As night fell, a touch of sunset fluttered in the sky, like a great warning.

After school, with the flow of people, he walked out of the gate of the college, waved his hand, and watched Yang Long, who was riding a cool motorcycle and carrying Shufu away. Wang Yang and Wen Qingqing continued to move forward, walking on the sidewalk of the neon bridge outside the school gate, the traffic on the bridge was slow, and the water under the bridge was smooth, Wang Yang asked casually: "Yang Long told you a joke, see how happy you are!" ”

"Not suitable for children!"

Wen Qingqing was extremely rare and did not have any broken thoughts, and a bright flush appeared on her green face. Her cheeks grew redder and redder like drops of blood.

When Wang Yang saw this, he felt a burst of apprehension in his heart, so he didn't say anything all the way, and his innocence was heartbreaking.

The wind of desire has been blowing for thousands of years, and there will be a heartbreaking innocence buried deep in everyone's heart, which can always be remembered inadvertently, and it will last for a long time!

Seeing Wen Qingqing walk onto the bus stop and catch the bus, Wang Yang stepped on roller skating and slid into the depths of the brightly lit neighborhood.

The skate-like shuttle bus on the narrow track, the carriage is abruptly above the air at a height of three meters, and the telescopic device similar to the observation elevator can put passengers on the bus stop in front of each building, which is extremely convenient and comfortable.

As the seat of the official office of Naco County, Oro County, Gujiao Town was also a prosperous place with a population of more than one million and a golden fan in the interstellar era when the population was growing explosively. There is not only a bus system with a bit of dreamy colors and always a seat, but also occasions where the clothes are exposed and dancing wildly to make the vulgar men excited, and there are also celebrity courtesans with red lips and thin eyebrows walking in front of and behind the dignitaries, and patrolling police cars running on the streets, which can always make the indulgent and unscrupulous life uneasy.

Wang Yang was not uneasy at this time, and the huge excitement urged him to slide on the street, not avoiding pedestrians, not looking at red lights, and the driver who braked so angrily rolled down the window and scolded.

He's going to buy a knife, a tungsten armor piercing knife, a controlled knife.

Only a knife of this material can break through the cuticle of the scale armor of the starry sky beast, splash wisps of blood, and give a tragic shadow to the young man with the dream of wealth.

The job of a folk butcher with a knife is basically decided, and buying a knife has become a matter of urgency.

Even though Zhou Chong's sister is the editor-in-chief of the talent recruitment information network, Wang Yang and Zhou Chong are classmates, and Zhou Chong has a small pigtail that falls into Wang Yang's hands.

The indescribable essence of "kissing and benevolent people" is that in life, you either join your relatives or rely on your friends, and you have no owner and are bruised all over your body.

To put it in layman's terms, there is a chicken and dog ascending to heaven first, and then there is a "pan-love public"!

There is nothing wrong with this, but what is wrong is the secular life under the official position, and there is always a painful and unquenchable spirit flowing in people's hearts.

Of course, tungsten steel armor-piercing knives are controlled knives, and you have to have some ways to buy them.

Wang Yang found Mi Mao and directly explained his intentions, without a greeting with mud and water: "Mao Zai, I want to buy a knife!" ”

"What? Homicide! ”

Mi Mao was sitting in front of the stall, eating a mouthful of oily fat rice noodles, smashing his lips, and not letting go of the dishes and chopsticks, just looking at Wang Yang, who was sitting down on the table with his feet on roller skating, and asked casually, and the stone was shocked.

After asking, he smiled, and a scar from the corner of his forehead to the tip of his brow made his smile look quite strong.

Next to him sat a girl with thick curly hair, picked up a tissue and wiped her lips, looked up at Wang Yang, showed a charming smile, and then picked up a piece of watermelon with ice slag and took a bite.

"You just had an abortion, so eat less cold!"

The corners of Wang Yang's mouth opened, his eyes roamed back and forth several times, and suddenly he didn't know what to say.

Mi Mao settled a sentence, looked at Wang Yang, and said, "I haven't eaten yet!" ”

"Hmm!"

"Boss, another bowl."

Mi Mao shouted, and added: "By the way, add more fat sausages to my friend!" ”

No matter how different Mimao's youth was, no matter how cheap and humble his self-righteous hairstyle and clothes were, he was still as generous and kind as thousands of young men.

Although he was a few months younger than Wang Yang and less than sixteen years old, he stayed away from the campus early to support his life.

An orphan who lost his father in childhood and whose mother remarried in another country.

If you are not an orphan, it is difficult to understand Mi Mao, and it is difficult to appreciate all the sorrows, tenacities, struggles, and love of his life.

The girl still didn't care about eating melons, and the two teenagers were eating fat rice rolls, drinking coke, and chatting about each other's recent situation.

When the topic talked about the life of the armor academy, Mi Mao did not hide his inner desire and envy, there was a faint mist in his eyes, and suddenly he slapped his hand on Wang Yang's shoulder, hugged him, and said, "Brother Yang, let's go, let's buy a knife." ”

With Mi Mao's help, Wang Yang was soon fully armed, carrying a thick-backed machete on his shoulder, and twenty-four boning knives of different styles were inserted into his waist...... It is all made of tungsten steel, splitting stones and opening joints, and stomping on iron and creating lines.

Of course, these knives have been treated, and at first glance they look like pig-killing knives.

