Chapter 1945 (1/2)

”Who is that?”

Daisy and Peter followed, sticking to the edge of the dump, as far away from the woman as possible.

The woman in the black cloak was still standing still, but they could feel the chill creeping up everyone's ankles.

From time to time, the goddess of thunder looked back at the figure, until she entered the city, and the feeling of being seized by her heart gradually dissipated. She immediately raised the above questions to the death knell.

”No one, just an old acquaintance.”

Su mingtou did not return. There was no need to explain to the tool maker about the future plan and layout.

”It won't be the old lady, OK? I can't see her face, but I can feel her staring at me The goddess of thunder shivered and touched her arm: ”it's like I stole something from her house. Is that the cold feeling... Is it the legendary hatred of my ex girlfriend?”

Look around the death knell. There are many aborigines on the street. People here wear brown cloaks. All of them are like monks:

”it's the breath of death, which has nothing to do with love and hate. I don't have much to do with her. I think she probably envies your good figure.”

”Oh, my shoulders are so sour.”

Daisy looked a little proud and lifted her chest and moved her shoulders.

The buildings in the city are very distinctive. They suddenly look like cylinders of different sizes, high and low, large and small.

These cylinders have holes in them. Those are windows, and the windows are shaded by red awnings against the sun in the galaxy.

From a distance, the whole city is a sea of red sails, which is mixed with a variety of science and technology billboards, as well as all kinds of small spaceships flying around.

Of course, the most prominent is the high tower in the middle of the city, or totem pole, where the giant heads of the past arena champions are carved. At the same time, several 10000 meter square projection screens are playing the duel live broadcast in all directions.

Residents are used to it, even though the gladiators on the big screen are dismembering their opponents, the people in the streets below are still living as usual.

He bargained with the stall owner at the roadside stall for a few fruits, chatted with acquaintances in the street with a water jug on his head, and ate on the tables and chairs at the door of the small restaurant. Almost all of them were very numb to the drama on the screen.

Peter is also free. He reaches out to touch the pet held by passers-by. But when the little dog turns his head around, his head opens like a petal, spits out his prickly tongue like a tentacle, and makes a whine.

He quickly drew his hand back.

”Oh! What the hell is this? ” He quickly wiped his hands on his body. The saliva seemed to be corrosive, and the back of his hands felt hot.