Abyss Express

Chapter 78wn① [Innocent World·Innocent World]

Foreword:

Of course you can quote famous quotes when making sense, but famous quotes may not be correct, and the truth is not as useful as physics.

——Fox Husband

On November 1st, the early morning mist had not completely dispersed.

The volcanic city of Eureka has ushered in a new sunrise. The sun should be new, and so may everything.

Faye Frosalin, who was struggling in her uniform, thought this way - would it be too late to give in and surrender completely?

But day by day, this dark cage seemed to show no sign of opening. No matter how she called for [Heavenly Grant], the aura that had always protected her, harmed her, helped her and even killed her - had disappeared.

Xueming and Meteor sat on the guardrail of the Siberia frigate, gradually watching the warship approach the shore, seeing the port of Adulis getting closer and closer, and seeing a vast ocean of golden wheat ears.

Finally it’s time to say goodbye——

"——Axing."

Bu Liuxing was still talking and laughing, and he couldn't stop talking about family affairs.

"Brother Ming! Shanshan is born! It's a girl!"

Xueming: "You said it for the third time, I know - I don't know who it is that has been pregnant for three years."

"Hey! Hey hey hey!~" Meteor leaned against Xueming's side and pushed Xueming with his elbow. It was easy for him to bully the gunsmith with his abundant big wolf essence, "Hey, tell me, you Let’s talk about it! How about your three younger brothers competing for my daughter?”

Xueming was squeezed by the strong man and hid in the direction of the ship: "Their stories must be written by themselves - I don't like arranged marriages."

"It's finally over!" Meteor opened his arms and hooked on the guardrail like a starfish, "It's finally over! ~ Finally I can take a break! ~ Brother Ming! Let's go traveling! ~ I have many places to visit Go!"

Jiang Xueming: "Occasionally, I don't really like going out. Especially when traveling far away."

Bu Liuxing: "We have traveled so far! It must be 10,000 kilometers, right?!"

Jiang Xueming: "If you include the round trip, it should be more than 28,000 kilometers, taking a boat, walking, riding a motorcycle, and paragliding."

Bu Liuxing's eyes widened——

"--Wow!"

Jiang Xueming: "Thank you, Axing. Without you by my side, I wouldn't have been able to walk this far."

"Why are you saying that you don't have all these things!~" Meteor looked embarrassed and smiled so much that he couldn't even see his eyes: "I'm just telling you! Let's get together! We will definitely kill each other - the first time I see you , I knew you were reliable!"

When the crying general opened his eyes again, his companions were gone.

It's like a gust of wind that comes and goes without a trace, slipping away from your fingertips, and you can't hold it tightly no matter what.

He was originally still greedy for pleasure, wanted to ask questions clearly, wanted to kill both innocence and romance——

"——Brother Ming, I have turned into lapis lazuli."

There is no answer to this question, because in the story of Chivalry, the sharp knife will always be rusty, but the chivalrous heart will always be young.

Perhaps in a few decades, Ah Xing will gradually grow up, and Xueming's story will eventually be told.

The long-lived Lapis Lazuli Wolf has historical records and can live for more than 1,200 years, which is unimaginable to Homo sapiens.

Meteor was about to sell a blood donation package for BOSS, and was going to have a serious discussion with Brother Ming on how to spend the next hundred years, or even the next thousand years - this is why it is difficult for Lezi people to grow old.

But Xueming didn't give the good brother this chance, just like the chance encounter in Seat 15B, Car 13, Platform 3.

In an encounter, the first words are not a formal greeting.

So when saying goodbye, the last words are definitely not goodbye.

The pilot pulled the whistle, and the Adulis Port was bustling with people. Bu Mei Xing suddenly felt lost. He only felt that everything was so noisy and yet so quiet.

The anonymous elites disembarked one by one and slowly walked towards the Luna Best Stadium amid flower petals and ribbons, salutes and cheers - he seemed to have become the center of the world and the protagonist of the story.

The partners never mentioned the gunsmith again, including all the insiders of Operation Autumn Harvest. Even if there was no military order and confidentiality contract, even if there was no [Hell Highway] to rewrite it under hypnosis, it seemed that this unspoken rule had become tacitly understood. Fun Internet Facts.

The review ceremony that circled the field was over, but Bu Liuxing just kept crying.

