Lentinium, a certain Han Baiyi once fought fiercely with Tallulah and Da Bo Slip, leaving countless traces of artillery fire and smoke on Queen Diana Street.

A petite, white-haired, red-eyed girl in black silk knelt on the ruins of a building down the street, holding a strangely shaped black stick that looked more like a hanging bottle holder than a sorcerer's staff, with a blood bag hanging from it.

At this time, the girl's expression was inextricably intoxicated, and her whole body knelt in the middle of the dusty ruins, looking at the few dark red blood stains left in the ruins.

If it weren't for the forced restraint of reason, and the fact that the taste had changed after the blood had dried up, she even suspected that she would be tempted to stick out her little tongue and lick it.

"Ahh

"It's really unbearable."

The gray-haired girl's voice almost trembled.

"Warfarin, are you sure you've never tasted like this?"

Standing next to the white-haired girl was a more petite girl with a pair of long donkey ears on top of her head, brown hair, and a blue hoodie.

Warfarin, who had long white hair, was still lying next to the bloodstains, until the donkey-eared girl Amiya pushed her twice, and then she reacted slightly, and her face seemed to be as usual, but in fact, her expression was full of reluctance and difficulty to stand up.

"Just kidding, I've tasted even the blood of the most mellow Aslan royal family, but there has never been any kind of blood that can make me so intoxicated, this is definitely the blood of a new species, absolutely I swear by my little wings"

Warfarin stomped her little foot with a look of certainty.

Amiya frowned.

Fafa Lin even dared to bet on her little wings, which were the most precious in her life, and she would not even allow them to easily open up in front of ordinary people, and that should indeed be the case. Flash Dance

But what kind of blood is it that makes Fafa Lin so addicted?

Chimera

Amiya pondered.

was standing motionless in place and thinking, and suddenly a slightly immature shout came from behind the two: "Stop, who are you, this is a martial law area, now raise your hands, report your name, tell your purpose, and follow me to the Victoria Police Station to make a record"

Amiya turned her head, the donkey's ears drooping overhead.

Standing behind them was a Kuranta girl wearing a Victorian police cap, a ponytail tied to the back of her head, and a two-metre spear.

Even if the decoration is not too obvious, the nondescript Knight Casimir armband on her arm makes it difficult for Amiya to distinguish for a while, but judging from the navy blue police uniform she wears and the silver leg armor tied to her two calves, the identity of the other party is quite easy to recognize.

This is a mounted police officer attached to the Victorian Lentinium Police Station.

Although she didn't ride a horse or a motorcycle.

Warfarin was not the slightest surprised to see the mounted police, the surroundings were so quiet, obviously it had been banned for a long time, but they were Rhode Island special VIPs personally invited by the Victorian royal family, and they also had the Lentinium Global Pass issued by the royal family, so naturally there was no need to talk to a small policeman.

It's just that Hua Farin was holding the pass, but the card was suddenly stuck in her pocket and didn't pull it out for a while.

Amiya's mind was a little slow, first looked at the other party's clothes, then looked at the current situation, and then immediately reacted, the two little short arms were raised high, and they were almost catching up with the two long ears that stood up on the top of her head.

"My name is Amiya, I'm from Rhode Island, I'm sixteen years old, I'm a professional magician, we came here by accident because we didn't know the way, and I came to Lentinium because I was invited by the Victorian royal family to lead a team to treat the victims and wounded in the crisis of the infected."

The more the young lady of the mounted police on the opposite side listened, the more wrong she became, she lowered the head of the spear in her hand slightly, and then glanced around, "How did you get lost to this place?"

Amiya pointed to a spot on the side of the ruins. Flash Dance

Mounted police officer Grani ran over to take a look, and after looking for a long time, he found a crack in the ruins with a height of one meter, two or three meters, not much bigger than a dog hole, barely supported by various collapsed reinforced concrete.

Grani crouched down slightly, looking across from the alley of the dog hole, but there was no edge in sight at a glance.

The young lady frowned and raised the sunshade police hat on her head slightly

"Which street did you come from?"

"It's Victorian Noble Street, we came in from there." Amiya's left ear drooped to her head, looking like she had done something wrong, "We originally followed the map to take a shortcut, but we didn't expect to go wrong, from which alley all the way to here, but we couldn't get out." ”

Grani looked stunned, "Isn't Victoria's Noble Street the Outer Ring Road, it's more than two kilometers from here, and you came in from there?"

"Yes."

Amiya looked weak.

After a lot of back and forth, Grani reluctantly believed Amiya's words, and was ready to take them to the police station to make a record.

Hua Farin looked at Grani and Amiya with a blank expression, and the two Territory Pass Cards in her hand fell to the ground with a click.

Suddenly I felt a little tired.

The boss of their family is probably too unshelf-free.

Lentinium edge, illegal mooring.

A straight steel bridge was embedded deep in the fabric of the land on the edge of Lentinium, and a large number of infected who had fled in accordance with instructions marched in a compact and orderly manner towards the mobile city, which was not as large as Lentinium, but also had no edge in sight.

Although the infected individuals have different appearances and different diseases, the different source stone growth and distribution make them not even look like a species.

But at this time, the infected people are all standing in good order and waiting at the mooring place of the bridge under the mandatory excuse.

A large number of infected people entered the city in batches.

There is no discrimination, no exclusion, no discrimination.

All infected people are brothers and sisters.

We are all equal.

This novel and desirable concept is spreading rapidly among the infected population.

The group of infected people, whether in physiology, public opinion, society, and even ordinary life, has been excluded and suppressed all the time, and in the history of many countries, there have even been more than one large-scale massacre of infected people.

No matter who a person was before, what kind of status and fame he had, as long as he was infected with ore disease, he would inevitably face the treatment of being beaten from heaven to hell.

This life, this feeling, this almost solidified malice.

No matter who you are, you can't face it calmly.

Until today.

All the infected were looking at the figure standing behind them, cut off for them.

Like a bright fluttering flag.

Tallulah.

They don't need to know who she is, they don't need to know what she's done, they don't need to know what she's doing for everyone.

Just giving them an eternal home for those who have been displaced in this living world is enough to make them give everything with tears in their eyes.

Like she said.

All infected are brothers and sisters with stronger bonds than blood.

They are each other's backing.

This is the home of the infected.

Looking up at the huge moving city, each infected person couldn't help but start their fantasy about the future.

It will be a new beginning in their lives.

However, I don't know if they found out.

Compared to when they came out of the quarantine of the infected, there seemed to be a lot fewer people boarding the city.

Many, much more.

Tallulah stood at the back of the crowd, but instead of looking at the dense crowd that was about to ascend the mobile city, she looked into the far distance of Lentinium with her dark red eyes, not knowing what to look at.

Images kept flashing through my mind.

There are large and closed quarantine areas for the infected, there are fierce battles between the police and the intested, there are avenue blocks destroyed by those who have been abandoned by the intested, and there is also the miserable appearance of being put down by a single move.

Eventually, the scene stopped at the moment when the man was holding a jade-colored short knife, blood dripping from his hand, and he was watching her leave from a distance.

In the picture, there is and only him.

Raising his hand, the palm was the same as Han Baiyi's at that time, worn by the handle of the knife, the wooden thorns were deeply embedded, and the palm was blurred with flesh and blood.

Tallulah still maintained the posture of looking out, as the man had watched her leave from afar, and exhaled deeply, silently in her heart.

I will be back

With hope,

With light,

With the light of a prairie fire.

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