There are no trees in the rocky mining area. The night is hazy and silent.
Only the wind made a humming sound through the cracks in the stones. In the silent night, it was like a whimper from the abyss, which made people shudder.
Under a huge rock about four or five meters high, in the pitch-black shadow where one cannot see one's hand in front of one's face, a slender figure in a cloak stands.
Judging from her figure, she seems to be a woman.
The woman stood there motionless as if she were a statue, her dark pupils, unlike those of an ordinary person, were filled with struggle and pain.
After a long time, the struggle and pain in his eyes completely disappeared, replaced by indifference to the world.
She turned her head slowly, her movements somewhat mechanically. In the darkness, the woman looked around without any influence.
After making sure there were no threats around, the woman looked at the huge, dull-looking Earth in the starry sky and slowly took off the hood of her cloak that covered her head.
He took off his hood, put his hands behind his neck, gathered the hair covered by the cloak, and raised his hands. His long black hair drew a beautiful arc behind him.
With a shake of her head, her long and thick black hair was very beautiful.
As the head shook, two tentacles that were integrated with the black color stood up, and the hair also moved without wind, and the ink-black hair flew up like butterfly wings, flapping with a hissing sound.
The two tentacles, each about half a meter long, were trembling. Upon closer inspection, the trembling seemed to carry a certain frequency, invisible information, which was radiating out and reaching distant places.
A moment later...
"Han Qi..." A man's voice was heard, and a bright light appeared in the distance.
The black wings and tentacles were instantly retracted, and the woman's hair was black and thick, as if it were the finest silk.
"Ziyi, I'm here." When he spoke, the darkness in Yan Hanqi's eyes had faded away, and he looked no different from an ordinary person.
"Why are you here?" The man ran quickly to her, his voice full of anxiety and concern. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was safe and sound.
"I...can't sleep." Yan Hanqi's face was sad. "I, I feel worse and worse..."
"No, no!" Lei Ziyi interrupted her immediately and said firmly, "Don't worry, I already have a fake identity. I've arranged it. Tomorrow we can return to District 11 with the miners."
Lei Ziyi held Yan Hanqi's hands, as if swearing an oath, with an extremely gentle expression, "Believe me, you will get better, you will!"
"But District 11 is a city with a population of tens of millions. Finding one person is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Even the Federation couldn't find him. How could we, just the two of us, find him?" Yan Hanqi pursed her lips, her expression gloomy and melancholy.
"If I can find it, I will definitely find it!"
"But what if we find him?" Yan Hanqi's heart was filled with sorrow, and her voice was extremely bitter. "At this moment, I'm afraid the Fire Dance God King is still just an ordinary person, right?"
"Impossible, it definitely can't be an ordinary person! The confidential information that the 'prophet' gave to the military clearly stated that when the Fire Dance God King appeared in District 11, she was already a lord-level expert at the top of the pyramid of power! So she must have the healing power now! She can definitely save you!"
"I hope so..." Yan Hanqi sighed softly, "Ziyi, promise me, if I really... while I still have my sanity, kill..."
"Don't talk nonsense. I won't let you give up! Just think of it as living well for me!" Lei Ziyi interrupted excitedly, throwing her arms around him and hugging him tightly. Her voice was filled with a hint of collapse and despair, "Please, don't leave me!"
"Yeah." Yan Hanqi responded helplessly. But she was terrified. She was terrified that she would turn into a Zerg. She was terrified that he would be the first person she killed after losing her mind!
So what should she do? What should she do?
I want to die, but I can't bear to leave him alone. I want to live, but I'm afraid that I will kill the one I love the most with my own hands.
Under the starlight, the two hugged each other tightly. Love seemed so beautiful, but the reality was so heavy that it was suffocating.
…
It's January 1st again, New Year, such a festive day. But Li Fang is still working hard under the exploitation of Li Quanmao, the patriarch, because of the five times salary.
Little cabbages~ the ground is yellow~ a child without a mother is like a weed~
Lin Xiaoman was humming happily while playing on the computer.
Although the outside world was a bit turbulent at the time, school was still normal. She could go back to school after a year of absence. She could still study for nearly ten years before the war broke out.
Although she couldn't say that she had completely mastered the theoretical information on Jingdian technology and basic mecha technology, she had already recorded it all. Now all she lacked was the practical ability.
Ten years is enough for her to master it.
As for how to spend the three months before school starts, Lin Xiaoman decided to do something meaningful.
What's a meaningful thing to do? Of course, it's the black business!
After a simple plan, take action.
As a money-making expert, Li Quanmao was very kind to her. When Lin Xiaoman wanted to go out, Li Quanmao did not interfere. Instead, he showed concern and said, "Be careful!"
Although he was already [Lv: 17], Lin Xiaoman felt that he was still a fragile creature. In the face of hot weapons, especially under concentrated fire, he would definitely be defeated. So it was nonsense for him to fight against the Black forces alone.
She just walked around, visiting those entertainment venues she knew, which were covered in white leather but were full of black transactions inside. She saw those familiar people in her future memories, and after checking the places twice, she put on makeup and found a black Internet cafe.
Relying on what the future original owner Li Fei knew and saw, he compiled a set of information and then sent it to Jing Fang in the capacity of "an insider who wishes to remain anonymous."
As an enthusiastic three-good citizen, Lin Xiaoman sent information to Jing Fang every now and then.
Respect the people and cooperate to build a harmonious society.
Oh, the social order is a little messy now, but this does not hinder the work of eradicating evil in Bulaq. And those captured members of the Bulaq forces can be reused and thrown into the front line of the battlefield to fight as cannon fodder.
How does the saying go, garbage is a resource placed in the wrong place. As long as it is placed in the right place, it can give off light and heat!
Ah, protecting the stars and killing insects is everyone’s responsibility! Even garbage is our responsibility!
Lin Xiaoman happily secretly dealt with the original owner's little enemies one by one.
As for whether her informant would be discovered by the Blacks, she didn't care. After all, she was skilled and daring. As for her three relatives, they were all scum anyway. The original owner wouldn't feel bad if they were killed.
While Lin Xiaoman was concentrating on cracking down on Black, more than three months passed in a flash. None of the idiots in Black's faction discovered that she was an expert in reporting.
They didn't give her any surprises, and Li Quanmao and Li Fang were both full of energy.
Alas, the Black forces in District 11 are so weak in combat effectiveness.
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