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 a rural middle school. There was a little girl named Zhaodi, but she said her name was Yunfang and everyone could call her "Fangfang". Her eyes are clear and lively, but her clothes are simple and she wears a school uniform all year round, which is comparable to what I have. His grades are also good, and he is in the top ten of basic schools. Because we were both "students" in that crappy school, we knew each other. However, in the second semester of the second grade of junior high school, she did not come to class. Later I heard that her family forced her to either marry an old accountant in the village or work in a factory to make money for her family. In the end, out of desperation, she went to a garment factory. Although I don’t know whether it is true or not, of course, if I know it, I can only feel sorry for a while. I still remember a song that was often played on the village radio at that time - "There is a girl in the village named Xiaofang. 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 we had time to ask where we were sorry, the female translator closed her eyes completely. I touched her carotid artery and there was no sign of life. Seeing that the beauty is gone, I don’t want to waste time searching for others and thinking about what the female translator means.
Due to the high level of the earthquake, the ground was already torn apart. I climbed high and low 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 faint energy movement. Through the smoke and dust, I could see a small energy shield in the distance, emitting dots of starlight in the dark environment. Although the size is not very large, it is definitely a paradise in front of the purgatory on earth. I was stunned for a moment, and for the first time I realized that when I came here, someone was trying to recruit me half-threateningly, half-pacifyingly. That energy shield is not a matrix-type defensive wall formation. At the same time, the person who used the energy shield should be someone similar to me. In other words, I, the Great Song Dynasty, 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 20 people in our group.
When 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 survivors, and the rest 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 hurriedly asked: "You are not me. Are you not afraid of poisonous gas?" Wu Song replied calmly: "The sensor has detected that the air can barely be breathed. We just stayed in the energy shield for too long and there was insufficient oxygen. After we came out, The dust is so heavy that the filtration system of the helmet is about to fail, so we can only breathe 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 was about thirty-seven or eighteen years old. look like. I guess he is 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, I will never gossip. I didn't ask much. Just tell Xuan Jing that the female translator named Yunfang also died. Xuan Jing was a little disappointed. Then I added that she said she was sorry to us before she died, but I didn’t know what she meant. At this time, Xuan Jing's expression changed drastically. He murmured to himself: "I told her a secret that she shouldn't know originally, but why did she betray me?"
Hearing this, I inexplicably imagined a gossip scene - the prince accidentally met a folk Cinderella. Although I don't know what part of Cinderella attracted the prince. In short, the prince fell in love with Cinderella. However, due to the disparity in their status, the prince cannot marry Cinderella. The most important thing is that their relationship cannot be made public yet. Cinderella does not want to be abandoned, but she also does not want to return to the class of her original family. So he chose to sell some secrets to accumulate wealth for his future life.
At this time, Xuan Jing sighed again and said, "Unfortunately, over the years, I have been focusing on the hostile forces, but I have ignored the friends around me."
