Starry Sky: My Life Star God, starting reward Ruan Mei

Of course, because she took the lead, the other train passengers who were unaware of this drink also suffered as a result.

Bai Yan strode towards Ting Yun's residence. Along the way, he overheard many conversations about the recent turmoil surrounding Belloberg.

It is human nature to like to watch the excitement.

Moreover, this is not just any ordinary event. The Annihilation Gang has declared war on a god, a god whom the people of the Immortal Ship have only recently indirectly come into contact with, a god who simply bestowed fortune and easily resolved the crisis that had trapped Luofu.

Regarding the matter of Bellberg, there are many opinions, and a cacophony of voices reached Bai Yan's ears:

"It's said that Yalilo VI only needs two warp jumps to get us from our current position. Should we offer some symbolic support?"

"That's a question for the General to consider; don't make wild guesses."

“An envoy has already accepted the challenge. It seems inappropriate for us to intervene at this point. However, since we're so close, I think it's only right to watch the spectacle.”

"You jumped over just to watch the show?" A passerby put his phone to his ear, seemingly joking, and said, "Hello? Is this the Earth Balance Division? There's a Masked Fool here."

Another person explained seriously, "What's wrong with the Masked Fool? That's discrimination! Our Immortal Ship allows even normal Abundance believers to visit, so what's wrong with the Masked Fool?"

"Hello? Is this the Earth Balance Division? This Masked Fool is a remnant of the Medicine King's secret lineage."

The person chatting saw that the other person had actually dialed the Earth Balance Division's number and yelled, "I thought you were joking. You're serious? You're the one who's the Masked Fool!"

……

Bai Yan shook his head. The masked fool hadn't participated in the previous rumor-mongering operation on the space station, so he couldn't very well stretch his muscles and kick him.

A moment later, he arrived at Tingyun's residence and entered her boudoir.

According to Bai Yan's distant memory, the architectural style of the entire Immortal Ship and Tingyun's room can be described as full of antique charm.

He knocked on the door with his finger, and Tingyun welcomed him into the living room from the inside.

Bai Yan scanned the living room, which was full of traditional beauty, and seemed to be able to see the story of each item and the meaning behind them.

The exquisite wooden furniture, the antique paintings, and the neatly arranged tea sets all stand out.

These antique-style pieces of furniture from his distant memories are somewhat reminiscent of the interstellar-level technological products of the Immortal Ship.

Just as storytellers still exist on the celestial vessel even now, the inherited culture and the technology that people have developed to this day are compatible and integrated.

Tingyun pulled out a wooden chair with exquisite carvings for him: "Please sit down, my benefactor."

Bai Yan sat down without any hesitation and smiled, "Why don't you call me Uncle Bai anymore?"

Tingyun sat opposite him and said with a smile, "If Uncle Bai would like me to change my form of address, I certainly don't mind."

"Let's change it back. That memory probably wasn't easy for you. Besides, it's just a matter of address. As long as you don't call me Father God or [Life] Star God in front of everyone, it's fine."

Tingyun smiled gently, completely unlike the swordsman of the Immortal Boat who was full of killing intent on the battlefield that day: "My benefactor has considered everything very thoroughly. I am very grateful. However, since I am sitting here, I have naturally already let it go."

Although it lacks a murderous aura, a sense of magnanimity still remains.

When she awoke from that dream, she discovered that everything she had toiled for thousands of years did not exist, the tragedy remained unchanged, and none of her friends recognized her, nor had they survived to this day; they had all died long ago.

She quickly realized that she was merely an observer of history, not an observer of the future.

Tingyun pushed the pastries on the table toward Baiyan: "I traveled with my benefactor a while ago and dared to guess his hobbies, so I made some pastries for you. I hope you can try them."

Bai Yan picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and nodded: "A very familiar taste."

This familiarity did not come from the taste he experienced in reality, but from a memory he shared with Tingyun.

He smiled knowingly: "It's Ning Yu's pastry recipe. It seems you've memorized it."

Chapter 154 Do you know Him well?

Clearly, Tingyun remembered the recipe left behind by the immortal from thousands of years ago, which also fulfilled that person's last wish.

As night fell, Tingyun took the pastries and tea away.

She sat back down in the seat opposite Bai Yan: "What exactly do you mean by 'reading my life'?"

Tingyun Fox's ears twitched slightly. Although her mental age had long exceeded the lifespan of a fox-person, she was still somewhat nervous in front of a star god.

Even though this star god had helped her in the past and had always been very kind to her.

This was the price she had to pay, and also one of the few things she could do for the other person after receiving such a great gift.

"Are you nervous?"

Even though Tingyun's mental age far exceeds the average lifespan of fox people, his experience is still far inferior to Baiyan's.

He answered Tingyun's questions with a smile, not like a high and mighty god, but like an ordinary friend.

“I won’t do anything to you against your will, but I might find out a lot of your private matters, which is what you promised me before.”

Tingyun nodded gently, a faint blush rising to her cheeks: "Mm."

Since realizing that his strength was insufficient to protect the immortal ship and to eliminate all evil beings in the world, Tingyun had long since devoted himself to martial arts, which is why he later became proficient in all martial arts.

So even during that simulated time, she never learned anything about romantic relationships.

