[ He hears that word, Shizun, and it sends a shiver shooting down his spine, so quickly followed by a flick of wind from Shi Qingxuan's fan. Truly a technique to admire, much like how he enjoys using his fan: that's irrelevant but noted.
Luo Binghe holds steady in the onslaught of wind, his robes flying around him, hair whipping into a glorious, flowing mass. He looks quite heroic in that moment, and Shen Qingqiu pointedly does not turn to see him, does not answer that call.
He concentrates his qi in his dantian and projects his voice, calling out the door at remarkable, but not deafening, volume. ]
To those scientists running this room, cease the simulation immediately!
[ In that moment, Luo Binghe's expression can be compared favourably to that of a kicked puppy wondering why he's being so cruelly abandoned after having his tail stepped on. (He's long remembered that look on Luo Binghe's face when he was falling into the Endless Abyss, bleeding from his chest, staring up at Shen Qingqiu, betrayed, heart breaking. So said the System.)
The simulation seems to go fuzzy, like everything's blurred in a misting rain, and the surroundings start breaking down into polygons and pixels, fading into darkness before flashing just as abruptly a blinding, unforgiving white. ]
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Luo Binghe holds steady in the onslaught of wind, his robes flying around him, hair whipping into a glorious, flowing mass. He looks quite heroic in that moment, and Shen Qingqiu pointedly does not turn to see him, does not answer that call.
He concentrates his qi in his dantian and projects his voice, calling out the door at remarkable, but not deafening, volume. ]
To those scientists running this room, cease the simulation immediately!
[ In that moment, Luo Binghe's expression can be compared favourably to that of a kicked puppy wondering why he's being so cruelly abandoned after having his tail stepped on. (He's long remembered that look on Luo Binghe's face when he was falling into the Endless Abyss, bleeding from his chest, staring up at Shen Qingqiu, betrayed, heart breaking. So said the System.)
The simulation seems to go fuzzy, like everything's blurred in a misting rain, and the surroundings start breaking down into polygons and pixels, fading into darkness before flashing just as abruptly a blinding, unforgiving white. ]