His too slow brain finally realized and finally reacted——

——The people who should stay in this stadium to listen to the cheers have long since escaped secretly.

"Mr. Zhang, your lunch is ready. There is a small problem with the luggage check-in service." The stewardess with a sweet voice said to Xueming: "When you get off at the Mimir Hot Spring Market platform, Remember to deal with it.”

Jiang Xueming nodded, his heart suddenly thumping.

The luggage he wanted to check was Beloberg.

There was no way this divine sword could be left on the ship, and the organization department didn't tell him what to do. Regarding the evacuation plan for Shambhala - all signs showed that Ao Ruimingde seemed to want the gunsmith to come back to the forefront.

Just when he was immersed in thought and troubled by Belloberg's promise to return home, a stoker came from the direction of the commander's cabin.

"hero."

Jiang Xueming quickly raised his hand to interrupt: "No! No, no! Please, living ancestor."

The stoker watched around and whispered cautiously: "Are you on a secret mission?"

Jiang Xueming: "Indeed."

"I can't believe it." Mr. Stoker couldn't hold back his joy. "When the ocean airlines and the railway shipping department sent the photos, the conductor and I were shocked."

"We asked who was the bold and shameless thief who dared to steal cultural relics from the War History Museum."

"Belloberg, oh my god, Belloberg."

"Who can guess the result? Who dares to imagine? The hero from historical legends comes to me again. Me."

Before he finished speaking——

——The gunsmith seems to have accepted this torture many times.

He held down the stoker's shoulders, and his gloves blocked SD's special psychic power very well.

"I know, let's go through the process."

"Do you have a kid?"

Stoker: "Yes. Yes."

Jiang Xueming tore off a page of the diary, signed it, and drew a simple drawing of the gunsmith in Morpho Clothes.

"Boy or girl?"

Stoker: "Well, I have an eldest daughter."

Xueming added a few fireworks to the simple drawing, drew a pink bow on the beloberg, and asked casually: "How many sons are there?"

Stoker: "Two younger sons."

I followed the same pattern, like a human-shaped printing machine, repeated three drawings, and finally signed each one.

"Give."

The stoker quickly collected these tokens——

"——Thank you, thank you."

Xueming: "Help me send the things to Mimir's logistics system to Saladin. I want to go to Saladin."

Stoker: "Understood!"

The traffic lights outside the car window flew by.

The rumble of the steel wheels rolling against the rails was like a heartbeat.

Lonely and empty caves, deep and narrow tunnels, hot elevated suspension bridges, and cold winding mountain walkways.

Familiar scenery from the past kept flashing before my eyes, and across thousands of mountains and rivers, I could occasionally see people, or platform chandeliers in the darkness, or village markets under the light of Xin Wang.

The pen wrote and crossed out in the diary, crossed out and continued writing.

He was still six hours away from his next destination. He suddenly felt very tired and turned his head slightly to take a nap. The earlobe rests on a strong yet soft shoulder.

Bai Qingqing tilted her head and looked at her husband, grinning and snickering: "What a coincidence!"

Jiang Xueming explained: "After I got off the boat, I wanted to return the sword, so I left first."

Brother Qi wanted to put his arm around Xueming's waist, but her hands were a bit short and she fiddled with them on the armrest of the seat for a long time.

"Hey!~Hey!"

Jiang Xueming pushed up the armrest, and the two-person seat that was originally separated became a small sofa.

Brother Qi said in surprise: "There is also this function? Why didn't I know about it?"

"You haven't had a ride for a long time." Jiang Xueming shook his head, pursed his lips and explained: "Since taking pregnancy leave, where have you been on missions? BOSS has been taking care of our family, but I am afraid that the children will not be taken care of."

"How do you think I found you?" Xiao Qizhi asked proudly.

Jiang Xueming: "I won't guess."

Xiaoqi: "Oh! Just take a guess!"

Jiang Xueming: "I won't guess, I don't want to guess anymore. How old are you to guess - you love me, and I love you too. Maybe there is a gravitational force between us, and you followed that gravitational force to find me."

"You guessed it right!~Reward you!~"

Xiaoqi pounced forward and began to flick her lover's lips with her tongue wildly.

In order to avoid suspicion, the unknown mistress got off the bus one stop earlier.

