Chapter 7 (1/2)
Ocean wave star is a backward and poor remote small planet. It is named wave star not because of its wide coverage of oceans, but because there is no ocean and water shortage. The word ”wave” is the yearning of people living on this planet for the ocean.
Even though Xi zhaoyue took the fastest commercial ship, it took him six days to reach the star.
”Zhaoyue, have you come out?” Si Mo's voice comes from Xi zhaoyue's light brain.
”Well, I'm going out now.” Xi zhaoyue breathed a little. She was too bad to bear the weight.
”Oh, look at your left. I'm wearing a black sportswear, a black cap on my head and black shoes on my feet.”
Xi zhaoyue has several black lines on her forehead. Is such a lively boy a black one?
”Zhaoyue, zhaoyue?”
”Well, I'm listening.”
”And you, what color are you wearing? Is your hair long or short? What color is it? And your eyes, what color are they? Are you taller or... ”
Bang -
a package fell in front of the chattering SMO.
”Hello, Si Mo, I'm Xi zhaoyue.”
“……。”
On the aircraft, when Si Mo stealthily aims at Xi zhaoyue for the 11th time, Xi zhaoyue finally looks at him, ”Si Mo, do I look good?”
”Cough...” Smo choked and coughed violently. The old and dilapidated aircraft should be bumping up and down with his master.
”Yes, you are too white.” Si Mo red face way.
”Well?” Xi zhaoyue tilts her head.
”Wave star is too warm and hot to be exposed to radiation for much longer than other planets. We can't find one as white as you in our block.”
”Oh.” Xi zhaoyue said he knew.
”But I would suggest that you darken your skin. People here have a kind of persistent yearning for dialogue. You look good again. I'm afraid, afraid -- ”
” well, I'll dye it in a moment. ” Xi zhaoyue nods and robs women and wives. It's common in the practice world. Before self-protection, it's better to keep a low profile and live with others.
GAH! GAH! GAH!
The old aircraft made a burst of urgent sound, tail smoke, Xi zhaoyue holding hands, dizzy brain distended.
”There's something wrong with the old duck again.” Sima's immature face was full of embarrassment.
”Old duck? That's the right name Xi zhaoyue is serious.
Si Mo's face was even redder. ”It's old. It used to be very useful.”
”I know.” Xi Zhao Yueming, Bai Simo's feeling of caring for her own things. As a master of refining utensils, she also cherished the things she refined.
Boom!