"What if you get sick?" Su Mingan asked.
"Then let the people around me kill me." The child said: "[Please kill me before I disappear], isn't that what adults always say?"
“…”
Su Mingan looked at the little boy.
A little child can tell such a cruel fact in such an innocent tone.
"I know you are a very good mechanical maker. Please don't run around outside. It's very dangerous. See you later." The little boy waved his hand.
"--May I have your name?"
Su Mingan asked before the boy went downstairs.
The little boy turned around and smiled brightly.
He was carrying a bright red sniper rifle, and under his short buzz cut were a pair of eagle-like red eyes.
"——Remember! I am the future sniper star of Fenghuo! My name is Cheng Luohe!"
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"call……"
Gray smoke rose from the pipe, and the wind chimes hanging on the door curtain rang.
Noel was flipping through the book. He had been in this antique shop located in the danger zone for two days, looking for clues and hunting some exotic beasts nearby.
As for Kaiusta, he did not attend. His eyes were bloodshot and there was no way he would be allowed into the city.
"Young man, what do you think of what you are seeing?" An old voice came, and a white-haired old man walked over.
The old man's legs seemed to be disabled, one of his eyes was blind, his pupil was cloudy and unclear, he could not see the road clearly, and he had to rely on crutches to walk.
"Boss Cheng, your book is quite interesting." Noel blinked his bright red eyes: "Is it an antique from the Dawn War period?"
Boss Cheng leaned against the door, seemingly reminiscing.
After a moment, Boss Cheng shook his head: "These are all things not worth mentioning."
"What?" Noel said.
Boss Cheng was smoking a pipe, with smoke rising from it. He tapped the pipe with his dry fingers, lowered his head, and smiled softly:
"Everyone around me is dead. What's the point of talking about that history?"
"Yeah." Noel said, "In war, there's nothing you can do about the death. You're lucky to be alive."
"……Ha ha."
The old man laughed softly and turned around. The wind chimes touched his forehead, making a "ding-ling-ling" sound, and his white hair looked haggard.
Noel raised his foot, intending to continue searching the books.
“Ding—ding.”
His foot suddenly hit something.
There was a crisp sound of falling, and a fiery red sniper rifle leaning against the wall fell to the ground with a bang.
The rust and metal texture on its surface were mixed together. It was no longer able to fire and looked like it had been broken for a long time.
Noel kicked the gun, and the parts fell to the ground with a crackling sound, leaving the gun completely unrecognizable.
"What a crappy gun," Noel said.
The energy of the gun fell to the ground, like the eagle-like red eyes of Boss Cheng when he was young.
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