Wu Di was excited, suddenly realizing, "It must be the hair color issue!"

"My hair color is too common!"

???

Zhang Kuang's 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 youth's 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 I've drawn after careful observation, detailed analysis, and long-term thinking!"

"Sword Master Lin Qiubai's hair is purple."

To be precise, it's malva purple.

"Brother Ran's hair, black and white mixed, obviously belongs to someone with a story."

"Your hair, Demon Child, is red."

Zhang Kuang's 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 someone's head: "Kid, you really are messing with me!"

In a trance, Wu Di's 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 didn't 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 wasn't all smooth sailing."

Zhang Kuang didn't 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 isn't 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 won't take long for the average combat power of Earthlings to rise, not much weaker than Cangming Star."

Zhang Kuang didn't 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 didn't 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 isn't suitable for planting… Ah! Sorry, got off topic! Let's start with space exploration!"

Wu Di, without minding his dry mouth, started and couldn't 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 Kuang's friendship.

In Wu Di's 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 Di's speech: "If it's the same nonsense as before, don't bother."

Perhaps due to too much high-proof alcohol, his tone carried a hint of inebriation, inadvertently revealing much about himself: "Though I'm 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…"

"I'm not interested."

Wu Di froze for a moment, somewhat dazed.

If he didn't hear wrong…

Didn't 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 Kuang's story, they might think he is boasting, drunk, or speaking nonsense.

But Wu Di would not.

He is from China.

In China's history, there indeed existed an extraordinary man, once a farmer, beggar, monk, who eventually unified the land!

Zhu Yuanzhang!

With Ming Taizu's precedent, though Demon Child's growth curve was jaw-dropping, it wasn't unacceptable.

Wu Di believed everything Zhang Kuang said!

However…

From the Demon Child's 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 wasn't 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 Child's 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, it's more important than anything else."

Saying this, a touch of warmth seemed to linger in Zhang Kuang's eyes.

After finishing, a red light pierced through the door, landing between his brows.

At this moment, the Demon Child's mood seemed to take a brief dip: "Within a hundred miles, there's no trace of it…"

Wu Di blinked, inadvertently asking, "Can a gun be considered a friend?"

"Could it be you've been alone too long, thus imagining a weapon as your friend?"

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