Xueming once again returned to Saladin before the heavy snow closed the mountains, and together with the pathfinders arranged by the hunting group, came to the Holy Land of Elves.

He threw Shiragami's sharp blade back into the lake and into that strange spiritual world——

——This time, Beloberg did not speak again. From the beginning to the end, only two simple symbols appeared on its sword body.

One is waving, waving goodbye.

Another symbol is a split heart, which represents its breakup with the brave human being.

Perhaps one day, there will be another crisis in the underground world, and the elves of the wise giant will continue this friendship.

Fulfilling his promise, the gunsmith returned along the mine crypt of the Mimir Hot Spring Market. He hired a ride and listened to the old driver's boasts - when he passed by the Floyd Mine, he saw the tourist again. The regiment's convoy is about to enter the old site of the Skull and Bones Society.

Now it has become an Internet celebrity attraction and a "hidden road" in the old city. It just doesn't have the original perverted and crazy flame blast roller coaster, and it seems to be a little more civilized. But gun fighting still exists, and it is a traditional folk custom that must be tasted in the hot spring market.

Back at the ticket express lane, Jiang Xueming was about to queue up, but was called to the other side by the flight attendant.

"Hey! This is the military expressway, sir! You are on the wrong track!"

Only then did Xueming react and quickly walked to the end of the team. Looking at the two empty portable windows, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of peace of mind - yes, this was the road he advocated to provide evidence for the purpose of emergency dispatch of local officers and soldiers during wartime. What was pioneering has now become a benefit for some veterans.

He struggled on the left and was finally able to get back to the right.

Take a long detour, from the Eurasian Continental Bridge to the First Railway Network, and return to the Dead Couple Agency. I need to tell Commander Nanami the good news.

Nearly half a year had passed, and when the platform got closer, he was surprised to find that Nanami had been waiting on the platform.

"Hey! The short one!" Nanami didn't know what to call the current gunsmith. She was so anxious that she was sweating profusely, but she couldn't hide the happiness on her face: "Hey! The short one! The short one! The tall one. Didn't anyone come with you?"

Jiang Xueming: "It's inconvenient, he is busy celebrating."

"How abominable! I won't take such a good thing with you!" Nanami was waiting on the platform.

Xueming picked up her luggage and jumped out of the window——

"——I asked for it myself."

Nanami suddenly realized, covering her mottled blond hair, she felt a headache. The matter was too complicated and she couldn't wrap her head around it.

"oh!"

Jiang Xueming: "Let me see you."

"I know! I knew you would come!" Nanami jumped up and down, then took out two G26s from her carrying bag and gave them to the gunsmith: "Hey! Here you go! I'll give you two more!"

Jiang Xueming quickly accepted it, and he didn't notice it at all.

Nanami lifted the suitcase and put Jessica out.

Jessica said weakly: "I calculated the time. Everyone was watching the news, so I thought you should come. I want Nanami to look at the two trains on the platform more often when she is on duty every day. Sure enough, you came today."

"A lot of people have come to the platform in the past two years! Many, many people!" Nana said in a serious tone: "They are all people from the Secret Library! It seems they are going to continue to study Rune! The short one!"

They talked as they walked, and when they returned to the ironworks, Xueming found that the place seemed to be covered with notes.

At first it was written as advice to subsequent passengers, but until the content of asking for wishes appeared, the residential building of the ironworks opened a special wishing wall - filled with all kinds of strange wishes.

Following Mrs. Enrique back to McDonald's, Xue Ming reluctantly ate a meal, then went to the toilet and vomited it all out——

——When he came to the wishing wall, he saw a very large piece of paper in the center, which seemed to squeeze out other people's wishes.

He was still wondering who was so domineering, but he was relieved after taking a closer look.

[Wish Gunsmith UR to super evolve and become my slave forever! ~]

[——Ao ruthless Mingde]

The next day, Jiang Xueming said goodbye to Ghost and the Stardust Warriors and boarded the return train.

I happened to pass by the Fangfeng settlement and took a look at the fossil jungle from a distance. The construction team was busy, so it was not easy to disturb the faceless lady. After all, the last time we met, I didn't leave a good impression, and I invited her to eat for the second time. I went to Iai with a dump truck, but I didn’t drive there this time—it seemed like we couldn’t be good friends anymore.

