After an introduction, Zishu and the three beasts also got acquainted.
Over the No. 4 fragment continent.
A bright red motorboat speeds through the air, with a snow-white eagle beside it.
Qingbai: "...you step back."
Zheng Yang was stunned and said, "Please bear with me. This is a single-person motorboat. It's normal for it to be crowded."
"But, but you..." Qingbai blushed and lowered her head, her voice getting smaller and smaller.
Flying at high altitudes, the wind was louder, and the rat was not wearing a helmet.
Zheng Yang could only give Zi Mouse a Bluetooth that was only connected to the internal communication channel of his helmet.
Bluetooth headset: The wind is so loud, and you said it so quietly, how could I possibly receive it?
Zheng Yang put his arms around Zi Shu's thin waist and asked loudly without hearing clearly.
"You! What! What!?"
Zheng Yang was wearing a helmet, and the internal communication was transmitted to the Bluetooth headset, and the sound was extremely loud.
Qingbai trembled with fright, became angry, and yelled, "You've hit me!!!"
Zheng Yang: "......"
Qingbai: "......"
Maoqiu: "Jiwa?"
Wolf: "Ouch!" (What are you talking about!!)
Bai Ying: "咻咻咻?"
Zheng Yang: ".....cough, cough, cough..."
It’s very embarrassing. Fortunately, wearing a helmet gives me at least a fig leaf.
"Physiologically, I can't help it..." Zheng Yang blushed and explained hurriedly.
I'm so innocent. There are only two people on a single-person motorboat.
Qingbai sat in the front, and he sat in the back. He needed to stick closer so that he wouldn't fall. To stick close, he had to hold his arms tighter, so that if he accidentally touched it, it would be soft.
Who can bear this? The abbot has to shout for me to return to secular life, let alone a hot-blooded eighteen-year-old boy like Zheng Yang?
The younger brother is like a caveman without a cave, wanting to bravely attack to find the cave he dreams of.
Qingbai was high in the sky, although her little face was blown white.
But you can vaguely see a few wisps of red clouds flashing past.
Suddenly, she seemed to hear something whispering.
It was a little quiet. I blocked out the wind from my mind, and gradually heard the small beeping in the Bluetooth headset.
"Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity, friendship, prosperity, strength and democracy..."
Qingbai: "......"
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Temporary base of the Typhonian rebels.
On the tarmac.
A motorboat landed, followed by an eagle spreading its wings.
A receptionist came over, followed by soldiers walking quickly.
Zheng Yang squinted his eyes and suddenly felt that the receptionist looked familiar.
Unexpectedly, the receptionist was the first to speak: "Why is it you again?"
"You, you're the nosy receptionist?"
"Shh!" The receptionist glanced left and right and found a soldier next to him, stretching out his hand.
"What are you doing?" Zheng Yang was confused by the hand stretched out in front of him.
"Here's the key to the motorboat," the receptionist said.
Zheng Yang looked slightly confused: "Isn't it a gift?"
The receptionist's head was full of black lines: "Ning is a contemporary prostitute? Didn't the person in charge of supplies tell you when you received it?"
Zheng Yang thought about it carefully and remembered that the person in charge of supplies seemed to have said so when he gave him the key.
"Oh, it's all the same. Let's continue gossiping..." Zheng Yang smiled and reached out to hold the receptionist's shoulders.
It's a pity that the receptionist couldn't help but said seriously, "It's different, the motorboat needs to be recycled..."
Then he thought about it, lowered his voice, pointed to the soldier standing next to him, and whispered to Zheng Yang, "Brother, don't embarrass me. I want to give you the motorboat too. It's not mine anyway, but it's the thief's from above." Cruel, in order to prevent the receptionist from collaborating with relatives and friends to steal the motorboat, we specially arranged for this annoying person to monitor us."
Soldier: "... Next time you whisper, remember to keep your voice down."
Zheng Yang or the receptionist made an OK gesture.
"Okay" x2
soldier:"......"
After giving the keys to the motorboat to the soldier, Zheng Yang put his arm around Qing Bai's shoulders and pulled him to his side.
Ignoring her blushing face, she lowered her head, steam was already coming out of her head, and she was still stubbornly defending the aloof elder sister's persona, Qingbai, and hugged her directly.
He strode into the hall where the rebels received the mercenaries.
Walked for a while.
Zheng Yang stopped, grabbed the ignorant Qingbai with both hands, and shook her.
"Hey, wake up, it's time to turn in the mission."
"Ah... it's not appropriate here..." Qingbai seemed to have not yet escaped from the fantasy in her mind and responded to Zheng Yang's words.
Zheng Yang: "......"
Qingbai reacted, and the steam on his head suddenly increased.
Zheng Yang: "Wow, the steam on your head..."
Before he finished speaking, Zishu punched Zheng Yang on the chest with a small pink fist, and then trotted shyly to the Wanzitou registrar's office.
Zheng Yang knelt on the ground, clutching his chest, and a few lines of blood flowed from the corners of his closed mouth.
Less, the girl has good arm strength...
The receptionist hurriedly pulled Zheng Yang up and said, "Brother, are you okay?"
"It's okay, I won't be able to catch even a mere female punch." Zheng Yang waved his hand, then pointed at the wolf and Bai Ying behind him and said, "Is the resistance so open-minded that even wild beasts are allowed into the reception hall?"
"That's right, there are many mercenaries, and of course we have to include the beast-controlling mercenary."
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ps: Let’s see if I can code the second chapter before 12 o’clock~
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone~
