Wu Di was excited, suddenly realizing, "It must be the hair color issue!"
"My hair color is too common!"
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Zhang Kuangās smile seemed a bit stiff, and the empty wine bottle in his hand fell onto the carpet.
"Kid, are you messing with me?"
The iron-headed youthās heart was pounding wildly, feeling a chill rising from the soles of his feet to his head, instantly giving him goosebumps all over.
He hurriedly shook his head and said, "No! Absolutely not!"
"This is the conclusion Iāve drawn after careful observation, detailed analysis, and long-term thinking!"
"Sword Master Lin Qiubaiās hair is purple."
To be precise, itās malva purple.
"Brother Ranās hair, black and white mixed, obviously belongs to someone with a story."
"Your hair, Demon Child, is red."
Zhang Kuangās hair is relatively long. If not combed, it would fall over his shoulders. At first glance, each strand seems soaked with never-drying blood.
"Red?"
Zhang Kuang raised an eyebrow, his fingers moved as if wanting to grab someoneās head: "Kid, you really are messing with me!"
In a trance, Wu Diās pupils slightly dilated, feeling as if he were being stared at by a primordial beast, trembling uncontrollably.
He used both hands and feet, hastily retreating several steps, curling up in the corner, shaking: "Your hair is really red!"
Hearing this, the Demon Child knitted his brows slightly, scrutinized Iron Head, and muttered to himself, "Not a lie."
After speaking, he plucked a hair from his head.
In the light, this hair shimmered with a crystalline red glow.
"My hair should be black."
Zhang Kuang grinned neurotically and laughed.
His thought process was clearly different from ordinary people, extremely erratic, and that devilish smile didnāt last long before it quickly disappeared: "Earth is a good place!"
"Just arrived a day ago, and encountered so many interesting things!"
"I shattered the space door of Cangming Star to descend to Earth, and the journey wasnāt all smooth sailing."
Zhang Kuang didnāt seem to want to continue discussing this topic, his fingers gently rubbing, around the hair, a pitch-black flame twined endlessly.
This blood-red hair instantly turned to a wisp of smoke, disappearing without a trace, not even ashes remained.
Wu Di panted heavily, his heart rate gradually returning to normal.
He felt it was his duty to educate the Cangming Star friend on common sense.
"It must be genetic mutation caused by interstellar travel!"
Wu Di picked up the topic, forcing an explanation: "We Earth Humans, though the average individual isnāt strong, our technological level is quite advanced!"
At this, he thought of the two White Mane aliens from earlier, his confidence immediately disappeared, yet he insisted on arguing: "Hmm! The results Brother Ran showcased today, you must have seen them, right?"
"It wonāt take long for the average combat power of Earthlings to rise, not much weaker than Cangming Star."
Zhang Kuang didnāt pay him the slightest heed, mysteriously producing a bottle of Erguotou from somewhere, drinking to his own content.
Being ignored was a daily routine for Wu Di.
He didnāt feel awkward at all, and continued earnestly: "On Earth, many countries have already succeeded in lunar exploration!"
"The spacecraft we launched can even reach the distant Mars!"
"In terms of interstellar travel, Earth Civilization has also accumulated a lot of experience!"
"Many people know, even taking corn, tomatoes, and peppers into space, upon return, the seeds may show significant genetic changes."
"Unfortunately, the soil on the Moon isnāt suitable for planting... Ah! Sorry, got off topic! Letās start with space exploration!"
Wu Di, without minding his dry mouth, started and couldnāt stop.
Previously consulting Zhang Kuang on tips for making friends, he had a setback but remained undeterred.
He now had a change of perspective, aiming to win Zhang Kuangās friendship.
In Wu Diās eyes, the Demon Child Zhang Kuang, able to perform solo interstellar travel without any protection and still alive and kicking on Earth, was quite an extraordinary feat.
Changing hair color was a minor thing, understandable.
Several minutes later, Wu Di finished his talk about interstellar travel and space exploration, eagerly looking at Zhang Kuang: "Demon Child..."
Zhang Kuang moved the bottle away from his lips, interrupting Wu Diās speech: "If itās the same nonsense as before, donāt bother."
Perhaps due to too much high-proof alcohol, his tone carried a hint of inebriation, inadvertently revealing much about himself: "Though Iām from a farming family, once facing earth and sky, relying on a small plot of land to live, but..."
"I have no talent for it, nor is it my ambition."
"Whether there can be farming on the Moon and Mars..."
"Iām not interested."
Wu Di froze for a moment, somewhat dazed.
If he didnāt hear wrong...
Didnāt the Demon Child just reveal his background?
This formidable being who swept the Cangming world, with awe-inspiring power, appeared on Earth like a roaring dragon, comes from a farming family?
The contrast was too strong!
For a foreigner hearing Zhang Kuangās story, they might think he is boasting, drunk, or speaking nonsense.
But Wu Di would not.
He is from China.
In Chinaās history, there indeed existed an extraordinary man, once a farmer, beggar, monk, who eventually unified the land!
Zhu Yuanzhang!
With Ming Taizuās precedent, though Demon Childās growth curve was jaw-dropping, it wasnāt unacceptable.
Wu Di believed everything Zhang Kuang said!
However...
From the Demon Childās words, Wu Di faintly sensed something amiss.
When Zhang Kuang mentioned "I have no talent for it, nor is it my ambition," his tone seemed a bit complicated...
Wu Di wasnāt very skilled at reading people, but his high concentration now could catch hints of displeasure, reminiscence, and nostalgia.
Could it be, in his childhood, Demon Childās greatest dream was to be an expert farmer?
"Surely an illusion!"
Wu Di shook his head, shifting the topic to the part most capturing his interest: "You mentioned a friend you could entrust your life to..."
Though the Demon Child clearly stated he has only one friend, however...
"Entrusting life" these four words, to Wu Di, possessed a fascination incomprehensible to others.
Wu Di envied that a lot!
He wanted such a friend!
Even having just one would suffice!
With Wu Di staring eagerly, Zhang Kuang pondered for a long time before suddenly speaking a word.
"Gun."
Without waiting for Wu Di to ask, the Demon Child proactively explained: "My gun is my closest companion, sharing life and death."
"In my eyes, itās more important than anything else."
Saying this, a touch of warmth seemed to linger in Zhang Kuangās eyes.
After finishing, a red light pierced through the door, landing between his brows.
At this moment, the Demon Childās mood seemed to take a brief dip: "Within a hundred miles, thereās no trace of it..."
Wu Di blinked, inadvertently asking, "Can a gun be considered a friend?"
"Could it be youāve been alone too long, thus imagining a weapon as your friend?"
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