Before New Year's Day, a group of passengers prepared their annual reports in advance to avoid the peak return period. There seemed to be a lot of people on this train returning to the Nine Realms.

He was almost crowded with tourists, ranging from 60 to 70 years old to 15 or 16 years old, and some were traveling with children.

According to the train service plan, the train will not stop at Fangfeng Village, but when passing by here, you can still hear many people talking about it.

It is the first destination of the Gunsmith and the Crying General.

At first, the content of people's conversations was normal - they were simply something to talk about after dinner, but then it gradually changed.

A father said to his child——

"——Baby, you have to gain some energy from now on and steal the security employee's gun when you enter the station, do you understand?"

My mother also echoed -

"——Yes, yes! If you want to find a partner with a long tail, your hobbies must be cultivated from an early age!"

Xueming's eyes darkened after hearing this. He wanted to say something, to refute, to struggle.

But it's a pity that he is not qualified. He is not qualified.

He couldn't reason with the parents, so he could only talk about physics.

Still more than two hundred kilometers away from the Nine Realms, the psychiatrist put on a mask and covered his face.

Give each of the parents a slap in the face, knocking them all unconscious, and then jump through the window and escape to other cars at the speed of light.

Before the train arrived at the station, when the speed dropped to 26 kilometers per hour, Xueming jumped out of the train and walked back to the Joestar Club - he quietly bypassed Sister Hong's reception desk and waited for a while on the second-floor terrace.

Bai Lu happened to be taking care of her children. Zhengyang had a strange mind and didn't know what he was thinking about all day long.

He said to his sister-in-law: "The tree in front of the door is so beautiful! Can I be buried there when I die?"

Bai Lu simply couldn't understand the child's thoughts——

——She only felt noisy and didn’t know where this strong desire to self-destruct came from. My brother never said these weird things when he was a child.

"No, why do you think of dying? Erbao!"

Jiang Zhengyang responded: "Because my father is dead! There are people in school laughing at me for not having a father!"

Bai Lu immediately had murderous intentions: "Who said that? Tell me. I will seek justice for you!"

"No, no, no, sister." At this point, Zhengyang's voice became weaker and weaker: "I, I."

Bai Lu: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhengyang whispered: "I changed that guy's lunch box into dog food, mixed it with some laundry detergent, and it was the same color as rice, just to clean his mouth--while eating it, he still said it tasted wrong!

Jiang Bai followed with a smile and said: "Hahahahaha!~ I was sent to have my stomach lavaged by the teacher! Does that taste right!?"

The always docile Sanwa Zhenzhen also echoed: "We must strike hard! I found a little change in the pocket of the clothes my mother sent to the laundry room. It was the laundry detergent I bought!"

"Me, me, me! Me!" Zheng'er raised his hand: "I fed this guy food! He was so happy with it!"

Suddenly, Erbao's face turned serious while he was laughing. He knew that he actually knew everything - his sharp intuition could not ignore the old man in the direction of the terrace, but he was not ready to face it all.

Regarding the disappearance of Dagda's Cauldron, the boss had to spend a lot of energy to negotiate with the Security Council and explain to the philosophers.

After Xueming cleaned up his son, he went to the special teahouse for a metaphysical examination. The spirit was fine, and it seemed that the wishing cup had really disappeared.

When he returned to the cabinet as a psychologist, he saw the boss wearing an electronic anklet and sitting listlessly at his desk.

"Oh! You're here?"

Jiang Xueming felt it was unreasonable: "Leader, how could they do this to you?"

"Actually." The boss picked it up casually, and the shackles used for electronic positioning were unlocked, "It's just a symbolic meaning - a small punishment for a big warning."

"Oh" Xueming didn't continue to say - he was curious, how could such a small shackles possibly trap the boss, maybe he could see more exciting scenes, such as various talismans, tattoos, psychic catalysts, plus the five-flowered tortoise shell binding.

The sudden spiritual pressure was like a club, and the boss felt cold in his heart: "What were you thinking about just now?"

Jiang Xueming: "Nothing."

BOSS: "Really?"

Jiang Xueming: "Nothing, nothing, really nothing."

BOSS coughed, slowly changed into formal clothes, and tied a bow tie.

"So are you here for fun? Or are you here to do business?"