Star Dome Railway: The opening performance of Taixu Sword God

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Surprised, he looked to the side at Yan, who was playing a game:

"No, are you really here with me?"

Yan's angular cheeks were illuminated by the light of the screen, and his fingers were pressing quickly on the screen:

"What's wrong? Isn't it normal?"

March rubbed his eyes and said lazily:

"I thought you were going to cause trouble."

Given Yan's urinary nature, it wouldn't be surprising to just take her chair away and let her lie down on the floor to sleep alone.

No matter what happens, you have to leave her here and go do whatever you want.

Why do you really just put it aside and play games this time?

"What's there to do?"

Yan put aside the screen with 'Victory' written on it and silently put on his black coat.

After putting on his coat, he stood up with his mobile phone and said casually:

"Let's go and have dinner."

"Oh."

March thumped his back and stood up.

The two of them actually walked towards the food stall.

……

the next day.

The Silver Mane Iron Guard's sentry was smashed by a mysterious gang again.

……

Day three.

There are many insulting graffiti on the walls of Fort Clipper.

……

Fourth day.

A large number of Silver Mane Iron Guards were hospitalized due to food poisoning.

……

In the past few days, Yan Huan did not stay at Clipperburg, but stayed at the Goethe Hotel like March th.

In the hotel lobby.

Yan still picked a corner and silently ordered some fried food.

After the events of the past few days, March Qi became increasingly uneasy, and was not in the mood to grab something to eat with Yan.

Seeing his teammates in front of him still looking as if nothing had happened, March complained:

"Hey, hey, hey, Dan Heng has been exhausted these past few days. Don't we really want to help? Don't you know about those things?"

Yan nodded silently and naturally watched TV series on his mobile phone while eating French fries.

"I know, so we have nothing to do. Let's go back to the space station tomorrow to collect the interest."

"?"

……

At this time, Dan Heng was standing by the wall of Clipper Castle together with others.

They silently used tools to clean up the graffiti.

[The city builders are despicable and shameless! ! 】

[Give back the lives of my wife and children! ! 】

【It's all your fault...it's all your fault! ! 】

……

Looking at these large characters spray-painted with red paint, Dan Heng couldn't help but sigh.

Chapter 169 Friends, don’t get involved in a country’s political affairs

Late at night.

Cocolia sat on the office chair. After looking at the piles of documents on the table, she silently grabbed the coffee and took a sip.

Then he continued to hold the pen and correct the documents one by one.

……

Under the dim yellow light.

Bronya squatted on the steps of Clipperburg.

Suddenly, she felt something hit her.

So, she took out a cigarette from her pocket that had been crushed into shape.

It seems to have been in my pocket for a long time.

"..."

"Damn, you haven't thrown away this Hibiscus King yet?"

Pella passed by and accidentally saw what was in Bronya's hand.

"Ah."

Bronya nodded slightly and silently put the cigarette butt into her pocket again.

This was the first day that Yan Huan came to Belloberg, and she tricked Bronya into buying it.

After Bronya bought it, Yan Huan gave one to her and Pella each.

At that time, Perla gave the cigarettes that Yan Huan gave her to the smoking iron guard that day, but Bronya kept them.

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

Perla also squatted down and handed Bronya a can of soda.

The latter took it silently.

In the quiet night, there was a "Puch" sound.

Then Bronya took a few gulps.

When her thin lips left the can, she couldn't help but sigh.

"...Pella, what should we do?"

"..."

Pella shifted her center of gravity and sat directly on the steps, stretching her legs forward and smiling bitterly:

"We will do whatever the Great Guardian says. Isn't this very clear?"

Bronya was stunned:

"...Are you going to put all the pressure on your mother again?"

"Oh, there's nothing we can do about it."

"..."

Bronya hugged her knees, sat on the steps like Pera, and said softly:

"Some things are really beyond the control of mother. She is also a human being."

Pella nodded slightly:

"Yes, I understand too. The star core found an ordinary wanderer and assimilated it on the spot. The guardian could last so long in the past, and the time could be calculated in years. This is already a feat."

“She was really dedicated to Beloberg.”

"Whether it was before or now."

Bronya buried her head in her knees and murmured:

"So, what can we do now."

Pella pursed her lips and smiled:

"I can't help it. Have you forgotten why you bought the Furong King for Yan Huan in the first place? Even you yourself feel that the people in the lower class are pitiful."

"Now that some people are gathering together to launch a rebellion, it should be expected by the Guardian."

Bronya sighed:

"Then, what about the contribution made by the mother?"

"She's in bad luck."

"?"

At this time, Bronya and Pella turned back one after another.

A handsome guy with blue hair sat behind the two of them at some unknown time.

The sack next to him seemed to contain some cups.

Seeing the two people staring at him like this, Sang Bo smiled casually and said shamelessly:

"That's what it is. What else is passed down from generation to generation besides wind and snow and endless despair?"

"Before Big Brother came, our Great Guardian gave speeches every day saying not to give up and not to despair. But she, who knows the most inside information, doesn't know that the situation is by no means hopeless?"

Sambo took out a scepter from the sack and wiped it while saying:

"You know clearly that the result is hopeless, so why can't you understand why you find another way? Besides, I do hate the blockade order, but in that case, there is no other way."

"Let's put it this way, at least the supply of materials in the heart of the furnace has never been cut off. No matter how hard the Iron Guards in the upper area fight with those world-splitting creatures, and no matter how many casualties there are, the supplies are still sent to the lower area."

Seeing Sangbo talking, Pella raised her eyebrows and said:

"Damn it, do you still pay attention to these things? I thought you were only looking out for yourself."

"Hey, those of us who run small businesses, can we not pay attention to the general trend of the world?"

Sambo stroked the exquisite scepter and said with a smile:

"As the saying goes, there is no right or wrong in war. There is no winner on the battlefield!"

"Our great guardian is a miserable person, and some of the guys in the lower area are also miserable. Just relying on some old-fashioned 'righteousness' or 'morality' cannot cope with this kind of situation."

It was quiet around Fort Clipper.

Sambo's words reached Bronya's ears very clearly.

"Then you say..." Bronya looked at Sambo:

"What will mother do next?"

Sangbo stood up silently:

"Huh? You ask me, how do I know? I'm just here to buy goods, so I took the first step!"

Bronya said in a deep voice:

"If you leave like this, you will appear on the death row list tomorrow."

"Haha...that's right, my hands are a bit cheap."

Sambo touched his nose and threw the scepter in the sack to Bronya.

After the latter hurriedly caught it, the handsome blue-haired boy smiled and said:

"Okay, okay, now the things in my sack are not so hot. Even if I get caught, I will be detained for a few days at most, haha."