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Mie's eyes were very cold, as if they were an iceberg that had not melted for thousands of years. It was impossible to tell any emotion from them. Only he himself knew what a strange feeling he had towards this orc.

"I'll be back in three days." After saying that, he didn't care anymore and turned to fly towards the sacred mountain. He wanted to go back to find Xiao Bingyun. He missed her.

When Mie returned to the sacred mountain, Yan Bingyun was arranging to build a super large stone house as a warehouse.

"Mie, where have you been? You missed the delicious rice, oh no, Xiao Yunyun said this is called bamboo tube rice!" Mei Haiyu showed off with his tail almost raised to the sky.

Mie didn't even look at him. Her eyes were fixed on the pretty figure like nails. She flew over and hugged her tightly. Only then did her restless heart slowly calm down.

"Mie..." Yan Bingyun sighed softly, hugged him tightly back, and said nothing.

“Hey…what’s wrong with you…?” Wei covered Mei Hai’s mouth and pulled him away.

Xiu looked at Mie with a profound gaze and left space for them.

All of a sudden, the entire area outside the tree palace became quiet.

"I took him to see my mother." Mie hugged Yan Bingyun tightly, as if he wanted to embrace her into his flesh and blood.

"Hmm!" Yan Bingyun laid his whole face on Mie's chest, feeling his ups and downs, and hummed from his throat: "Have you forgiven him?"

"No!" Mie looked into the void, "I just think that he should go and see his mother who has been hiding for so long. He... Xiao Bingyun, I am very conflicted. I hate him, but in my hatred I want to understand him. I don't know how to face him." It was the first time that the orc Mie faced such a complicated emotion, and he couldn't figure it out.

Yan Bingyun actually didn't know, but human emotions are also very complicated, just like her feelings towards her own mother, love and hate at the same time.

"I think you have a love-hate relationship with Yun. If you... Actually, he died before you were born, and is alive now, you can try to get along with him. After all, he is your beastly father."

"No, he is not!" Mie shook his head.

Yan Bingyun and Mie never talked about their past, because orcs did not have the leisure to feel sad about the passing of autumn and spring, they only wanted to survive.

The same was true for Yan Bingyun in the end of the world, who was struggling to survive, so she didn't know how to comfort her. She could feel Mie's unhappiness and low mood, but didn't know what to say.

The two figures just hugged each other stupidly until a heavy crash was heard from the place where the mute slave was imprisoned, which brought them back to reality from their confusion.

Yan Bingyun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mie's pair of red eyes as cold as icebergs glanced at a wooden cage hanging under the tree.

"What's locked up there?"

"A monster transformed by Thorn and the Western Beast King." Yan Bingyun said, staring down at the wooden cage.

"Monster?" Mie didn't know what he was thinking of. He clenched his fingers tightly, and the coldness in his eyes almost turned into an icy arrow that could kill the mute slave trapped inside.

"I have a fox orc who can spy on other people's secrets. I want to know everything about the mute slave. Although I know how this female was made from the few words recorded by the thorn, I always feel creepy when I look at this female. I don't like this feeling."

Yan Bingyun could not forget the weird smile of the mute slave, the creepy evil that overflowed from it.

"If you don't like it, just kill it." Mie said ruthlessly.

Yan Bingyun gently held Mie Bingleng's fingers, put his own fingers into his fingers and clasped them together, and rested his head lightly on Mie's fair arm.

"I think the mute slave has discovered some secrets, some secrets about the black liquid." That's why she was so calm.

Yan Bingyun always believed that if you lose something in one place, you may gain something in another.

Since she can't speak, then the other senses among her five senses must be stronger than those of the orcs who can speak. For example, since she can't speak, she will have more time to think all the time, and her sensitivity and suspicion will allow her to notice subtle details.

From the half-true, half-false memories of Kavetan's purpose for coming here that Bone Harp showed her, to what the Sea Witch said, to meeting the beast god of the down people, combined with the "truth" shown to her by the remnant soul, those so-called truths were all their respective cognitions and memories, and not necessarily all true.

Either it's half true and half false, or something is concealed, and you still have to find the "truth" by yourself. The Witch Planet, the X-people, the Night Clan, the ancient sacred tree, the evil spirits controlled by the black liquid, the evil spirits controlled by the ancient tree... What do they want? There's no gain without early action, this is an eternal law!

She always felt that the X-planet people wanted to obtain the black liquid not just out of greed. What was the purpose of a substance captured from a black hole? And the X-planet person in the Feathered People Clan said that he was cursed by the goddess of the Witch Planet in order to obtain the Holy Fire, and that he made the earth a hotbed for taming suitable containers for future generations. How much of this was true and how much was false?

The remnant soul told them Xiaowei's origin and told them another name of Wu Planet, "Kunlun".

Combined with the sacred tree of this planet, Yan Bingyun's mind kept emerging with the ancient myths and legends that he read to kill time when he was still an Earthling. There was always a feeling of powerlessness that something flashed by but he couldn't grasp it.

Having heard too many versions of the "truth", Yan Bingyun sneered sarcastically, perhaps the breakthrough could be found from this mute slave and the record of the bone harp being cracked!

Looking at the mute slave, I always have a premonition that if I know the secret of the mute slave, I can find the entrance to the fog.