Star Dome: The opening made Black Tower regret for life

Chapter 429 Harmonious Countdown 3

Under the warm yellow spotlights of the stage, the large screens hanging in the air on both sides began to play the scenes from Sunday’s memories.

Everyone looked up and stared at the two large screens, wanting to know what was going on on Sunday. Only Jiang Fan found a seat, sat down, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes to rest.

Xing glanced at Jiang Fan who was sitting on the sofa nearby and secretly gave him a thumbs up, thinking that he really was worthy of being called the King of Pretending, as he could act pretentious anytime and anywhere, and he acted so naturally!

It is no exaggeration to say that the current atmosphere is tense. On Sunday, he revealed his identity as a follower of order. Uncle Yang and Iris have also been detained by the Oak Family, who even called it contemplating their fate.

And now they are also trapped in the so-called inner world used by Sunday. To borrow Sunday's own words, "let's look back on the road we have come."

If everyone has a data box above their head that displays their current status, then she thinks there must be two temporary buffs above her head: "Save the World" and "In the Name of the World".

She suspected that Jiang Fan's silence at this moment was to accumulate his anger. Maybe when Sunday came, he would still be talking nonsense and preparing to use the charm of language to turn them over.

Jiang Fan would take out the flaming sword from nowhere, and lightly say "Heavenly Fire Unsheathed", and then jump out like a tiger, chopping off the Pinocchio with one sword...

"From here on, you're going to see many choices I've made, and I've selected some of them to share with you." Sunday's voice seemed to come from a loudspeaker, echoing in all directions.

"I think that after experiencing the same predicament, you will understand my thoughts."

Xing's expression changed. He no longer used his peripheral vision to pay attention to Jiang Fan who was resting with his eyes closed. Instead, he looked up and stared at the big screen, with his left and right eyes on duty respectively, fearing that the contents projected on the two screens would be different, resulting in information deviation.

"Let's start with the first decision, which is about a baby bird."

"This story happened when Robin and I were little. We were victims of the star core disaster. Mr. Gophermu of our family, who would later become the Lord of Pinoconi, saw that we were helpless and adopted us."

"After that, we met Theresa, who was also adopted by Mr. Gopher, and spent a relatively carefree time together."

"After dinner one day, the three of us accidentally found a lonely little pigeon in Mr. Gophermu's yard."

"The chick was still very small, its feathers hadn't even grown yet, and it couldn't sing. When we found it, it lay in the grass, dying, and it seemed to have been abandoned by its parents,"

"We immediately decided to build a bird's nest for it, but we thought about it. That winter was very cold, the wind in the courtyard was very strong at night, and there were many poisonous insects and wild animals."

"There's no doubt that if you leave a chick in the yard, it will never make it to spring."

"So?" Xing couldn't understand the content of the story.

"I suggest taking it back, putting it on the wooden stand in front of the window, and asking adults to build a birdcage for it." Sunday said patiently, "We agreed to wait until it can spread its wings and fly on its own, then release it back into the sky."

"But unfortunately, we never imagined that the bird's fate had already been determined before that, and its fate was only up to us."

"Now, I will give you the right to choose. Faced with this situation, what choice will you make?" Sunday asked softly.

"Should we adopt our original plan and use soft cushions to build a nest for the Harmonious Pigeons on the spot?"

"Or would you choose to build a birdcage for it and raise it carefully in a warm house?"

The screens on both sides showed two choices respectively. Xing's eyes felt a little sore as he stood guard. He subconsciously raised his hands to rub them, and hesitantly thought about the topic given on Sunday.

There is no doubt that although Sunday's detention of Uncle Yang and Iris was despicable, his ideals are indeed worthy of praise.

That's why Xing never showed any impatience and just listened silently.

The two options given on Sunday are easy to understand. If you choose the first one, which is to build a nest on the spot with a soft cushion, it is no different from leaving it to die on the spot.

If we look at it literally, building a birdcage is the best option, but Xing thinks it is not that simple. Isn’t there a saying that goes,

Would you rather die singing in the rain than live under someone else's roof?

Maybe there was some kind of trap waiting for her in Sunday's question...

After Xing sank for a while, he said confidently: "I chose to build a bird's nest for it right here. I would rather die singing in the rain than live under someone else's roof."

Ji Zi and the others who were standing beside them were slightly stunned. They all turned around and stared at Xing, trying to find out something from her smile. But when they looked left and right, they only saw Xing showing a mouthful of big white teeth and a face full of confidence.

"Interesting, now that you have made up your mind, let me reveal what fate this choice will bring to the chick." Sunday said slowly.

"From what I've observed, there are at least three kinds of beasts that feed on small birds in that courtyard: the sickle-tailed scorpion, the Asdena wolverine, and the Huntington's winged neck snake..."

"Although they cannot harm humans, these creatures are still superior predators in a small courtyard. In such a place, the fate waiting for that little Harmony Pigeon is only one, a painful death."

Facing San Yueqi's resentful eyes, Xing showed an awkward smile, and couldn't help feeling a little sad. It was as if he had played too many cheating word games and felt inadequate when playing a normal game for the first time.

"I deeply regret the choice you made. Next, let's move on to the second choice. This time... it's the story of a dreamer," Sunday continued.

"Is there anything else?" Xing couldn't help but smack his lips.

It’s not that she doesn’t like listening to stories, but compared to those heroic stories and Long Aotian story collections, these sentences full of philosophy and truth really seem to be taken from an advanced mathematics book.

With the corner of his eye, Xing glanced at Jiang Fan, wanting to see if the King of Force had any reaction, but surprisingly, he was still resting with his eyes closed, as if his soul had left his body.

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