So he didn't answer the question, and instead sent over the light-screen footage the Guidance had just given him.
He began to wait for the reply.
The chat window sank into a long silence.
More than ten minutes later, the reply finally came:
"Bro, this stone is yours."
This time it was Xie Yu's turn to be stunned:
"What do you mean?"
"After watching it I really wanted to cry. I suddenly remembered that back on the battlefield in the Land of Chasing the Sun, I ran into the reshaped 734, then personally shattered it… but I didn't even know which one was 734."
Xie Yu stared at the words, and in his mind the battlefield filled with mechanical units all cast from the same mold seemed to rise up.
Same models, the same armor, the same electronic eyes.
In the eyes of the player, they were sacrificial power that could move.
Who would care whether, inside one of those steel chests, there still lingered some youth's softly hummed ancient song.
