I turned my head, it was strange, there were no potholes, no strange balls, the place where we had just slept was calm, just one more thing. When you look closer, it is a pig, in fact, its appearance is completely out of line with a pig, with a hooked nose and cross-eyes, ears like jasmine in July, and a mouth like a pregnant woman's navel; the limbs are particularly peculiar, each of which is made up of countless almost transparent milky white rings superimposed, these rings are increasing from top to bottom, and they do not fit each other, similar to the bellows of an accordion, so this guy has been gently swaying in the wind; the egg-yellow torso is like a wine barrel, covered with light fluff, and there are two backrests fixed on the back; behind the seat stands a conical dark brown tail about a foot long, and there is a triangular hole in the middle of the hipsThe only evidence that can indicate that this guy is a pig is directly below this hole, and there are three eye-catching golden seals engraved in a horizontal row: Optimus Pig.

Why does this thing fly? I was curious and groped it up and down, not even my butt, but I couldn't find the manual. Although it is obvious that this guy is artificial, the feel of the fur is exactly the same as those pigs raised by the third senior brother, and even the smell on the body is the same, and I even touched several live lice, obediently, this is too realistic. On the left side of its neck, there is a handle-shaped joystick, a pull tab on the right side, and three buttons on the back of the head, which are written from front to back, "Optimus", "Hidden Earth", and "Pig". I didn't dare to press it, because if I wasn't dreaming just now, it was clearly spewing yellow-green tail smoke from the sky.

At this moment, the Optimus Pig looked at us slightly sideways, and fell to the ground on his knees, making a soft purr. Looking at a "pig" who does not look like a pig at all doing camel-like movements, I can't tell how weird it is. It's an invitation to sit down, right? But who sent it, where is it going to take us, and what's going to happen next?

As Master said, I have inherited my father's open-mindedness, so in my opinion, it is likely that Master or one of his high-ranking friends saw that we had worked too hard all the way and specially sent another magical treasure, or that some noble person admired my ability or character and planned to sponsor me to complete my great mission, or that four other strange people heard that I had come down the mountain, so they took the initiative to gather together and invite me to take charge of the overall situation...... Eighty percent is a good thing anyway.

The girl had been eager to try this flying pig for a long time, and I rode up with her one after the other. The seats are covered with thick eiderdown cushions, which are soft and comfortable. As soon as we sat down, Optimus raised its head and made the same strange sound as when it appeared, deafening. Then, with a bang, four light green flames instantly erupted from under its four feet, and the whole pig rose from the ground, dragging a long white smoke, like a giant arm pointing straight to the sky. After flying into the air, the flames under the soles of the feet suddenly went out, and at the same time, a green and yellow light erupted from behind the buttocks, and it shot forward like arrows.

The wind howled and tore at our clothes, the seats were slightly hot, and a faint cloud of heat wrapped us tightly around us. I was afraid of heights, I didn't dare to look anywhere with my eyes closed, I used luck to steady my breathing, my arms around the pig's neck, my legs tightly clamped the pig's belly, but I heard the girl ask loudly behind me: "Hey, where did you come from, where are you going?"

I said, "Are you crazy talking to pigs? Have you ever seen a pig talk?"

"Then have you ever seen a pig that can fly?" the girl asked rhetorically, "and it is not surprising that they can fly, and they can speak." ”

However, this pig really can't speak, and doesn't respond to the girl's accosting, and it may also talk but it's not allowed to chat during working hours. In the blink of an eye, we were flying over a strange city. The Optimus Pig made a "whoosh" sound and landed steadily on an empty street.

The wind is howling, desolate and piercing, and looking around, except for the scattered ruins and broken walls, there is hardly a trace of evidence of the existence of human civilization. We feel as if we are in a distant ancient ruin, but our senses of smell and hearing perceive the smell of the cemetery. Directly ahead, a broken carriage let out a mournful moan, half a plaque hung in the air and creaked, the morning light was first revealed, and the word "Zhuang Pi" was vaguely recognizable by the faint light. The grass was barren, the moss was everywhere, the door was pitch black, and a few broken wooden windows were covered with strips of rags, ping-pong in the wind.

"What kind of place is this, it's not haunted, is it?" asked me.

"Ghosts, they've been eaten up a long time ago. "A deep, magnetic voice came from behind me in the cold wind, and although it was pleasant, it gave me goosebumps.

Turning around, the mist was misty, and a stone arch bridge was faintly revealed about ten paces away from us, with two torches stuck under the piers, and a thin body curled up in the pile of stones with light and shadow, this physique and the voice were difficult to match.

He was fiddling with something on the ground, not looking at us, not getting up and coming, as if he had not said what he had just said, and that our existence had nothing to do with him.

We walked over and stood beside him, not knowing if we should start introducing ourselves. He shrunk on the ground like a naughty boy, humming a children's rhyme out of tune, holding most of the bread in his left hand, and missing three fingers in his right hand.

The light of the torches illuminated a swarm of ants between the cracks in the stones, some of them hurrying with cake crumbs in their mouths, some of them shuttling back and forth to tell each other, and some of them working together to carry them. The girl and I were fascinated by the little creatures, and had no idea how strange it was to be in such a desolate and gloomy place with a stranger to watch the ants carry food.

It wasn't until the bread was divided that we came to our senses, and the man breathed a sigh of relief, clapped his palms, and said to himself, "Ant prince, life is like a dream." ”

The girl said, "You are so loving, the ants are fed so carefully." ”

The man seemed to laugh softly, still bowing his head, and said, "There are thousands of living beings in the world, and no one is an opponent of people, and a weak one like an ant can kill it with a slight pinch." But don't forget, after death, the flesh is nothing more than the ant's belly. So, while you're still alive, be kind to the ants. ”

"Uh......" The girl and I were speechless.

The man stood up and looked at us, and we saw him in full: cloth and straw sandals, long arms, no ornaments on his body, slightly brown skin, sunken cheekbones, sharp eyes, a wide, flat nose, and red tendrils on his sideburns. I had a bunch of question marks in my stomach, and I didn't know which one to take, so he opened his mouth first: "In Xia Lu Tianci." ”

As the leader of the "Humanitarian Alliance," this pomp and circumstance was too simple. Lu Tianci didn't care about our doubts, walked towards the street by himself, his eyes fell on the dilapidated and withered old attic, and said in his mouth: "This Zhuangbi Building used to be the first floor in the world, prosperous and unparalleled, but now it is so desolate. The so-called scenery, but the epiphany, in this ruins fortunate to meet the two, there is wind and sand to help the fun, no leisure and trouble, but also have a different taste. His tone was unhurried, and there was a calmness in his tone.

Then next door is the Shouren Pavilion where my father and mother met, and according to Master, I was born here. Before the legendary image could be reproduced in my mind, it was blown away by the wind and sand wrapped in dead branches and leaves.

The girl said, "Why don't you even have a follower?"

Lu Tianci pointed to the stunned pig: "Isn't there one?" ”

I asked, "This pig...... How can you fly?"

"I made it out of a strange stone, and because it was too fast, no one could keep up, so I didn't have an entourage. ”

No wonder the "Humane Alliance" was able to sweep through the martial arts, and no one could match it in terms of the level of technology in terms of equipment alone.

The girl exclaimed: "It seems that the legendary magic weapons that specialize in various martial arts are also true!"

"The little skill of carving insects has bothered the old antiques in the military department. Lu Tianci's modest tone revealed a hint of arrogance.

I suddenly remembered the topic: "By the way, what are you looking for us?"

Lu Tianci moved his gaze slightly into the air: "Talk about major events in the world." ”>