"Please note, please note that this ship has entered a thirty-second launch countdown and is about to fly to Cotstar Port. I wish all crew members a happy journey."
To say that Wu Mo was not nervous would be absolutely false.
When he heard the broadcast, his whole body tensed in vain, becoming stiff and straight, his head stretched forward, and his eyes fixed; his arms were tightly held like a hurdle vest, and the veins on the backs of his hands were exposed; his brain There was a blank inside, his lips moved, and he could not help but count silently.
The country boy who came out of the Orton Mountains experienced many firsts in his life during this period. And the feeling of being about to fly into the sky was even more shocking than the fact that he had spiritual consciousness.
Comparing the two, one is a secret that cannot be seen in the light, and the other is the kind of expectation that can make blood boil just by thinking about it.
Since ancient times, human beings have longed to have a pair of wings that can fly. This is the inheritance of ancestral blood engraved in their bones.
I don't know when, a solemn and oppressive aura spread from Wu Mo's body, and it infected everyone in the crew cabin.
Both the boys and girls who came to practice, and the middle-aged teachers who led the team, all had serious expressions on their faces.
The crew cabin, which was originally chatting and laughing, instantly became silent.
In this limited enclosed space, within such a reachable distance, it was completely different from the vast world we were on the Linsen Island Pier at that time, and we could feel Wu Mo's extraordinaryness even more strongly.
In just a moment, this heavy breath filled the entire crew cabin, which was mixed with all kinds of indescribable emotions, including reluctance, tension, hesitation, and expectation. . . It seems like everyone can relate to it in every detail.
What a spiritual disciple!
The two quick-thinking teachers turned to look at each other and found that each other's bodies were trembling uncontrollably, and they were already crying in their hearts.
"The embodied soul field! Your sister! She is indeed the kind of boss in the legend!"
One of the teachers named Wang is the leader of Huang Curly Hair.
He brought the child out. He was alive and kicking when he came out, but when he came back, he had turned into a small box of ashes.
Whether emotionally or attitudinal, Teacher Wang must find out the truth about the yellow curly hair incident. This is not only an explanation for himself, but also an explanation for Huang Curly's family after returning.
Of course, Teacher Wang knew clearly that what he said when he returned may not be the truth.
Because the truth is cruel, the feeling of powerlessness can pierce the hearts of Huang Curly's family.
In fact, since the accident, Teacher Wang's speculation has been almost the same as the real situation. The only thing missing is the evidence of the soul field manifesting at this time.
He pressed his white lips tightly and shook his head silently, his eyes full of bitterness.
"Xiao Yan is very stubborn. If he picks fights and troubles with this kind of people, he is probably born to be a short-lived ghost. No wonder the military department wants to take sides! We are going to take this kind of secret into the coffin!"
What the hell! Don't you have the eyesight to read the military report?
Teacher Wang shrank in frustration and buried his head in his arms. He knew clearly that
"I am not lucky enough to be on good terms with this great god, so I can only stay away from him."
Some people, no matter what is good or evil, right or wrong, are destined to be on the opposite side from the beginning.
Wu Mo's arm was pulled, and the next moment, a warm and moist little hand was stuffed into the stiff palm.
On one side of his face, Si Wenjun reacted. He couldn't help but stretched out his catkin without caring about the eyes of others.
"Relax, there are still hundreds of light years ahead."
Wu Mo smiled reluctantly.
It had to be said that holding Si Wenjun's little hand made him feel very comforted.
Wu Mo's lower abdomen felt weak, and he was instantly filled with the urge to urinate.
The spaceship took off.
There was no roar as Wu Mo imagined, nor was there any earth-shaking movement.
Such a huge object suddenly jumped up from the ground and hovered silently in the air dozens of meters high, without even picking up a grain of gravel.
Fortunately, the urge to pee came and went quickly, leaving Wu Mo only slightly embarrassed.
He stared at the holographic window diagonally above and was greatly surprised. He turned to Si Wenjun and asked,
"Hey, isn't such a long runway just for space ships?"
"Although this ship is old, it is also a second- or third-generation field-driven aircraft and does not need a runway."
Si Wenjun is not a know-it-all. Her knowledge of various military and civilian aircraft is very limited, and she only has some basic common sense.
She looked at the well-behaved Si Wenyuan and others over there, and thought to herself,
"If my brother comes to tell him, he can scare this silly boy into a daze."
Boys generally have a strong interest in things like mechas and spaceships, and Si Wenyuan is considered a master at it. Under the age of eighteen, he already owns a Class C mecha and an atmospheric aircraft. Class C qualification certificate.
This is a very remarkable achievement.
You know, even the mechas of the special service team only need Class D mecha qualifications.
Generally speaking, imperial citizens who are over 16 years old (only spiritual disciples and above can obtain imperial citizenship) can apply for Category F to Category C qualifications. But in fact, even for the lowest level F qualification, very few people can pass it.
Because no matter what type of qualification, it actually requires certain skills of the professional as a basis. If an imperial citizen who is not a professional does not have talent in this area, or does not practice diligently, both of which are indispensable, it is impossible to pass the qualification examination.
Si Wenjun secretly made up his mind,
"We have to find an opportunity for my brother and the others to join in."
Even with these two natural treasures by her side, if she missed them, she would be in great pain for Si Wenyuan and the others.
Si Wenjun smiled softly and said,
"These two runways have been built for hundreds of years and have been well maintained. They have become a symbol of Cote Star."
Her other hand, somewhere she didn't know, raised a shiny little sign.
"No, look, this is a special grade Kurt trial medal. There are two runways on one planet."
Wu Mo took it and played with it, then muttered,
"Special grade?"
Si Wenjun's words were filled with pride,
"In the history of the Kurt Trial, special grades have never been awarded! Only our team got it."
She knew very well in her heart that the reason why it was a special grade had nothing to do with the silly boy in front of her and that silly bear over there. If there is a special grade or a special grade, it can only be in the pocket of their Lena Star team.
Before Si Wenjun finished speaking, there was another 'ooo' sound, but the space ship started up again and flew towards the vast starry sky.