In this way, Mi Mao was still not at ease, and tied a red ribbon to the handle of the thick-backed machete, with six big characters on it: "Folk Butcher with a Knife".

According to Mi Mao's statement: Yang, you openly walk in the downtown with a knife like this, not the whole small banner, the name is not right, it is easy to cause public panic, not to mention, and you can't get rid of your claws when you are caught by the police uncle.

"Brother has been in and out several times, and he has been sinned!"

Mi Mao's voice was low when he said this, and his tense face could not see the immaturity and youthfulness of a teenager, as if he was calmly recounting the unforgettable life process.

Near the gate of the community, someone is crying!

With the help of the warm orange street lamp light, I saw a simulated robot playing with a little girl in the flower bed in front of the community.

The robot is wearing a plaid dress with a beautiful back, probably modeled after the image of the little girl's mother.

The little girl, who was also wearing a plaid dress, was holding the robot's hand at this time, turning her head and staring at the side and upward, with tears in her eyes.

Following her tearful gaze, the public welfare light curtain directly above the gate of the community was playing a sensational news: the scientific research fleet belonging to Tristiro Interstellar Expedition Company encountered a void monster in a nebula 30 million light years away from Earth, and the entire army was wiped out without a life.

Then there is the blurred picture, accompanied by a breathtaking whistling sound of heart-wrenching twists and turns.

But seeing the depths of the tumbling nebula, there seemed to be dozens of fireflies looming one by one, getting closer and closer, and in an instant, the giant ship was in the sky, the portholes were brightly lit, and a fleet flying across the vast stars slowly stopped, and the void hovered.

Knock knock!

Nearly 100 flares broke through the sky, exploded like flowers, blew up the dense nebula like fog, blew up the entire sky, and blew up the thirty-six layers of the heavenly palace, so that all demons and monsters appeared.

"Bud!"

"Sea of Flowers!"

"It's so beautiful!"

……

There were bursts of exclamations in the communication channel, and the voices revealed infinite surprise and surprise.

But I saw the flower buds the size of the millstone, the branches and leaves larger than the dear plate, and the branches and leaves floating in the void, piercing thousands of roots into the depths of the nebula, as if absorbing water.

The endless buds are arranged at equal distances, layered on top of each other, staggered up and down, neatly like a starlight honor guard, swaying and dancing rhythmically, as if the wind lifts the lotus leaves, and like the rain hitting the plantains, which is extremely charming.

Carefully observe which roots, there are scales and armor, like a weeping dragon with its tail to the sky, and like a red-scaled python shaking its head and tail, in the blink of an eye, the endless void is shattering, collapsing, until nothingness. The colorful starlight star power is like a stream flowing backwards to the sea, and the endless "roots" rush up to the roots and into the buds.

The layers of petals stretch and close again and again in the swaying and dancing, as if breathing, blooming in the swaying, shining in the dance, and the stars twinkle in a moment.

Wow!

The corner of the sky was shattered, the sea of flowers passed through like a hurricane, and a wave surged, so fast that people were caught off guard, and the shipboard command channel sounded an urgent order:

"Attack!"

"Full Fire Attack!"

……

Huge cannonballs suddenly poked out, and one after another dense cannonballs roared and roared, accompanied by a warrior in armor who leaped out of the sky and rose into the sky.

Without waiting for the cannonballs to fall, without waiting for the armored warriors to converge into a torrent of steel, the waves passed, the entire fleet disappeared without a trace, and the bones of thousands of armored warriors were gone.

Thousands of nuclear bombs, annihilation bombs, and antimatter bombs that are enough to bring the earth into the end of the world are nothing more than torrential rocks, stirring up a few waves, splashing a few petals, a few broken leaves, and a few roots.

Everywhere the sea of flowers passed, the whole sky was like a broken mirror, revealing the breath of decay and decay in the blink of an eye.

The shattered void is still decaying, like a cobweb; The cobwebs quickly melted, and at last only the gray and dead space remained, giving people an endless desolation of the heavens.

Wang Yang froze on the spot, Mi Mao was already trembling, his hands were clenched into fists, and his nails were deeply sunk into the flesh.

In the interstellar era, left-behind children abound, most of these children are brought up by life service intelligent robots, and their parents are mostly warriors who fight in the starry sky.

To some extent, these left-behind children are not even as good as the left-behind children in ancient times. At that time, although the children were working hard outside the home, they were accompanied by elderly grandparents.

In the interstellar era, our ancestors have walked out of the journey from generation to generation, chasing the road of the ultimate evolution of individual life, and few people have returned.

Some people disappeared into the depths of the starry sky like this, with no flesh and blood left, and they couldn't even get their souls back.

The little girl twisted her head stupidly, tilted her head slightly, and stared at the light curtain with teary eyes, like a statue crying.

In the depths of the starry sky where the light curtain flows, there may be her parents, or maybe her parents are lucky not to be among them, but her tears are full of indescribable complex situations, sadness, throbbing, and endless tender longing.

The girl in a thick costume who had just had an abortion and a blood-colored maple leaf oozed from the back of her skirt, at some point, pulled her shoulder-length curls to her forehead, covering most of her face, leaving only a shadow of a pink chin.

There was a crystal teardrop on her chin, like a tear mole, in the darkness of this night!

In the darkness of this night, the eight poles of vision have been thinking for thousands of years, and the ragged ancients stumbled all the way from ancient times, and finally became the master of the earth with a weak body. I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees. ”