"Mark, do you want me to go to Kamihara?"

Grappling with the red eyes of the occasional round.

"Or do you want me to see that guy and just shred him?"

Mark couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard Takeji's answer.

Anyway, we've fought together a few times. Obviously, I admired it very much before, but now why do you want to fight and kill?

It's just that Qi Yu is unlucky enough, and it's not good to save people.

I wish he was safe!

Mark looked back at the darkness between heaven and earth, worried about his best friend. On the day Qi Yu left, Mark realized how deep Qi Yu's relationship with himself was.

Don't have anything, Qi!

Mark took a deep look at the grappling pole and made a gesture.

A huge black shadow descended on the open space next to the royal city, and the turbulent air currents almost swept away Appa and Ed's children, but fortunately, the armory guards next to them were quick to catch the little ones in time.

"Uncle Mark, are you going to find Uncle Qi?"

Appa was clearly not afraid of bumping into secrets, and asked Mark directly.

There are also these stinky boys, who work hard in the armory all day to earn food, and I don't know how many times they have helped Feiying brush their skins, so they are commonplace.

Mark lowered his head and touched the little girl's head, and said softly, "Yes." So you're going to have to wait in the armory for me to come back. Don't trick-or-treat old Chiron. ”

"Uh-huh!" The little girl nodded desperately, but there was a different light in her eyes.

Mark nodded, then turned to the grappling pole and nodded the same. Then I went up the very long gangway.

Walking to the door, Yu Dunara's extremely windy outfit appeared.

The old man greeted Mark and entered the cabin. Mark, on the other hand, bowed his head and entered the room where he had first come in.

The room with the strange Klein bottles.

The walls of the room emitted a milky white light.

The moment Mark entered, two more stools appeared on the floor, on either side of the table where the Klein bottles were placed.

"Brother!" Mark excitedly looked at the gradually solidifying figure on the stool opposite him and said excitedly.

Someone who is almost exactly like himself. His expression is obviously much more mature and stable.

"Mark. Long time no see. ”

As the figure spoke, the door to the room closed.

In the other room, Lao Yu Du had a different look.

In the treatment chamber in front of him, the eyes on the delicate face were tight, and the curly black hair revealed a trace of weakness.

"The Empty Prince......

Yu Du's eyes revealed a painful expression, the last time he came back, everyone was safe, except for the empty prince, who has not woken up until now.

The queen handed over the empty prince to teach herself, which was the glory and pride of the Yudu family's life.

It's just that now I'm deeply disappointed by myself.

Yu Du half-squatted down in the treatment chamber, praying in his heart, hoping that the prince of the sky would recover soon.

I don't know why, every time the empty prince heals to the last 99% of the process, he falls short.

The most important therapeutic reference factor is missing.

Old Yu Du hopes to find Her Royal Highness in Kamihara as soon as possible. As for someone who can provide a therapeutic reference factor. Old Yu Du didn't know, and expressed contempt.

While....... Dangdangdang

Old Yu Du woke up from his contemplation.

What's going on?

Didn't the spaceship start normally and fly to Kamihara?

The yellow light of the full cabin flickered on the walls, flowing in one direction.

Old Yu Du hurried out of the treatment chamber, only to find Mark hurriedly walking out of another cabin.

The two nodded to each other in surprise, then walked in the direction where the yellow light converged.

It is a gangway room. Did someone sneak up?

The two of them carried their weapons in their hands.

Mark still uses Tu Fan and the disciples, the more powerful version.

And the short stick that Old Yu Du obviously still used, of course, also shook off at this moment and scattered into a long light whip.

The two flanked each other from both sides of the gangway and then converged at the end.

The sight at the end was unexpected.

The little girl Apa, with the black and white sword and black sheath in her arms.

At this moment, Kenyi's feather veins were tightly enveloped in a huge round hole, desperately resisting the powerful attraction below.

The little girl is a black contact tube partially disassembled by a black sheath, tightly locked to the bulkhead of the Flying Shadow.

Mark and Hudu were also unstable by the temporary loss of pressure, but Mark knocked rhythmically on the wall a few times, and the yellow light flashed, and the round hole slowly became smaller.

At the last moment, the white sword leaped up one by one, entered the black sheath again, and then the two threw themselves into Appa's arms, ignoring the current scene.

The little girl walked over cautiously and smiled at the two: "Uncle Mark, Grandpa Yu Du, I said I was passing by, do you believe it?" ”

Yu Du's face was not angry and arrogant, but Mark nodded thoughtfully.

At that moment, Mark saw the hole in the belly of the Flying Shadow that had been forcibly opened. The edge of the hole was fine, dense and layered cuts, and Mark couldn't help but think of the sharp black wings of the grabber.

Not to mention that the person in charge of the maintenance of the fuselage is the old subordinate of the capture pole, Shu Yun.

When Mark thought of this, he still couldn't help but feel helpless about the trick-or-treating.

Moreover, the little girl was not the only one who was thrown up.

Mark walked up to Apa and crouched down, looked at her and held out his hand.

The little girl was obviously very smart, and with a turn of her head, she handed the white-bladed black sheath in her arms to Mark.

Mark smiled, took it, then gently pinched the little girl's delicate nose, helped her up, and then greeted Hudu, and the three of them returned to the cabin together.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

The little girl watched as Uncle Mark poured together the brown dried fruit powder, honey and milk, stirred it a few times, and then the strange smell wafted away.

Eagerly taking a sip, Appa leaned back in his chair contentedly and let out a long breath.

Sweet and fragrant, Apa is reluctant to drink it all at once.

Then she watched as Uncle Mark filled another large pot and put it in front of her.

It's really incurable! Appa cheered, quickly drained the drink in his hand, then stood on tiptoe and moved the large jug of Mark's drink to himself, and poured himself a full glass.

"Uncle Mark, whatever you want to ask, you can ask?"

"I'm a child, don't lie."