When Zhuo Ji came out to look for someone, Ling Han had already finished painting and was browsing the StarCraft website.

Netizens were very concerned about her relationship status, and she replied that she was customizing a ring.

There was joy and excitement under the post, and Ling Han couldn't help but laugh.

Zhuo Ji walked over and asked: "What happened to make you so happy?"

Ling Han shook his head. It was hard to say that many people were paying attention to their marriage situation. He drew out the two draft drawings.

"I drew in two different styles. Which one do you like?"

Zhuo Ji looked at one who was softer and the other who was ruthless, and didn't know who to choose.

“They are all good. I like them all.”

Ling Han: "...Thank you for your valuable advice. I really appreciate it."

Zhuo Ji: "Sincerely, they are all good, I like them all."

Ling Han pouted: "Oh, let's talk about it later. Maybe I can draw a third draft, a fourth draft, and many more."

Zhuo Ji moved closer: "Okay, thank you for your hard work, my wife."

Ling Han: “Ahhhhh, why are you changing your name so suddenly?!”

Scary.

Zhuo Ji: "I've been thinking about it for a long time. Don't you like it?"

Ling Han: “It’s a bit awkward.”

Zhuo Ji: "Then what do you like me to call you?"

Ling Han had no experience in this area: "I don't know."