After shouting, the female translator began to breathe rapidly. I took a deep breath of the air mixed with smoke and dust, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh. I remember when I was in junior high school, there was a classmate from a different class in the rural middle school, and there was a little girl.
Her name is Zhaodi, but she says her name is Yunfang, and everyone can call her "Fangfang". Her eyes are clear and smart, but her clothes are simple. She wears school uniforms all year round, which is comparable to what I have. Her grades are also good, basically
She was in the top ten of the school. Because we were both "students" in that poor school, we knew each other. However, in the second semester of the second grade of junior high school, she didn't come to class. Later I heard that her family forced her, or
She married an old accountant in the village, or worked in a factory to make money for her family. Finally, she went to a garment factory out of desperation. Although she didn’t know whether it was true or not, of course, if she knew it, she would only feel sorry for a while. I still remember that at that time, the village radio often
Play a song - "There is a girl named Xiaofang in the village. She is good-looking and kind. She has a pair of beautiful big eyes, and her braids are thick and long..."
I whispered: "Fangfang, from the name, it sounds like you have a very ordinary background. But you are in this position. It is God who has favored you and given you talents that are beyond ordinary people. It is a pity that God is jealous of beauty.
"Hold on, don't leave this world like this." The female translator's breathing became even faster, and she said intermittently: "I'm sorry for you, I shouldn't be too greedy, I shouldn't rush into the aristocracy, I'm sorry..." I still
Before I could ask why I was sorry, the female translator closed her eyes completely. I touched her carotid artery, and there was no sign of life. Seeing that the beauty was gone, I didn’t want to waste time, searching for others and thinking.
What does female translator mean?
Due to the high level of the earthquake, the ground was already torn apart. I climbed up and down in the volcanic ash. After searching for a long time, I could only occasionally find a few deceased people. After climbing up another ravine, I felt a weak energy.
There was a strange movement, and through the smoke and dust, there was actually a small energy shield in the distance, exuding starlight in the dark environment. Although it was not very big, it was definitely a paradise in front of the hell on earth. I was stunned, and once I understood
, this time I came here, someone was half threatening, half appeasing me. That energy shield is not a matrix defense formation. At the same time, the person who used the energy shield should be someone similar to me. In other words,
I, Da Song, am not the only one who possesses the power of the Moon Spirit. I just don’t know how many people that small energy shield can save. There are more than twenty people in our group.
After I finally climbed to the nearby area, the energy shield over there had been removed, and the smoke and dust had faded a bit. But within my field of vision, there were only five humanoid signals with obvious infrared characteristics. It seemed that there were only five
The survivors and others were in danger. After I quickly ran over, Wu Song was helping Xuan Jing clean the dust outside the special uniform. They all had their masks on and looked out of breath. I asked hurriedly: "You guys
It's not me. Aren't you afraid of poison gas?" Wu Song replied calmly: "The sensor has detected that the air can barely be breathed. We just stayed in the energy cover for too long and there was insufficient oxygen. The dust was too heavy after we came out, and the helmet's filter
The system is dying. We can only take some oxygen at the risk of coughing." At this time, I saw three other people packing their equipment. One of them had a flushed face and looked about thirty-seven or eighteen years old. I guess, he
He's the one who also has the power of the Moon Spirit. However, his physical condition looks different from mine.
But in line with the principle that curiosity killed the cat and never gossiped, I didn’t ask more. I just told Xuan Jing that the female translator named Yunfang also died. Xuan Jing was a little disappointed. Then I said that she said before she died.
I'm sorry for us, I don't know what she means. At this time, Xuan Jing's face changed drastically. He murmured to himself: "I told her a secret that she shouldn't know, but why did she betray her?
I?"
Hearing this, I inexplicably imagined a gossip scene - the prince accidentally met a folk Cinderella. Although I don't know what it is about Cinderella that attracted the prince. In short, the prince fell in love with Cinderella. But because
Their identities were very different, and the prince could not marry Cinderella. Most importantly, their relationship could not be made public. Cinderella did not want to be abandoned, but she also did not want to return to the class of her original family. So she chose
In order to sell some secrets and accumulate wealth for their future life.
At this time, Xuan Jing sighed again and said: "Unfortunately, these years, I have been focusing on the hostile forces, but I have ignored the friends around me."