Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 905 The night is coming
"...So, you are neither friends nor enemies?"

The white steam from a large cup of hot tea blurred the opposite face, and even his voice seemed to be steamed and ethereal.For the first time, Lin Sanjiu knew that Hu Changzai liked drinking tea so much—was it because they had too few chances to get along in the past, or had she forgotten it after so many years?

"I don't know what kind of relationship it is," she smiled wryly, "Anyway, he probably won't kill me."

Hu Chang was holding his teacup, and nodded thoughtfully.

After the hasty farewell to the love of God, his appearance changed again: when he was raised as a "livestock", the extra flesh on his body disappeared at some point, and his skin was honed by the wind, sand and sunlight. Fine lines.Obviously no longer short-sighted, but he still wears a pair of glasses habitually, even though one lens is empty; only those sunken eye sockets due to thinness still shine with the same gentle and slightly stubborn eyes.

Thinking back to the adventurous time in the extremely hot hell, I still know that it was as dazzling as the sun at noon yesterday.Seeing Hu Changzai again is like re-encountering that period of time in my life - suddenly, all the memories of that time come alive, fighting, blood, dependence, talking and laughing, smells and the starry sky...

"What about you?"

After being silent for a few seconds, Lin Sanjiu raised his head and glanced over the group of silent dolls behind Hu Chang. "You... What's going on? How did you get here all these years?"

Hu Changzai also gave the same wry smile as she did just now.

"I don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky." He sighed, turning the teacup in his hand, "The third doomsday world I experienced was the Central Twelve Worlds, when I was regarded as a rare item It was caught... I still remember when it was first sold, it was at an auction. Since then, I rarely leave the Twelve Realms."

Lin Sanjiu pressed her lips tightly and listened without saying a word.

"I have been turned around four or five times. Although I have fought fiercely and knocked down more than one person...but my basic evolution is really lagging behind--besides, I don't have any special items, and they don't allow me to Yes. In fact, to this day, I don’t know what kind of relationship I have with those buyers... They know that I am different from the goods, and they want to use me and beware of me; some people will deliberately He is very kind to me, better than ordinary people, probably hoping that I can obey him wholeheartedly. However, most buyers are still unwilling to let me follow suit. I think it is because they don’t want others to know what they say all the time. Is it true?"

Hu Changzai didn't seem to care much about the days when he was constantly changing hands, with a calm expression on his face, he just took another sip of tea.He exhaled a burst of hot white air in satisfaction, and said softly: "If I have to define it, I should be a mixed object of goods, slaves and employees to buyers."

Lin Sanjiu lowered his head and took a deep breath.

"Have you suffered a lot?"

"Suffering is nothing to talk about," Hu Changzai said slowly in a very low voice, "After all, you don't have to take risks by yourself, and life resources are abundant. But for so many years, I haven't been able to take a look at what I want to see. Scenery, go to the place I want to go—although I live every day, it doesn’t feel like my own life.”

He raised his eyes in the heat, and seemed to be a bit dazed.There must have been more painful, more overwhelming experiences in the process of being kept changing hands as objects; but he didn't say a word.What he cares most about seems to be the journey he missed on the road.

It was hard for her to imagine a life tied to a rope.

"Do you want to get rid of the puppeteer?" Lin Sanjiu raised his head abruptly, and asked eagerly, "If you want, I will help you—"

"Ah, it's okay." Unexpectedly, Hu Changzai waved his hand, "Puppeteer...he's different from other buyers."

Lin Sanjiu raised one eyebrow in doubt, but Hu Changzai didn't go on to say why the puppeteer was "different"; he put down his teacup, didn't deliberately change the subject, but admitted honestly: "I I think he definitely doesn't want me to talk about him behind his back, so I won't tell you."

This kind of inadvertent directness seems to make people see the shadow of Hu Changzai in the extremely hot hell.

"Okay," Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but smile slightly, "I have a friend named Bohemia who is currently looking after the puppeteer in the medical room. So you don't need to rush there, just eat something and rest... ...If you need anything, just talk to Sarais."

Hu Changzai blushed slightly, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Okay...you are still the same as before, not much changed."

There's none?
Lin Sanjiu was suddenly in a daze.She vaguely felt that something in herself had changed quietly, but she couldn't explain why—she simply let go of this thought and sighed: "There is one more thing... about the order of the doomsday world. But this one It's a long story," she looked up at the color of the sky revealed in the skylight at the top of the tea room, "I'm going out soon, let's talk about it in detail when I come back."

Hu Changzai nodded, held the teacup carefully, and left following Sarais' guidance.

Even though there are seven living people and a large group of dolls living in the spaceship, Exodus still looks so empty and vast, and it doesn't add a little bit of popularity.Lin Sanjiu didn't call the single-person suspension cabin, but walked slowly along the long, silent corridor; she frowned tightly along the way, only her thoughts drifted away with the sound of her footsteps, as if the entire spaceship She was the only one left.

After returning to the room, she changed into an all-black combat uniform—it seemed that the package was compiled based on the uniform of a certain country's field team.The thick rubber soles of the short boots are both light and strong, and the sound when they hit the ground is almost inaudible; after tightening the belt, counting her special items, and checking the black backpack that Sibaan left for her, Lin San The wine called Sallys.

"Siba An hasn't woken up yet?"

"No," Saras replied softly. "Do you need to wake him up?"

It seemed that he was not just "tired" - Lin Sanjiu thought of the faint smell of blood that lingered on his body.

"No, no need. Let him sleep on,"

Lin Sanjiu flicked the black bag onto his back, and tied the strap tightly around his chest.The gun was hard and heavy against her back, and the coolness of the bullet clip was pressed against her waist through the cloth.

"I didn't plan to go with him from the beginning."

(End of this chapter)