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Chapter 63 Snowpiercer Part 5
After a few more words, the three parted ways.

Qi Zixian went back to his bed to rest, while Yue Yingying stayed with Bo Yanjun.

She was going to stay in the sixth carriage for a while, so as not to run into Qiao Zhiwu as soon as she got back.

"Moon tassels."

In the secluded corner of the carriage, Bo Yanjun called her to stop, and the two looked at each other.

"You didn't start the White Cross Society, did you?"

Yue Yingying was puzzled: "Why does the president care about this?"

Bo Yanjun didn't hide anything, and his long eyelashes drooped: "The fact that you climbed to the top of the dungeon was broadcast on the whole app, and several organizations noticed you. The informant said that you didn't agree to the Xiao family's invitation, and I just happened to know that the new dungeon came out. The White Cross Association has something to do with you."

After he finished speaking, he stopped, waiting for Yue Yingying's answer.

But this half-knowledge of speaking is really hard to figure out.

Yue Yingying racked her brains and thought for a while before saying, "And then?"

Bo Yanjun frowned, and his tone sank: "Creating a new organization requires manpower, material and financial resources, which cannot be done by a small family, not to mention that you were the closest to me in [Alien Invasion], which is inevitable. People think too much."

Yue Yingying blinked cutely: "So...the president suspects that I approached you on purpose?"

Bo Yanjun nodded, and then turned his head to the side: "There are many people who want to kill me, maybe they can't be strong enough, you can try another method."

Such as caring, such as treating him as a weak person and waiting for opportunities.

The martial profession is real, and the speculations in the market are not all speculation, but the martial profession has another function, which is to hunt and kill top players.

Yue Yingying is very good, whether she is a novice or not, she has shown her strength.

It is really impossible to justify the name of the White Cross Association so quickly without some background.

Doubt is normal, Bo Yanjun's life is licking blood on the tip of a knife, and his background does not allow him to trust strangers.

Generally speaking, with the idea of ​​killing ten thousand by mistake rather than one, a single sword can solve this special situation.

But since the other party is Yue Yingying, Bo Yanjun still chooses to have a chance to ask clearly.

"So that's how it is..." Yue Yingying rubbed her chin and suddenly realized, "No wonder the president told me to stay away from you! I thought it was because you didn't like the smell on me!"

Bo Yanjun: "..."

Please, get down to business now.

Yue Yingying was overjoyed and laughed heartily.

"President, thank you for being able to play straight balls with me. As you are, you don't need to ask any more questions. After all, in the game, I don't have to pay legal responsibility for my death." She raised her head and said very seriously, "I will never The thing that hurt the president is not only because you saved me in [Alien Invasion], but also..."

She paused, then smiled again: "I seem to be obsessed with the feeling of being able to protect you, please forgive me for being overwhelmed."

Yue Yingying's eyes are incomprehensible, maybe she herself can't understand it.

Could this be the legendary... the desire to conquer the strong?

Bo Yanjun's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he looked away after a while.

"I don't want to think."

"I'll do it!" Yue Yingying answered immediately, she knew it was Bo Yanjun's choice to believe her.

On the first night of [Snowpiercer], the two fell asleep on the same iron bed.

Bo Yanjun leaned against the wall, and Yue Yingying curled her legs against the quilt, sleeping peacefully.

*
When the three corpses were folded and hidden in the wooden box, the fat aunt suddenly asked when will the resistance plan be implemented?
"Now is not the time, Tania." Curtis comforted her, "The time is not yet ripe."

rear.

Gilliam was still sleeping half an hour ago, and now he was awakened by noise, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a little boy calling his name softly.

He kindly hugged the little boy on the cloth nest: "What's the matter Timmy? Are you coming to play with me?"

Timmy is five years old this year, with a dark body, wearing loose clothes, a small head, and a pair of big and bright eyes in the dark.

He whispered in Gilliam's ear, "I want the ball."

"Ball?" Gilliam immediately responded, "Oh...I don't have this thing for now, maybe I can find a way to find one for you later."

When Timmy heard it, his eyes became brighter: "Can you really get a ball? I asked Edgar, and he said that there might not even be a front compartment!"

Gilliam was thoughtful: "Well...then I'll ask Benny later, he has learned a lot of crafts, maybe he can make them."

"Timmy!" Edgar opened the curtain and walked in. He squatted in front of the old and the young, took a look at Gilliam, and hugged the little boy, "Okay, let's go out and let the adults say say."

After the two left, Curtis followed closely.

He handed the note to Gilliam and said, "The informant gave me the name of the person I've always wanted."

Gilliam put on the round glasses and squinted to see the words clearly: "Nan, Nangong...Minxiu?"

"He's the security system designer, and he's in the prison car."

