While checking the engine of the locomotive, Fan Sheng asked, "What's the matter?" It was already half past night, and he was still on his way in the second half of the night, and it was time to set off. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The girl is a little less hearty than when she was in the Maple Leaf Bar, and she is a little more timid, and the eyebrows above the peach blossom eyes are also a little softer.

"Why did you help me so much?" After standing for a while, Xi Xuan finally mustered up the courage to ask the doubts in her heart.

This time it was mortal's turn to pause, he put down the equipment in his hand to check the locomotive engine, walked to Xixuan, bent his waist slightly, and stared at the girl's face.

The girl hurriedly retreated, but was grabbed by the shoulders of mortal life and couldn't move. If there was usually a man so close to Xixuan, the girl would have punched the other party in the cheek, but now this man is strictly speaking, her benefactor. Although there is only profit in the wasteland, kindness is still valid for most people. Xi Xuan also had to control her fists and let Fan Sheng's face get closer and closer, but to be honest, the young man's face was indeed quite beautiful.

At the same time, Xi Xuan's face became more and more ruddy and attractive, and finally she endured it to the limit, and when she broke free from the young man's arm, Fan Sheng also took the initiative to let go of her.

"You look a lot like someone I know. ”

"Huh?" the girl's voice asked with a hint of questioning that even she didn't notice.

Of course, Mu Ne's mortal life didn't notice, he didn't explain her doubts to Xi Xuan, but continued: "Another thing is that you have the smell of fate in you. ”

This sentence, Fan Sheng said it when he first met the girl, but Xi Xuan didn't understand the meaning, just as Fan Sheng's nonsense, and now the same words came out of Fan Sheng's mouth again, making Xi Xuan ponder on the spot, but she couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

If a certain Kernel Cultivator above the [Yue] level was present, he would be shocked by what Mortal Life said about smelling fate. Those who have reached this level of core know more or less higher-level things, and can also feel some things that ordinary people can't feel, that is, as soon as fate is said in the mouth of mortals, they can feel fate at the [hunting] level, which has to be said to be the darling of fate.

And when she came back to her senses, Mortal Sheng had already assembled the steam locomotive and was ready to go.

Fan Sheng sat on the locomotive, wrapped in a large coat on his body, and re-wrapped strips of cloth on his cheeks, and covered his eyes with windproof goggles, not only to prevent the wind, but also to prevent insects. He called out "see you in two months", and left in a hurry without waiting for the girl's reply.

The roar of the noisy steam engine echoed in the small valley, and the small valley that was quite popular in the previous days was now only Xixuan, which seemed to be a little lonely, like the ebb and flow of the tide. But it is precisely because of this that the wasteland becomes a wasteland.

Xi Xuan smiled, tidied up the locomotive, and left the dust.

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A few days later.

Halfway through the night, a daytime creature lurked in the wasteland, and some scavengers had already set off for half the night. The town of Sombra is just as lively, and the entertainment venues are filled with rough miners, many of whom have just returned from the wasteland to their temporary home. As much as they face the threat of death in the wasteland, so much does the desire to revelry here. Men who are not yet married, or who are already married, here they throw pieces of shiny energy crystals from their hands in order to obtain alcohol, the plump flesh of women, unbridled lewd laughter, and the pleasure of gambling.

This is the life of ordinary waste pickers, waste people.

And at the entrance of Sombra Town, a slightly darker guard in Sombra Town who was standing guard took a mouthful of phlegm and said to his companion beside him: "Bai Yu, this is really energetic, she almost didn't squeeze me dry last night, or you can try it next time." ”

"I don't have the money to spare, this year the scavengers have caught much less elephants than before, and the prices of the elephant shops in the town have also increased, so if I don't take advantage of the dry season to buy more elephant meat, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this winter." Another Sombra guard accosted, his eyes fixed on the door.

The steam engine in the center of the town roared, and it could still be heard clearly even from the gate of the town, but it was now muffled by the louder spitting sound. "You're afraid that your wife won't let you go to bed in winter!" the guard who spoke earlier laughed at his companion.

His companion didn't answer him, because a locomotive was driving at the gate of Sombra.

"Who, this is Sombra, take out your proof. ”

In the wasteland, there are countless small towns like Sombra Town, towns established by ordinary wastelanders in suitable places, and the mayor of the town is the head of this group, controlling the town with some of his subordinates. The mayor pays money on time to the most powerful group of waste pickers gathered around him, ensuring a stable life. The wasteland is the bottom, and above her are powerful scavengers, and above the scavengers are the core.

Owning his own steam locomotive is a kind of identity, which means that this guy is at least an elite waste picker, and this kind of person is also the kind of person who is feared. They are responsible for the safety of Sombra.

Fan gave birth to the locomotive, blocking the glare with one hand, and holding the identification card with the other hand and passing it through the gap in the large metal door, he had also lived in Sombra for a year. As long as you pay some energy crystals on time, you can live in this safe environment, and you can buy necessary daily necessities, and there are not too many taxes, which can be regarded as a conscientious settlement.

The slightly darker guard took the identification card and looked at it twice, then at Fan Sheng, and after making sure that the other party was just alone and there was no problem, he gestured to the other guard who was holding a gun behind him. Immediately after that, the huge wheel at the doorway turned with a bell, and the metal door was slowly opened to the height that the mortal car could just enter, and it was no longer raised. And after the mortal beings entered, the metal door was also immediately lowered.

Crisis awareness exists in every corner of the wasteland.

And just as Fan Sheng took the identity certificate and was about to leave, the swarthy guard spoke: "Your identity certificate has expired, you can only live in Sombra Town for three days, if you don't want to be driven away, remember to renew tomorrow, don't forget, I have already recorded your information." ”

Fan Sheng had some doubts in his heart, he knew very well that his identity certificate would expire in two months, but now someone told him that it had expired, so he asked: "The identity certificate doesn't say that it will expire in two months, why will I renew it tomorrow." ”

It's okay for mortals not to ask, but this question makes the swarthy guard scold.

"If you pay the money, you will pay the money, why is there so much nonsense, I don't want to taste the means of the master. ”