This proves two problems, one is that they found a channel on the spacecraft where communication can be conducted.

Another is that they find it impossible to communicate directly.

They are now obviously using various methods to let each other know their communication methods.

What this requires is strength and wisdom.

They did not use violence, they solved the problem in a more gentle way.

There is no anxiety in their faces, they are so calm.

They seem to be teaching a newborn baby, little by little, full of patience and care.

So the audience felt that two people would definitely succeed, and teaching a child to learn to speak is almost the same in a year.

Three years is enough to ask a child to have normal communication, unless the child is too stupid.

In other words, as long as the thing you communicate with them is not too stupid, they will slowly teach each other how to communicate like they raise children.

Sure enough, the audience saw that Gongsun Murong and Narasha came to find the others and surrounded the spaceship for various activities.

They kept talking and doing movements.

This underground hall became their base.

They went out to hunt, and they were talking about various things here.

They treated the spaceship as a child who listened quietly to them.

"Dad, it's so tiring. They keep teaching this way? Did you teach me this way at the beginning?" A four-year-old baby looked at the screen and asked his father who was grilling for him.

When the father handed the roasted skewers to his son, he smiled and said, "Actually, it's not tired. The real tiredness is that there is no hope. Your mother and I know that one day you will talk, so we think it's a very relaxed and happy thing."

"Dad, I love you, and I love mom, too." The baby kissed his father hard and rubbed his father's face with oil.

"Mom and I love you too." When my father smiled happily.

"Dad, I'll help you bake something, look." The baby suddenly stretched out his finger, and a flame suddenly appeared on it, and directly burned the skewers of meat his father was holding.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I can't eat it anymore." The baby looked full of regret.

His father, oh, should say his father: "…."

"My son is a magician~!"
Chapter completed!