Fate and the Apostles

Uncle Bud

prologue

At night, looking at the starry sky, the stars twinkle and blink and close, the vast sky is dyed blue, the sky is dotted with stars, and the distant light bands echo each other from afar, which makes people fascinated.

I don't know how vast he is, how deep he is, dotted with flowers, there is no end in sight, and I can't tell the boundary.

The stars are like fireflies, blue like the sea, whistling by, the waves are rushing, and the fireflies drift in the meantime, forming a beautiful drifting layer, swaying and moving.

It changed and teased the light band, shy, and the light band also gently played with the stars, and turned around lightly, as if leaving, and shyly turned its head to look at the stars, blinking, as if hinting at whether you would follow me.

In the distance, purple, dark red, bright yellow, like flowing gold mixed with stretched outward, like a fountain of flowing light and passing shadows, like stretched lotus leaves slowly curled out of her palm, for a moment I thought I could hold her palm, kiss the fragrance of the fragrance, like a mother.

Bang, the skull has a bag.

Mo Neng, what are you doing, you're drooling, you've eaten meat, it's been a long time, waiting for dawn, we can't do anything, hurry up.

Mo Neng, touched his head aggrievedly and said, "Yes, don't hit me on the head in the future, I'll be naïve." ”

Nie Zhe kept a straight face, glared, and said loudly: "Dead boy, then I'll hit you in the face next time." ”

Mo Neng looked at Nie Zhe, stood up cautiously, took his tools, and bent down to follow Nie Zhe forward.

Venus Red Star is an ordinary planet, the morning light is dew, as far as the eye can see, it is red, and the surroundings are silent, only the fierce cold wind blows.

In the distance, it was flat, and as far as the eye could see, several mountains stretched out into the distance, a barren place, the sky refracted light, and the land showed a red, yellow, white, and strange gold.

Several hills stood alone, silent, gusts of wind blowing, suffocating, everywhere revealing dead silence and desolation, only the sound of the wind blowing the sand.

Listening to the sound of his own breathing and footsteps hitting the ground, Han liquid wrapped in sand and rubbing the thumb of the soles of his feet, and the slight pain accompanied by the sound of breathing reached his brain, making Mo Neng a little unable to keep up with Nie Zhe's pace.

I had to look at the back in front of me and the night blue sky and the golden red clay in the distance.

Silently followed, walking, unable to tighten the edges, and strive to make the conscious mood better.

I don't know if the chisel-toothed beast can't come out today, and I haven't eaten the chisel-toothed beast's meat for a long time, so I can't look at Nie Zhe's back and be full of confidence.