The vast earth, dim and yellow.

As far as the eye can see, the land is full of garbage.

The ups and downs are endless, as if you are in a mountain range made of garbage.

On the ground, from time to time, there were ragged figures passing by, they lowered their heads, quickly moved their eyes left and right, waving their small forks in their hands and rummaging through the garbage heaps, their expressions were focused as if they had lost some treasure, and they were unaware of the rancid smell wafting in the air, making the sky seem to have darkened.

"Hurry up! If anyone can find a complete spell today, no matter what it is, Lao Tzu will personally stuff Yun Niang into his bed, and he can't do it. ”

In the garbage valley, a rough man with a shirtless body and a belt around his waist roared roughly, which immediately caused a laugh, and a young woman next to him who was dressed brightly but with two patches turned red, shy and twisted, which made many men with garbage baskets on their backs salivate, and there were sixteen or seventeen-year-olds who seemed to have some instinctive impulses, but obviously there was still some confusion.

"But!" The rough man turned his words and raised the long knife in his hand: "There are those who don't need to save their strength, and those who eat and wait for death will get out, I, Ma Hongjiang, don't raise waste that eats white rice here!"

"Ma Ye rest assured!"

"Even if the little ones are tired to death, they won't complain. ”

The old and young who rummaged through the garbage like chickens and insects, raised the small fork in their hands high, this seventy or eighty person is quite neat and tidy, but it really has a little momentum, Ma Hongjiang is very satisfied, he bent down slightly, and put a Taishi chair under his buttocks, and as soon as he raised his hand, a cup of tea was handed over.

If it weren't for the fact that the legs of a stool were tied up with wire, and the fine celadon teacup was also broken and broken, only the rich family could afford to use the utensils.

Waiting carefully next to him are the four warblers Yanyan, the skin is good, almost all of them are turning over the garbage heap, a small guy on the side is fanning diligently, in this almost ruins of the world, if there is no effect, you can't live at all.

The little girl's eyes slipped vaguely over the towering place of the woman who didn't have a hand, raised his hand and pointed not far away, and said earnestly: "Where is Master Ma? Isn't it Duan Qing? So close to us, what does he mean?"

Ma Hongjiang glared at the leopard, a thin and tall boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, about five or six feet tall, dressed in a dirty black shirt, with long hair a little unkempt, stained with two blades of grass, holding a thick black iron fork in his hand, and his eyes were as cold as wolves.

Sure enough, it's Duan Qing!

If I remember correctly, one day three months ago, it was also this kind of weather, and it was also such a scene, the black iron fork in Duan Qing's hand directly smashed the head of a gang boss, and the seventy or eighty people couldn't stop him, and afterwards he disappeared from everyone's sight almost instantly, it turned out that he didn't know when he dug a hole under the garbage mountain, and now that he is back, the Qiankun Gang that lost the boss didn't react?

Ma Hongjiang knew the reason for the matter, that is, the old Duan Tou, who adopted Duan Qing and raised Duan Qing, didn't know what shit luck he had, and actually found half a high-grade spirit stone, although it was something that the world above couldn't look at at all, but in this world it was a treasure, but before he could take it hot in his hand, he was smashed by Wu Qiankun, the leader of the Qiankun Gang, with an iron rod, and he didn't know how to reveal the news, so it didn't take long for Wu Qiankun's head to be smashed.

Facts have proved that Wu Qiankun's own sevenfold cultivation in the Qi Refining Period is still useless under the iron fork waved by the fivefold power of the Qi Refining Period.

Since then, almost everyone in this area knows that Duan Qing is ruthless, and he dares to make a move in public. And it's very insidious, in order to kill Wu Qiankun, he doesn't know how long it took to dig a hole in the garbage mountain, and like a hunter squatting in the cave to guard his prey, he finally seized an opportunity and made a contribution in one fell swoop.

Ma Hongjiang took a sip of tea, he was doing well now, and he had no conflict of interest with Duan Qing, so he said lightly: "Well water does not interfere with river water." ”

"Wow! Ma Ye's knowledge is profound, even if the little one is suffocated, he can't say the words of such an article!"

"Boom... Boom..."

Suddenly, there was a roar of machinery in the sky, from far and near, the little guy hurriedly pointed to the sky and shouted: "Master Ma, the goods are here!"

Ma Hongjiang immediately stood up and waved his big hand: "Let's go!"

Seventy or eighty people, together with those warblers and Yanyan, were not shy or weak at the moment, they were all wrinkling their eyebrows and staring, with an inevitable momentum, and rushed towards the huge starship that was thirty zhang long.

Some of the surrounding forces scattered all over the place also rushed over one after another.

Duan Qing is no exception.

It's just that the seven or eight gangs around him are very tacitly keeping a certain distance from him, which makes him extremely lonely, like a lone wolf walking alone in the desert.

Above the sky, the hatch behind the starship slowly opened, and the colorful garbage poured down, piling up a new hill, and the crowd on the ground paused for a moment, avoiding the possible dumping of garbage, and continued to run even more excitedly.

By the porthole of the forward compartment of the starship, several well-dressed young men stood. Four men and three women, all handsome men and beautiful women, some with swords hanging from their waists, some holding folding fans in their hands, and most of the bejeweled women held silk handkerchiefs in their hands, looking at the otherworldly planet outside the porthole with great interest.

A well-dressed and dignified young man of about twenty years old opened the folding fan, pointed out the porthole, and said, "Now, see, this is Neptune, which used to be the birthplace of monks and the mother planet of all our substars." You see, it's dilapidated to the point where it doesn't have any use. ”

The other three men and three women all widened their eyes, as if the inhabitants of highly developed countries on the earth had walked into Africa for the first time, full of curiosity about the world, and the shortest boy opened a pair of curious eyes and asked: "Brother Qingjian, I can't see a few places of green, what do they eat and use?"

Qing Jian smiled when he heard this, and said: "Neptune's biggest material source now is the starship that relies on this kind of special sports garbage under our feet, you don't know yet, like the Burning Sky Star where we are located and the nearby Mars, whether it is the residue of refining pills or the waste produced by refining tools, they all have a certain degree of pollution, and they are not allowed to be discarded locally at will, and they will be collected and transported here so as not to follow in the footsteps of Neptune." ”

The little boy nodded ignorantly, and a slim girl tangled the silk handkerchief in her hand, and said coquettishly: "It's really unimaginable, the people here actually rely on garbage for a living, it's really pitiful." ”

"Sister Ting, your biggest shortcoming is that your heart is too kind. Qingjian looked at the goddess in his heart, the love in his eyes seemed to have turned into a burning fire, he smiled and paced to Tingmei's side, closed the folding fan in a chic manner, pointed down, and said: "You can pity those stray cats and dogs, but don't pity the people here." ”

"Why?" Sister Ting was surprised, and the rest of the people also looked puzzled.