Star Dome: The opening made Black Tower regret for life

Chapter 411 If Negotiation is Useless

Pinoconi, the twelve o'clock of dreams - the golden hour.

People are coming and going on Grax Avenue, and the colored lights are flashing provocatively. Let the undercurrent surge, and the storm subsides, the neon lights are still brightly lit, and the dream is beautiful and fantastic.

On Sunday, I walked side by side with the robin on the street with colorful lights. There were shops with flashing neon lights on both sides of the road. Colorful bead signs were hung in front of the shops. Occasionally, there were small cars passing by along the white line, all of which were transportation. Drive wisely.

Nine systems before the opening of the Harmony Ceremony, the streets during the golden hour were already bustling with people.

The guests who had the honor to witness Sunday's true appearance greeted Sunday and the robin enthusiastically. If anyone asked about it, they would puff up their chests, tilt their mouths and say lightly, "This is the head of the Oak family. We It's an old acquaintance.

As for the robin next to him, no one needed to ask. Everyone knew this famous Tianhuan tribe singer in the Milky Way.

Even the old-timers who read the morning news with a newspaper can see news headlines like "The family singer robin sings to promote "harmony" to save life on the planet" from the headline position.

At this time, more and more people on the street noticed Sunday and the robin, and couldn't help but stop and poke their heads around.

"Is this Sunday, the legendary most handsome man in Pinocchio?"

"Look at her clothes and her temperament. She is worthy of being the leader of the Pinocchio Oak family, and Miss Mockingbird. That song is called...what is it called...makes a heart... Sad? It’s so nice.”

"You Yun, you still have a sad heart, just to save your heart from sadness!" A young man shook his head in disdain, full of the disdain towards Yun Xianchong from a fanatic fan.

"Oh my god...it's Mr. Sunday! Come here! Hahaha..." When they were about to walk out of the crowded street, someone on the side of the road waved at them like a fool, swaying as if He will faint in the next second.

"It seems that someone needs help... let's go and have a look." Sunday's voice rang in his ears, and the robin nodded slightly and walked over following the call.

"Mr. Sunday...Hello! Did you see it? The moon in the sky that day is the same size as the Suleda bottle cap in my hand!" The drunken Pipixi man burped and shouted at Sunday and Robin. Pointing to the bottle cap in his hand.

"Is it...as long as I stretch out my hand, I can catch the moon in my arms? Huh? Right?"

"Moon...hehe, you want to say the Grand Theater, right?" Sunday did not cover his nose to avoid the smell of alcohol, but smiled gently.

"Oh...oh?...Oh! Look at my brain, I must have been away from home for too long and missed the moon too much..." The drunken Pipixi guest burped and waved his hand.

"But it doesn't matter! Our Grand Theater in Pinoconi is much brighter than the moon! It's beautiful! It's eye-catching!"

"Back then, they advised me not to sell all my belongings and focus on Pinoconi... Bah! Short-sighted! Short-sighted!"

The robin hesitated for a while and asked curiously: "Sell all your belongings... Why do you want to do this?"

"Why? Why else... Life in my hometown is too hard, and I can't even live like a human being."

"Pinoconi is better. There are only sweet dreams, no pain, no need to worry about tomorrow, you can do whatever you want. This is what living is...comfortable!"

"Can this... really be considered alive..."

"Huh? Little girl, what did you ask just now? I didn't hear clearly..."

"Nothing, sir, you see, the traffic on Grax Avenue is fast and dangerous, and Aideen Park is nearby. How about I ask a member of the hound family to take you there to continue enjoying your sweet dreams?" Sunday interrupted him. question, said softly.

"Oh...Okay, you are right. You are worthy of being the leader of Dreams and my great savior!" The drunken Pipixi man nodded heavily, "See you later, Mr. Sunday. Thank you for chatting with me. ...belch."

Robin watched the drunken Pipixi man disappear into the neon-lit street, exhaled softly, lowered his eyes slightly, and remained silent along the way.

"What's wrong, sister?" Sunday tilted his head and asked softly.

"Obviously we are in the land of dreams, why do people live this kind of life?" The robin was silent for a while and said softly, "The gentleman I just left...wasn't happy at all."

"No matter how sweet the dream is, it is an invisible and intangible illusion, but he regards it as the only option for survival, and even gives up the future in reality for this... This is not life at all."

"Well, that's it...but in my opinion, this is the way ordinary people should live."

"...Why do you say that?"

"You just said that the gentleman living on his dreams is not a life, but it is not." Sunday explained, "Even without Pinoconi, people will still live in their own illusions, and this illusion is called self-worth."

"People always think that they are destined to achieve a certain value, and earning value for themselves means strong power. On the contrary, those who are worthless are devalued as weak."

"However, value is not created by people out of thin air, and its sum has an upper limit. In order to realize the so-called value, people must plunder from others. In this way, the weak are exploited and oppressed..."

"You're trying to say...that things shouldn't be like this, right?" Robin asked softly.

"Exactly." Sunday nodded, "However, the irony is that people don't think it is wrong to do so, because they always regard their illusory self-worth as the norm, even the weak think so."

"Survival of the fittest, the weak eat the strong... All tragedies in the world originate from this, and the reason why Pinoconi is a sweet dream is precisely because it provides a resting place for anyone who wants to escape from it."

"There is no tragedy here, only happiness. Although it is only a prototype, isn't this exactly what we think of paradise?" Sunday looked up at the Pinocchio Theater hanging at the end, his pupils filled with light and shadow.

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"In my opinion, it will not work just relying on Uncle Yang to participate in the negotiation. I don't believe that the family members will submit obediently. Why don't we prepare our backup plan to fight against the other party. If the other party refuses our friendly negotiation, then use this to fight with them. Talk." Xing raised his sandbag-sized fist and blew lightly.

Deep in the quiet garden, Xing sat on the steps behind Mikhail's wheelchair, waving his fists and giving Jiang Fan advice. March next to him was stunned for a while.

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