Far away in the galaxy, on a planet billions of light-years away, what are those highly evolved people doing at the moment?

Their planet is on the verge of destruction, their home will cease to exist, and their proud laws of existence will be mocked by fate.

So...... Are they really as peaceful and insecure as they seem?

What are the attitudes of those who have not yet found a new home towards another habitable planet?

Funny to say, the moment the plane crashed into the sea, all I could think about was this nonsense.

Angel dragged me out of my seat, and I couldn't hold my breath, so I had to pour two mouthfuls of seawater.

The throat was choked with salty and bitter seawater.

I probably poured more than two mouthfuls of seawater, because my abdomen was visibly swollen and my belt was very uncomfortable.

Consciousness begins to become hazy.

When I finally came ashore, I began to regret that I hadn't learned how to dive on the island.

I lay half-dead on the warm sand, the sun shining and blinding.

Suddenly, the scorching sun was obscured by a blurred face.

The face was getting closer, and I could faintly see his rosy lips moving.

Is he talking? It's a pity I can't hear anything clearly.

The feeling of being surrounded by sea water in the body is getting stronger and stronger.

In the confusion of consciousness, two fingers reached into my mouth, tentatively stirring.

The soft lip flap is covered and the mint-scented air permeates the senses.

I nudged him - I could still breathe.

When he was fished out of the sea by An Yanke, it seemed to be like this.

The Grim Reaper may not be willing to take me in.

My chest was pressed hard, and the seawater mixed with gastric juice seemed to break through the resistance of my respiratory tract and gush out of my mouth and nose.

The feeling of bloating in my abdomen finally disappeared, and my breathing finally became smoother.

I opened my mouth to breathe heavily, my limbs still weak, and my vision was not clear.

"Kang Rong, how are you?" Angel slapped my face and shook her big hand back and forth in front of my eyes.

"Not dead." I tried to sit up.

"Kang Rong, we ......" Angel hesitated, "we may not be able to leave." ”

“……”

I'm speechless. What kind of dangerous goods are placed in the back seat of the plane, does Angel really not know?

Is it worth the trouble for an unrealistic utopia?

"What about them?" I took off my coat, threw away my tie, and loosened the top two buttons of my shirt.

The intense irritability brought me back to my original self.

"Who? Who? Angel reached over and grabbed my wet hair.

"Aldo, and Van Yesh."

“……”

"I guessed right...... "I looked at a few figures not far away, "is it for the quantum bridge?" You're all smarter than me, isn't it easy to hack into my computer? Just take what you want, what's the point of trapping me here? ”

"Kang Rong, you listen to me......" Angel broke my face, "You believe me, I have nothing to do with them." ”

"......," I looked into his eyes, "that's my fault for you." ”

"Let's go." Angel said and was about to pull me up.

"Mr. Kang Rong, we meet again." Aldo greeted me.

"I heard that you've lived on the island for a long time, but your diving skills aren't very good." Van Yesh followed in a strange way.

"Kang Rong, ignore them, let's go." Angel pulled me to the other side.

"Angel, stop being willful. Uncle Zhao is here, and now with the principal. He wants to see you. Van Yesh strode up and stopped in front of us.

"What is he doing here?" Angel stopped.