She had thought a lot about the idea of ​​this deity reading life. She didn't think that a deity would have anything happen between her and him, but just speculating, creation in [life] could very well include reproduction.

It wasn't until Bai Yan raised a series of questions that Ting Yun realized she had been overthinking things.

Bai Yan coughed twice, drawing Ting Yun's attention: "Let's discuss some issues first."

"Please tell me."

"Whether it's a celestial vessel or another planet where life exists, the life forms there will feel that the surroundings are full of vitality and that there are many fellow beings. But in reality, the universe is vast and boundless, and the light of life is precious and rare."

Bai Yan's smile remained, but his tone gradually became serious: "What do you think is the origin of life? Highly intelligent beings often define their own lives, but is the life of less intelligent beings merely a simple matter of survival?"

Tingyun listened quietly as Bai Yan's clear voice resonated in her heart.

Let's clear up the impolite speculation we just made about reproduction.

She really couldn't give the other party a satisfactory answer in a short time.

Bai Yan's smile widened: "Very good, you're thinking. Let's move on to the next question, which will be a necessary topic for us tonight. You don't need to answer it immediately."

Tingyun regained her composure and prepared to listen to the questions that followed.

Bai Yan didn't stand on ceremony and continued to ask questions with a smile, including some that even scholars from the Bo Shi Society would find difficult to answer accurately if they were to be rigorous:

"Considering the infinity of the universe and the finiteness of life, what is the true meaning of those lives that consider themselves insignificant?"

"If the goals of life are growth, exploration, and understanding, what kind of transformation can these goals bring about in the face of the vastness of the universe?"

"Every star, every speck of dust, and even every light wave that carries information in this universe tells a story of the meaning of life in its own way. So, how do we, as conscious observers, interpret our own role?"

Are we merely passive recorders, active participants, or creators?

"Hmm..." While Tingyun was in a daze, Bai Yan's questions did not stop.

Instead, he posed a question that seemed more difficult.

"In the universe, space and time define the framework for the existence of all matter and energy. But does the consciousness that gives rise to life, especially the collective consciousness of civilizations, transcend these physical dimensions in some sense?"

"If so, what is the connection between life consciousness and the basic structure of the universe? What does life represent in this universe?"

……

It was still nighttime.

Heta himself and Nguyen Mai got together, and in Nguyen Mai's notebook, Heta saw some questions related to life.

Each option seems to have multiple solutions, but each solution seems both reasonable and unreasonable.

Hei Ta flipped through his notebook and chatted with Ruan Mei: "He seems to have gone to a girl's room. What do you think? But it looks like nothing has happened between you two yet."

Ruan Mei sat in a chair, calmly pinching a piece of plum blossom cake, feeding it to Xiao Ya who was sitting on her lap, and simply explaining to Hei Ta.

"The layout of a home for an intelligent life is easy to spot for someone who is good at observing details."

Choosing the other person's bedroom would allow them to relax more easily, based on a sense of kinship. This was more convenient for him; he needed to use it to offset the awkwardness caused by the disparity in their social status.

"Do you know him well?"

Ruan Mei seemed to sense something amiss in Hei Ta's tone, but still replied, "In his words, while you are reading life, life is also reading you."

Black Tower flipped through his notebook: "The answers to these questions don't seem to be your handwriting."

Ruan Mei subconsciously patted Xiaoya's head: "The questions on there are practice questions that Bai Yan recently gave Xiaoya."

"Are you sure... okay. As expected of your child."

Black Tower was certain that if the questions on these platforms were answered simply, ordinary people would have no problem answering them.

If we're going to be more rigorous, even people who are well-versed in erudition will find it daunting.

But the child, it seemed, answered very well, as if writing a thesis.

Chapter 155 "Mourning the Performer" - A Clever Capture of Yonghuo Mansion

In the dead of night at Luofu Fairy Boat, a touch of tranquility shines through the bustling city.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the universe, the Eternal Fire Mansion was much noisier.

A number of smiling guests arrived at the gates of the Duke of the Underworld's residence.

Although both are members of the Annihilation Gang, Afrit and the Yepela Brotherhood are not on good terms, and are even enemies. The Yepela Brotherhood was wiped out by the Star Core Hunters some time ago.

Without any concerns, Afrit withdrew most of his troops when he went to Belloborg, or rather, he didn't care about any worries about the rear.

The Eternal Fire Mansion is now guarded by only a few fire demons.

A ship mourning the performer was anchored not far from the Yonghuo Mansion, but the people who disembarked showed no sorrow; instead, they were all smiling.

But when they came into the Fire Demon Guard's sight, they quickly put away their smiles and became sad. Their slightly furrowed brows were neither exaggerated nor pretentious, and their hesitant eyes were full of sorrow.

They put on masks from all over the world early on.

These masks symbolize races that have passed away and those that have not. Such masks are things of mourners, but they are also often things of masked fools, and even their ships are often those of masked fools.

The fire demon guarding the gate was the first to ask, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

None of the guests at the head of the group directly answered the Fire Demon's question. Instead, they exclaimed, "Oh, a Fire Demon, a creature destined to burn. Suffering makes one grow, joy is often fleeting. Will a burning heart temper your will?"