I'm trapped in a cube

"I trust you."

Listening to Tie Yu's words, Magnet Star's body began to slowly recover, and he seemed to be completely relieved.

"Can't you recover? I thought you were hit by some incurable attack." Tieyu breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the cracks on Magnetar's body that were gradually recovering.

"There's no such attack, right?" Magnet Star was led askew and asked casually.

"Then why don't you recover? Maybe there is. I think that gray ore tribe is weird. I don't know if he might use some strange tricks. I've never seen that kind of colorful light."

Magneto smiled helplessly and started talking to Tieyu...

Mo Ling looked at this scene and didn't stop any longer, floating upward silently.

Is this the perfect ending that the ancient mining tribe said?

By some strange coincidence, Mo Ling flew to the stone ball again and flew in.

The stone ball has become crooked, and the stairs and internal passages have collapsed under the influence of the earthquake.

However, the entrance was still open and it was dark inside.

"You came."

When Mo Ling came back to his senses, he sat on the familiar stone again. The ancient mining clan sat there leisurely, looking at the sky.

"I knew you weren't dead." Mo Ling's bracelet made a sound again.

"There's still a little time."

Mo Ling didn't know how much "a little" he meant. He just felt that even if he knew so many things, the ancient mining clan in front of him was still shrouded in a layer of fog.

"What's the perfect ending you're talking about?"

"The brave man defeated the devil, solved the hidden danger of world destruction, and lived happily with his friends."

The ancient mining clan explained with a smile.

Only then did Mo Ling suddenly realize that as an outsider who had been watching what happened in the Acupuncture Stone Forest from a God's perspective, he always felt that there were still many mysteries.

But for those mining tribes, it means defeating the "Devil King", and the next step is the beginning of a happy life.

"It's like this in fairy tales. It's a pity that the brave man didn't marry the princess. This place is a bit imperfect." The ancient mining clan scratched his head: "There is something wrong with the brave man's brain. He probably has no interest in this matter."

"The Demon King's treasure also has to be thrown somewhere somewhere for them to discover 'accidentally'."

The ancient mining tribe was busy thinking about the next "plot". It seemed that the human adventure stories had already deeply poisoned them.

Mo Ling always felt that he was forcibly pulled over to watch a play, and the doubts in his heart deepened.

"Why are you telling me these things? Won't the memories in this battlefield be erased? Why haven't Shibeng and I been erased?"

The ancient mining tribe was interrupted by Mo Ling's question. He turned to look at him and explained: "The brave is of course special. Although I have lost control of the incentive signal now, it is still possible to prevent him from losing the memory of the battlefield. Made it happen.”

"What about me?" Mo Ling asked.

The ancient mining tribe gave him a strange look: "You? I can't control it. I just wanted you to stop causing trouble, so I brought you in. Otherwise, you will ruin the development of the plot. It is also your own fault for not losing your memory. "

When Mo Ling asked again, the ancient mining clan just knocked his cube head and refused to say anything.

Unable to ask any more questions, Mo Ling could only find out in another direction.

"Did you also give the red scarf to the natural gas tribe? Creating a crisis of alien disease is in line with the plot you want, right?"

Hearing this question, the ancient mining clan was a little embarrassed and didn't seem to want to answer.

But eventually he explained why.

"I was ill at the time, and suddenly I felt that a group of people were dying. I thought it was my first descendants who were offering sacrifices to me. I thought they had encountered some difficulties, so I randomly found a relic in the acupuncture stone forest and threw it there."

As the ancient mining clan spoke, there was a look of nostalgia on his face.

"They used to perform sacrifices like this before." He murmured, seeming to be lost in the memory of the past.

Mo Ling looked at the ancient mining tribe who was sometimes awake and sometimes confused, with ever-changing expressions on their faces, and didn't know what to say.

The abnormal vein disease in the entire Acupuncture Stone Forest was actually caused by the temporary confusion of the ancient mining clan.

However, this also happened to become part of the "plot" of the ancient mining clan, cleverly creating a crisis.

"It's really unintentional."

The history of the Acupuncture Stone Forest is finally somewhat clear. The ancient mining clan himself certainly did not expect that his batch of "defective" descendants would actually become his last hope.

"Are you satisfied with this batch of descendants?" Mo Ling asked tentatively.

The ancient mining clan nodded: "Of course I am satisfied. Whether it is the use of materials or the understanding of emotions, it is very impressive, but there are still many difficulties in the future."

Speaking of this, he began to worry again.

"If the fifth batch of descendants can develop to the present, will they be better than them?"

The ancient mining tribe still misses those descendants.

Coincidentally, Mo Ling had also been wondering why the fifth batch of descendants disappeared, so he asked again: "Is that big earthquake related to you?"

"Yes." The ancient mining tribe lowered their heads.

However, when talking about this, the ancient mining clan began to feel confused again. Suddenly, his eyes lost sight and he began to talk to himself:

"The first offspring, too dependent, are destroyed."

"The second batch of descendants were too weak and destroyed."

"The third batch of descendants were too conceited and destroyed."

"The fourth batch of descendants were too comfortable and destroyed."

"The fifth batch of descendants, the fifth batch of descendants, destruction, destruction..."

The ancient mining clan whispered about what happened before, as if they were in some kind of downtime, looking at their hands blankly.

He clenched his fist again and hit his head repeatedly, but he still seemed unable to remember anything, and his expression became increasingly painful. For him, that memory seemed to be a forbidden area that should not be touched.

The old man was like a helpless child, at a loss for what was going on around him.

Just when the ancient mining clan was about to collapse, a hand was placed on his shoulder, interrupting his memories.

"Don't think about it, it's all over..."

Mo Ling patted his shoulder gently.

"Those things are not important. Tell me about the stone pillars and mineral veins. I am interested in this." Mo Ling looked at the ancient mining clan seriously.

"Let's talk about something else."

After hearing these words, the confusion and struggle in the eyes of the ancient mining clan gradually disappeared.

He and Mo Ling looked at each other, slowly relieved from helplessness.

"good."

The topic slowly changed, and Mo Ling chatted with him about the acupuncture stone forest.

Speaking of this, the ancient mining clan gradually broke away from the painful memories, and their tone became much more relaxed.

The two also talked about the magnetar, and the ancient mining tribe said that he had never noticed him.

It wasn't until the break of the last battle that the ancient mining tribe saw the magnetar among the crowd.

At that time, he had a feeling of being in another world.

"I didn't expect that he has persisted until now." Speaking of the ancient mining tribe of Magnetar, they were obviously very happy.

"A brave man needs a wise partner by his side, and I think he is very suitable! This ending is really perfect."

"Speaking of wise men, I think I am one." The ancient mining clan patted his chest and talked about his past adventure stories.

He seemed particularly proud of his adventure in the abyss, and he was even more arrogant than when he introduced his descendants, talking to Mo Ling.

Mo Ling also nodded frequently, immersed in those bizarre adventure stories.

However, when it comes to excitement, the ancient mining clan is confused again.

He suddenly took Mo Ling's hand on his shoulder, put it around his neck, put his hand on Mo Ling's shoulder, and said excitedly:

"We'll do this to that creature next time!"

"What do you think? Fire Thief."

Happy New Year~