There are not many ships or starships going to the M route, but they are not few, partly because this route is relatively safe and there is no chance of encountering star pirates. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's not that there are no star thieves, but they're all dead.

The nests of star thieves on several roads leading to M Star were completely raided, and none of them escaped alive.

I couldn't keep my savings for many years, and I didn't even have a pair of pants left.

Jokes, how can Fuka and Rongka let people stand in their way!

If you dare to swallow it, you will spit it out for both of them!

In fact, the people who take this route basically don't stop at M Star, so there are very few people who have the same destination as Yingzheng, and most of them get off the spaceship halfway.

Lu Zichu booked her the first cabin, and soon there were not a few people left around Yingzheng.

Ying Zheng leaned on the seat, supported her forehead and closed her eyes, a small blue ball emerged from her waist pocket, and before it could get out, it was pressed down by the palm of Ying Zheng, who closed her eyes.

This guy has been hungry for energy since he went outside.

If you really let it use the spaceship's stored energy, it will pay it back.

"Dear passengers, please note that the spacecraft will arrive at M in twenty minutes, please prepare for disembarkation, pack your belongings, and wish you a pleasant journey......"

The atmosphere of M star is very thick, and the pressure can be clearly felt when the spacecraft descends, and it is tightly pressed against the seat, and the view through the window is not good, and the large area of bare sand and gravel on the surface is brownish-yellow, and there is no grass.

The sun was shining brightly, and you could almost see the heat rising from the surface.

Its spaceship station is also very different from the tall and tall that Ying Zheng saw before, a large flat ground is surrounded by a metal mesh wall, and there are several dilapidated yellow mud houses next to it, and there is a dead tree growing next to the house that cannot be seen clearly on the spaceship, which is skewed at 75 degrees.

As soon as Ying Zheng got off the spaceship, he was confronted by two people, and the spaceship behind him flew after squirting, and the speed was extremely fast.

The two people in front of him were both men, one fat and one thin, with dark and yellow skin, and the shirtless fat man waved his arms and said to her, "Come with us to register......

The thin old man glanced at her a few times and followed.

The large site was surrounded by a metal mesh wall, with only a few exits, but for now everything was sealed off except for the one next to the dilapidated mud house.

The face under Ying Zheng's hat looked natural, and his flexible steps followed.

"Stand up. The fat, shirtless man pointed to a dusty disc on the ground.

There are more than a dozen people in the mud house, some are sitting at the lame table and playing with grass poles, some are poking cactus-like plants, and some are picking at the mud on dead trees that are completely covered by the wind and sand.

"What is this for?" asked Ying Zheng.

"Less so much nonsense, just stand up and know. The shirtless fat man was obviously impatient and didn't take Ying Zheng seriously.

Ying Zheng did not move.

So the thin old man stepped forward and pushed it, the shirtless fat man sneered when he saw it, the old man was a famous iron hand, and he was afraid that the internal organs would be shaken and damaged by his push, this person just didn't know each other, and said that he would do what he wanted to do quickly, and he didn't move his feet.

What happened next made the shirtless fat man dumbfounded.

The old man pushed his head, and the man still stood still in place.

On the contrary, Lao Zhangtou was bounced back a few steps by a force.

"Who the hell are you?" said the old man's voice with hostility.

Seeing this situation, those who played with the pen stopped playing, those who poked the 'cactus' stopped poking, those who picked the mud stopped picking at it, and the fugue people also collected their souls and went straight to surround them.