Fist of Imagination

"The situation has changed. There are strange things mixed in the rain. Ms. Shi, you'd better step in and avoid being struck by lightning for the time being."

Liang De shook off the dim tears on his hand and took half a step forward.

The black amber natural divine power extended outward from his feet and grew upward, supporting a dome to protect him and Shi Yunle from the rain in the bakery that had lost its ceiling at some point.

The other people in the bakery were still oblivious, queuing up and choosing.

Even though there was nothing around them, the customers and shop assistants still moved meticulously and talked normally, as if it was a large-scale non-physical performance.

Shi Yunle looked blankly at the original location of the ceiling.

Above the bakery is a small nursery.

In the rain curtain, a dozen children crawled around happily. The children were playing with each other with invisible toys, and some harsh cries and laughter kept reaching Shi Yunle's ears.

"The tears of the Sinaro people can make creatures ignore the changes in the world, forget about those things that are constantly being lost, and continue their normal lives."

Liang De explained beside Shi Yunle:

"At first they were just putting a few tears in the air - maybe a few thousand fog cannon trucks going into sanitation mode - and making people ignore little things like disappearing American cockroaches and sausages.

"Now it's actually cloudy and raining. I guess they bought commercial-sized synthetic tears to cover up the upcoming big move."

Liang De closed his eyes and thought, the surging martial artist's spiritual sense formed a ring and expanded rapidly outward.

After a moment, his expression became extremely gloomy:

"It's absolutely crazy. Just now, the Sinaro people eliminated all the Pu'er, shrimp dumplings and carrot cakes in the city!"

"Well……"

Shi Yunle wanted to speak but stopped.

Is this a big move... But considering the status of shrimp dumplings in the morning tea world, there seems to be nothing wrong...

Pooh! Shi Yunle, calm down! Compared with the survival of Blue Star, shrimp dumplings are nothing!

Liang De opened his eyes:

"To cover up such an earth-shattering event quietly, they definitely didn't use ordinary standard synthetic tears.

"No, how can these two screaming chickens get so much money? Don't they have to buy a new spaceship? Will they be able to survive, old man?"

He took out the scarred Ypres and squeezed it again and again, extracting a lot of fresh information on the spot.

"...it's so hard for you to borrow money from the people's vitality?!

"Isn't it true that aliens are so stubborn? Are they willing to bear thirty years' imprisonment with interest? You two haven't bought a house on your home planet yet!"

"Bian Liang, you seem to know the movements of aliens very well. Do you have super powers such as full vision?" Shi Yunle asked in a low voice.

Liang De waved his hand and said:

"No, no, I just stole the Sinaro people's flying saucer yesterday and hacked their home AI and communication equipment."

"ha?"

"Ms. Shi, you don't have to worry. I've checked. There are no laws and regulations regarding aliens in the East Country. Their property rights are not protected here, and the flying saucer is not a bicycle. No one will help them find it.

"Hey, if I had known better, I should have hacked my bank account as well. This would have at least delayed their delivery of the new spaceship."

Mr. Liang, who abides by the law, sighed regretfully and said:

"Ms. Shi, due to extreme weather, the superpower given to you by Blue Star in this world will most likely not be delivered on time.

"Considering that the situation is urgent, let's go directly to see Teacher Fang Weiyu.

"Although the savior's superpowers may be sharp, I believe your friendship is the real magic. You can do it!"

Shi Yunle was speechless or pondered for a moment, then said:

"Bian Liang, I can understand your deep feelings for Pu'er, shrimp dumplings and carrot cakes - I also like shrimp dumplings - but if aliens just wipe out morning tea at the rate of one cup or two, what will happen in the provincial capital? It should be okay for the teahouse to last for a year or two.

"The situation doesn't seem to be particularly urgent. Would it be safer for us to wait until the superpower is delivered before looking for Fang Weiyu?"

"According to the new information I got, aliens will be able to board the new spacecraft in three days."

Liang De grabbed the office tablet behind him and listed the relevant data on the screen.

"The Sinaro people with spaceships and the Sinaro people without spaceships are two completely different concepts.

"Ms. Shi, the total mass of the planet under our feet is about 60 trillion tons, of which sea water accounts for 14 billion tons. Human beings themselves have about 400 million to 500 million tons. The entire artificial circle adds up to only 300,000 tons. billion tons.

"And when they get the latest spacecraft bought with a loan and money, they can do a billion tons of work in a day."

"One billion billion..."

Shi Yunle read this huge number softly and said:

"Liang Bian, do you have a way to intercept the Shinaro people's spaceship again?"

"Their newly customized anti-theft system has strengthened its counterattack function and includes a Star Destroyer module. I am not sure that I can steal it again while keeping the Blue Star biosphere generally intact."

Liang De thought for a while and said:

"That would be more detrimental than gain."

"Then let's set off."

Shi Yunle glanced at the children still crawling around above his head, took a deep breath and looked at the gloomy rain curtain outside the door:

"Let's go find Fang Weiyu."

…

"Who the hell comes to me again, who the hell comes to me again!"

After listening to the doorbell solo for ten minutes, Fang Weiyu rushed to the entrance angrily, put his forehead to the cat's eye, and then stood on tiptoes to get taller.

Before opening her eyes, many faces flashed through Fang Weiyu's mind:

Editor Liang, Editor Ye, Editor Li, Third Aunt, Sixth Aunt, Eighth Aunt, and all kinds of dead bones in the company.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a face that was too clean to be normal.

Fang Weiyu tried to push aside the alcohol fog that enveloped her brain groove, and barely recognized the face opposite the cat's eye.

It was the girl in the stupid street interview self-media who asked her if she wanted to destroy the world last night.

"How do you know I live here!"

Wells shrugged, and the racial ability of material reshaping was quietly activated, and the security door between her and Fang Weiyu disappeared immediately.

So cold.

Fang Weiyu's forehead was pressed against Wells' forehead, and Wells' nose was against Fang Weiyu's nose.

Can human body temperature be so cold? Fang Weiyu thought.

The feeling of weightlessness suddenly came.

Wells held Fang Weiyu in his arms like a princess:

"Miss Aboriginal, I'm glad to see you again. I have good news and bad news."

"Mix it up and tell me some news that is neither good nor bad."

Fang Weiyu struggled for a few times, and when she found that she couldn't get out of this person's arms, she immediately collapsed into a puddle of mud:

"Hurry up, I haven't had breakfast yet."

Wells was stunned: "But, but it's almost noon, according to your time division."

A righteous shout exploded behind her:

"You aliens really don't understand anything. It's almost noon, so what? Breakfast at 11 o'clock is still breakfast.

"Yankee, let go of that girl!"