Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 521 Late but arrived
"The situation has changed. Something strange has mixed in with the rain. Ms. Shi, you'd better move closer and avoid being struck by lightning for the time being."

Liang De shook off the dark tears on his hands and took half a step forward.

The dark amber innate divine power extended outward from under his feet and grew upward, propping up a dome to shelter him and Shi Yunle from the rain in the bakery which had lost its ceiling at some point.

The other people in the bakery were still oblivious, some were queuing, some were choosing.

Even though there was nothing around them, the customers and shop assistants still performed their actions meticulously and talked normally, as if it were a large-scale non-physical performance.

Shi Yunle stared blankly at the original position of the ceiling.

There is a small nursery above the bakery.

In the rain, a dozen children were crawling around happily. They were playing with invisible toys and fighting with each other. Some harsh cries and laughter kept reaching Shi Yunle's ears.

"The tears of the Sinara can allow creatures to ignore the changes in the world, forget about the constant losses, and continue to live normally."

Liang De explained beside Shi Yunle:
“At first they just mixed a little bit of tears in the air—about the same as a few thousand fog cannons going into clean-up mode—to make people ignore little things, like the disappearance of American cockroaches and sausage buns.

"Now it's cloudy and raining. I guess they bought commercial synthetic tears to cover up the upcoming big move."

Liang De closed his eyes and thought deeply. The surging spiritual awareness of the warrior formed a ring and expanded rapidly outwards.

After a moment, his face became extremely gloomy:

"This is absolutely insane. The Xinaluo people just eliminated all the Pu'er, shrimp dumplings and radish cakes in the city!"

"Uh……"

Master Yunle wanted to say something but stopped.

Is this a big move? But considering the status of shrimp dumplings in the morning tea world, it seems nothing wrong...

Bah! Shi Yunle, calm down! Compared with the survival of Blue Star, shrimp dumplings are nothing!
Liang De opened his eyes:

"They were able to cover up such an earth-shattering event so quietly, so they definitely didn't use ordinary synthetic tears.

"No, where do these two screaming chickens get so much money? Don't they have to buy a new spaceship? Do they know how to make a living, my friend?"

He took out the battered Ypres and squeezed it again and again, squeezing out a lot of fresh information on the spot.

"... You're so stupid that you actually borrowed from the private sector?!
"Is this how aliens are? No, you want to take a thirty-year prison sentence with interest? You two haven't bought a house on your home planet yet, have you?"

"Editor Liang, you seem to know the movements of aliens very well. Do you have superpowers like full-map vision?" Shi Yunle asked in a low voice.

Liang De waved his hand and said:
"No, no, I just stole the flying saucer of the Sinor people yesterday and hacked into their home AI and communication equipment."

"what?"

“Ms. Shi, don’t worry. I’ve checked. There are no laws or regulations regarding aliens in the East Country yet. Their property rights are not protected here. Besides, a flying saucer is not a bicycle. No one will help them find it.

"Oh, if I had known earlier, I should have hacked into their bank account as well. This way, I could at least delay the time it takes them to get the new spaceship."

Mr. Liang sighed with regret and said:

“Ms. Shi, due to extreme weather conditions, the superpowers given to you by this world’s Blue Planet will most likely not be delivered on time.

“Considering the urgency of the situation, let’s go directly to see Teacher Fang Weiyu.

"Although the savior's superpowers may be sharp, I believe that your friendship is the real magic. You can do it!"

Shi Yunle was speechless or rather pondered for a moment, then said:
"Editor Liang, I understand your deep affection for Pu'er, shrimp dumplings, and radish cakes - I also like shrimp dumplings - but if the aliens only destroy morning tea at the rate of one or two pieces, the teahouses in the provincial capital should be able to survive for a year or two.

"The situation doesn't seem particularly urgent. Would it be safer for us to wait until our superpowers arrive before looking for Fang Weiyu?"

"According to the new intelligence I received, the aliens will be able to board the new spaceship in three days."

Liang De pulled out the office tablet behind him and listed the relevant data on the screen. "The Sinaloans with spaceships and the Sinaloans without spaceships are two completely different concepts.

"Ms. Shi, the total mass of the planet beneath our feet is about 60 trillion tons, of which seawater accounts for 140 trillion tons, and humans themselves account for about 4 million to 5 million tons. The entire artificial sphere only adds up to 30 trillion tons.

"And when they get the latest spacecraft with the loan and money, they can do a billion billion tons of work in a day."

"One billion billion..."

Shi Yunle read out this huge number softly and said:
"Editor Liang, do you have a way to intercept the Sinora spacecraft again?"

"Their newly customized anti-theft system has enhanced counterattack capabilities and includes a star-destroying module. I am not sure I can steal again while keeping the biosphere of Blue Planet largely intact."

Liang De thought for a moment and said:

"That would be more trouble than it's worth."

"Then let's set off."

Shi Yunle glanced at the children still crawling around above his head, took a deep breath and looked at the gloomy rain outside the door:

"Let's go find Fang Weiyu."

……

"Who the hell is coming to see me again? Who the hell is coming to see me again?"

After listening to the doorbell solo for ten minutes, Fang Weiyu rushed to the entrance in anger, pressed his forehead to the peephole, and then stood on tiptoe to raise his head.

When he opened his eyes, many faces flashed through Weiyu's mind:
Editor Liang, Editor Ye, Editor-in-Chief Li, the third aunt, the sixth aunt, the eighth aunt, and all those various dead bodies in the company.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a face that was so clean that it didn't look like a normal person's.

Fang Weiyu tried hard to push aside the alcohol fog that shrouded his brain grooves and barely recognized the face on the other side of the cat's eye.

It was the girl in the stupid street interview with the self-media who asked her last night whether she wanted to destroy the world.

"How did you know I live here?"

Wells shrugged, and the racial ability of matter reshaping was quietly activated, and the security door between her and Fang Weiyu disappeared immediately.

Good ice.

Fang Weiyu's forehead was against Wells' forehead, and Wells' nose tip was against Fang Weiyu's nose tip.

Can human body temperature be so cold? Fang Weiyu wondered.

The feeling of weightlessness came suddenly.

Wells held Fang Weiyu in his arms like a princess:
"Miss Aboriginal, it's nice to see you again. I have good news and bad news."

"Mix it up and tell me some news that's neither good nor bad."

Fang Weiyu struggled a few times, but when he found that he couldn't break free from this person's arms, he immediately collapsed into a puddle of mud:
"Hurry up, I haven't had breakfast yet."

Wells was stunned: "But, but it's almost noon, according to your schedule."

A righteous shout exploded behind her:

"You aliens really don't understand anything. It's almost noon, so what? Morning tea at 11 o'clock is still morning tea.

"Yankee, let go of that girl!"

(End of this chapter)