In the blink of an eye, he used Gu as a blade to break through the sea of stars, leading to a life-or-death encounter.
Zhuwo, the young master of Miaojiang, remembered the planet that tore the earth apart until his death - he exhausted all his magic to protect his parents, but fell into darkness in a pool of blood. Thousands of years later, he woke up from the rescue capsule. He was covered in silver streaks and the Gu bug was not dead, but he became an "illiterate" in the interstellar era. The person who rescued him was Huo Linyuan, the youngest marshal in the empire. The man had stern features and a mental energy as deep as a prison, but when he smashed the mecha with his bare hands, he smiled with interest.
Language barrier? No problem. The Gu insects on his fingertips turned into silver whips and cracked the Zerg warships; the cannons in the man's palms were like stars, eliminating suspicion and conspiracy for him. A dark matter storm forced the fleet into the "Changgeng Ruins". Under the desolate star, the Miaojiang altar reappeared, and the mother Gu in the bronze box opened its mechanical compound eyes: [Warning! The destruction of the earth is not a natural disaster, and the eyes behind the star gate have been watching the empire for thousands of years].
He painted blood as a talisman, and he held a spear as a shield.
He taught him the pronunciation of "love" and gave him a wedding ring made of Gu insects.
When the monitor civilization tore off the mask of the false god, and when the world-destroying laser aimed at Huo Linyuan's throat again, Zhuwo sacrificed his body and burned thousands of Gu insects into a galaxy: "I couldn't save my hometown a thousand years ago, this time, I want your future." "Reunion is not a miracle, it is the obsession of the Gu insects to eat through time and space."
At the end of the intertwining of ancient earth's secrets and interstellar artillery, who wrote in whose palm——
"To live and die together is not called romance, it's called instinct."
Intention: The survival of civilization does not depend on oracles and technology, but on people as small as ants who use love as a blade to slit the throat of fate.