Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"...Grandpa...I don't want anything anymore...Don't leave..."

Duoduo sobbed weakly, and had long lost the strength to cry. Rather than begging Wang Xuebin, it was better to say that he was praying for other existences in despair.

In the vast cockpit of the earth, in front of the huge holographic control platform, Zhang Dongchen looked at all this tremblingly, his face sometimes blue, sometimes red, colorful, and very wonderful.

Ignoring Zhang Dongchen's complicated emotions, sighed, broke free from Xiaoyu's clingy hands, stepped in front of Duoduo, slowly squatted down, and looked directly at Duoduo who was sitting on the ground unbearable.

In Duoduo's eyes full of guilt, excitement and disbelief, he raised his hand to gently straighten out her messy short hair, took out a wet towel, and carefully wiped her black face, just like he had done it countless times.

“…Duoduo…”

"Grandpa, I'm here! Sorry, grandpa, it's all my fault..."

Duoduo replied tremblingly, her cheeks tightly pressing against Wang Xuebin's hand, afraid that this warm feeling would go away from her...

“…needless to say sorry!”

Before Duoduo could finish speaking, Wang Xuebin closed his eyes and shook his head gently, interrupting her anxious apology.

Duoduo, who heard Wang Xuebin's words, had originally been full of Jixi's eyes instantly dimmed. He wanted to say something, but Wang Xuebin gently tapped his lips with his hand.

A pair of turbid and deep black eyes stared at her faintly and said softly:

"…I have never blamed you!"

Looking at his grandfather's appearance, Duoduo couldn't help but be stunned and stood there.

"...Duoduo, this life is very short, but it is also very long, but whether it is short or long, throughout their lives, they are fighting an invisible enemy...

A strong person will charge again and again like a Don Quixote, and never give up even if he is covered in bruises.

But the vast majority of people are weak, and they will choose to surrender because the battle is too painful.

This enemy is called Ugly!”

Wang Xuebin said softly, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter.

The colorful fluorescent light flashed, and the originally turbid eyes gradually became crystal clear, and the faces, which were originally covered in wind, frost and gullies, gradually became richer.

As the breeze blows, the hair flutters with the wind. As the wind swings, the eyebrows and hairs begin to turn from white to gray, and from gray to black and soft.

"…A person who chooses to face the ugly will eventually overcome the ugly. Even if the ugly is too powerful, he can always reconcile with the ugly, and even fall in love with the ugly!

Those who choose to escape will always lose the opportunity to reconcile with the ugly, and they will always point fingers at others' flaws and be harsh on them.

In fact, the flaws that the person they hate are those they don’t want to face…”

Duoduo looked at the young man with a unique temperament and a familiar face in front of him, and could not recover for a long time.

She heard her grandfather say more than once that her grandfather was the most charming person he had ever seen. Today, she finally knew that her grandfather's words were really not exaggerated at all...

“……I once had times when I didn’t dare to face myself, and I was in so much pain, and I thought about it all...

However, the sun was very bright that day. I ate a bowl of fried egg fried rice with a strong burnt and fragrant flavor, which was very delicious...

After that day, I made up my mind and decided to go on unswervingly, even if I was covered in bruises and even if my body and spirit were destroyed, after all, tomorrow might be a good weather?"

Wang Xuebin smiled gently, raised his hand and gently scraped Duoduo's nose, and slowly stood up.

"...Duoduo, you are much better than me in the past. You will definitely be able to do what I can do!

Promise me, face myself, reconcile with the ugly, and then lead civilization and find your hope, okay?"

Looking at the handsome couple in front of him, Duoduo finally gave up all unrealistic expectations. He wiped his nose hard at the pair of earnest eyes, bit his lower lip, and nodded.

"Grandpa...Grandpa...will you bless Duoduo...?"

Duoduo lowered her head, her dirty little claws tightly grasped her trouser legs. She wanted to stand up, but after trying several times, she still had no strength...

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin paused slightly, looked at Duoduo deeply, and then nodded gently.

It seemed as if he felt Wang Xuebin's movements, he kept lowering his head, and Duoduo relaxed in his tense spirit, and fainted in an instant, falling into a solid embrace.

A princess hug lifted Duoduo and gently placed it on the soft sofa beside her. She shook her hand and threw out a cool quilt, and gently placed it on the sleeping girl.

Not far away, Zhang Dongchen, who was pale-faced, pulled out the dagger inserted into his leg, gently licked the blood on the blade, and slowly closed his eyes.

“From North America to here, it spans almost a quarter of the distance of the earth…

Haha... I never thought that there were really gods in this world... and this god was always by my side... Haha... it was really ironic..."

"What's ironic?"

He turned his head to look at Xiaoyu and pointed at Duoduo. Xiaoyu, who had been sticking behind Wang Xuebin, immediately understood what he meant, took two steps forward, and transferred the highest authority of artificial intelligence.

"...A brother once prayed for the protection of the god Zepi, and I scolded them fiercely. Now it seems..."

"Call right!"

While wiping his hands with a wet towel, Wang Xuebin walked towards the holographic control platform. When he came to the platform, he put the towel aside and started operating on the platform skillfully.

"...... Giving all the initiative to others is equivalent to hanging a slave collar around your neck. Who cares about the kneeling person?"

Listening to Wang Xuebin's words, Zhang Dongchen shook his head and pulled the corner of his mouth, as if he was laughing, but his expression was very ugly.

“…he…captain…”

He limped to the chair beside him, turned around and smashed it down, and said weakly with a 'bang':

“…You said…can we succeed?

Don't lie to me...I'm not that little girl, I just want to listen to the truth before leaving..."

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin turned his head and looked at Zhang Dongchen, whose trouser legs were wet with blood, raised his eyebrows slightly, sighed lightly, shook his head and said:

“…Who knows…But people always have a hope…isn’t it…

If there is hope, there is direction, and if there is direction, there is motivation to move on. What if...if it succeeds..."

Listening to Wang Xuebin's words, Zhang Dongchen's pale face ripped a far-fetched smile.

"...Captain...you promised that little girl to bless her...must...don't break your promise..."

In front of the control platform, Wang Xuebin paused slightly when he heard this, and after a moment, he nodded gently.

The move was not big, but it was extremely precious in Zhang Dongchen's eyes.

He raised his hand and pulled out his pistol with difficulty, opened the safety, loaded it, raised his head and pressed against his chin.

"...Goodbye, captain... In the next life, we will be brothers... Then... I will allow you to betray me a few times..."

Wang Xuebin listened silently, without looking back, adjusted all the angles of the earth's engines, slowly raised his right hand, slapped hard at the confirmation button...

‘Bang!’