Edgar, who hadn't gone far, suddenly rushed in: "Wait! Are you kidding me? He's in the prison compartment!?"

Curtis was very dissatisfied with his going back and forth: "Hey! Don't stay here, take Timmy away!"

Edgar insisted: "No! I just want to say, our plan is complete, why not implement it immediately? I don't understand why that guy is still in prison since he is a security system expert? Unlock it Isn't it easy?"

"Enough! Get out!"

Curtis scolded him severely, Edgar opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything.

"Okay." He left dejectedly.

Curtis went back and sat down at the low metal table next to Gilliam. Gilliam comforted him and said, "Edgar just wants to help you. He thinks you can change the world."

Curtis shook his head and denied: "He shouldn't worship me like this. I haven't done a lot of things well."

Gilliam gazed into the distance with a knowing eye: "No one is perfect."

After a while, the movements of Curtis' hands brought him back to his thoughts, and he put a few pieces of protein cream on the table, gesticulating with a knife.

"Look, here we are. The last ten cars are the last cars, followed by four isolated cars. I have observed that there are four doors, each of which can only be opened for four seconds, and only four seconds to pass through the four cars. Daomen, rescue Nan, and let Nan lead us to open the remaining doors..."

He bit his thumb and fell into hard thinking. The reason why he didn't act immediately when the food was shrinking was because he was not fully sure of success.

Gilliam looked at him and asked, "Our destiny is in his hands?"

"Yes." Curtis's tone was tinged with uncertainty, "As long as he can cooperate, we can walk to the front compartment."

"The front car?" Gilliam frowned.

"Yes." Curtis stood up with a firm attitude. He stood up and paced. "From here to the front, success or failure depends on one action."

Gilliam's expression was obscure.

Curtis said: "If we control the engine, we control the world, otherwise everything would be empty talk... and the failure of previous riots was due to the failure to control the engine."

"what do you mean?"

Looking at each other, Curtis took a deep breath: "This time we must go to the extreme and completely seize control of the train!"

"And after that?"

Curtis hesitated a little in his heart, but he still said, "Kill him."

"Wilford?"

Behind Gilliam is a circular logo with "Wilford Industries" printed on it. The manufacture of this train came from him, and the four global trains that saved the surviving humans also came from him.

Curtis said as a matter of course: "You should be guiding this car, not Wilford."

Gilliam thought he was joking, and waved his hands: "You should know that I am an old man...my time is over."

Curtis didn't answer any more, he was still stubborn.

"Wilford is too cruel, he is not the savior, you are the best candidate."

"But he's too old to die one day."

"Shut up Edgar!"

Curtis lay on the bed and scolded him.

Edgar slept on his lower bunk. The temperature tonight was quite warm, and the heat brought by the quilt was just right.

He apologized for what he said just now: "I didn't mean that, but that moment will always come, and when that day comes, you can replace him and take over this train."

Curtis tossed and turned: "I'm not the leader."

Edgar disagreed, his eyes were filled with admiration: "I think you are the most suitable."

Curtis opened his eyes with a complicated expression.

"Edgar, do you remember your mother?" he asked suddenly.

A touch of confusion immediately appeared in Edgar's adoring emotion: "I...can think of her face from time to time...but it's not clear."

"Beep--"

"Beep--"

Everyone was awakened by the whistle.

"Get down! Get down!"

A group of soldiers rushed in, Yue Yingying was holding the quilt and was about to observe what happened when a soldier stuck his head up.

"Don't look at me like that!" he yelled.

Yue Yingying immediately shrank back when she heard the words, but luckily the soldiers just looked around, not doing anything.

That's how they checked everyone and urged them to get out and line up.

Yue Yingying felt baffled, looked at Bo Yanjun, and saw that he put away Tang Jian in his arms as if nothing had happened.

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She was shocked: "President! Do you have the space bracelet this time?"

Bo Yanjun denied: "No, Tang Jian is a prop."

Items can be stored in the game space.

"Does this kind of thing still sell in the item bar? How much is it?" She also wanted to buy one for fun.

Bo Yanjun glanced at her, for some reason Yueyingying felt suspicion in this look.

"This thing is heavy and not suitable for you."

"Ok."

Besides, she doesn't know how to wield a sword.

Dispelling this idea, the two followed the flow of people to the end. As their eyes shifted, Qiao Zhiwu's tall physique came into view.

Naturally, he also noticed Yue Yingying and Bao Yanjun, and looked at the distance between them. It was fine, and when they were far away, he showed a fierce face, bared his teeth, and threatened fiercely.

"Is he an acrobat?"

Yue Yingying squinted, looking at him like a monkey show performer walking around the streets in the 80s.

(End of this chapter)