Star Dome: The opening made Black Tower regret for life

It’s all superfluous. I love whoever... This is probably the true portrayal of Jiang Fan’s heart at this moment. People often say that life is actually a path with no end in sight. On the way, you will always come to a crossroads for a moment. choose.

Often when you decide which path you want to take next, the other path will disappear forever. From beginning to end, you must walk firmly on the path you have chosen, and go on without regrets.

Jiang Fan silently raised his head and looked at the three people close at hand, but he felt that every intersection on this three-way road was a desperate situation. It could be said that he had a narrow escape. The blazing flame gun was swirling on his lower abdomen, and the cold rail gun was in the air. There was rubbing on his chin, and there was the electric sound of the electric guitar in his ears.

If he could name any one of them, he would probably have to lie on the ground today and let Swaro resist a wave of damage for him.

After all, the ancestor is his biological son, so he is still a little reluctant to let go. Besides, you, Shivaro, are tall and strong, so even if you get hit by a Star Destroyer railgun, it should be nothing, right? And isn’t there Clara who will help you fix it? Probably not dead...

"Jiang Fan, don't be a mute." Black Tower's miniature Star Destroyer orbital gun was pressed against Jiang Fan's chin, "Don't think about getting away with it."

"Did I get away with it?" Jiang Fan glanced at her in surprise, thinking to himself, how could you have the nerve to say such a thing? It's always you who gets through it, right?

"Otherwise." Heita nodded slightly, anger flashing in his eyes.

She had seen such scenes in the romance picture books that Esta bought. Often when boys choose silence or inaction when faced with a girl's questioning, they just want to muddle through and escape.

Jiang Fan looked at her sideways and said quietly, "Do you still remember the summer when you were fourteen?"

"Of course I remember, that was the first time you told me...me..." Heita snorted softly, and then his voice weakened involuntarily.

Of course she remembered the summer when she was 14 years old, and it was still deeply impressed to this day. It was the happiest day of her youth and the most memorable day for her. But at this moment, Jiang Fan suddenly mentioned it, and she suddenly felt a little confused. Silence fell.

Even the arrogance she had just now weakened. It was precisely because she clearly remembered everything that happened that she suddenly became mute and did not even dare to look directly into Jiang Fan's eyes.

"Say, keep talking, have you forgotten? Do you need me to recall the memories for you?" Jiang Fan squinted his eyes and looked at her, and his arrogance began to rise.

"I...I..." Heita hesitated for a moment, then unconsciously lowered his hand holding the Star Destroyer railgun.

"I'm sorry, love is an illusory thing to me after all. It is not within the scope of my consideration. Don't think about it either, lest you can't sleep at night. Those unknown existences in the universe are what I am interested in." Jiang Fan Suddenly he clasped his hands on his chest, looked at her sideways, and sounded like a black tower.

"No! I..." Heita subconsciously raised her voice to explain something, but after half a second she withered and just remained silent.

"Bring it here, you!" Jiang Fan snatched the Star Destroyer railgun from Black Tower's hand. He held it heavy in his hand, with a solid feel, "What? You still want to beat him up? A thief is chasing a thief?"

Heita lowered her head and said nothing, just looking straight at her toes. She felt extremely aggrieved now. She obviously wanted to agree at the time, but she was Heita, how could she agree to him so easily? If I had to do it again...

"What? You still want to shoot at me with this thing? Come on, come on! Hit me! Kill me with one shot. Come and beat me up!" Jiang Fan put his finger on the trigger and the muzzle of the gun against his temple. He leaned in front of the black tower, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

Heita remained silent and did not speak, letting Jiang Fan's arrogant face dangle in front of his eyes. From time to time, Jiang Fan would poke his forehead or side of his face with his fingers. He looked like a pitiful doormat with no arrogance. , when had she, Heita, been wronged like this, but she just couldn't refute it, and couldn't even explain it. If she could have been sincere at that time...

Jiang Fan slapped the rail gun on the small round table, took the flame gun from Cocolia's hand and Siluwa's electric guitar and threw them on the red velvet seat, making a crisp collision sound.

He turned his head and looked at the silent Heita, and his mood became complicated again. Even though Heita's arrogance caused the two of them to miss two hundred and thirty-one years, the same thing happened in the long lonely time. , isn’t she also chasing time to find herself? The complaints about Heita in his heart have long since disappeared. Your girl has been chasing the so-called time for you, how can you complain about her?

Yes, yes... Maybe among the three people standing here, Heita is the least qualified to question him. Since ancient times, the principle that arrogance ruins a life has been spread before the Amber Age, but in two hundred and thirty During the long period of a year, she never stopped looking for you, trying to race against time, trying to drive the space station to catch up with the misty time, trying to find that one in ten thousand chance, what else can you have for her? What about complaints?

Others can say things like 'you don't deserve to be forgiven' to Heita, but he can't, because he understands that the girl in front of him has been racing against time for him, trying to outrun the time.

"Black Tower, raise your head." Jiang Fan said slowly, "What is the purpose of building the Black Tower Space Station?"

Heita curled his lips and hesitated for a while: "I'm looking for Yu... I'm looking for your traces..."

"How many years has the space station been wandering in the universe? How many times have you looked for me?" Jiang Fan walked to the black tower and looked at her condescendingly.

"Two hundred and thirty-one years, seven months and twelve days...just 7 times." Heita turned her head away from looking at him. Her long silver-brown hair fell down to cover her profile, making it difficult for people to see her clearly. expression.

Cocolia and Sylva subconsciously raised their heads and looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise, and their expressions softened a lot. They deeply understood the feeling of leaving the one they love.

Especially for Cocolia, just in the nine years since Jiang Fan left her, that kind of longing and loneliness surged in like a wave, as if she was standing alone at the end of the world, letting the overwhelming loneliness sweep her away. Package, they couldn't even believe how that little girl spent these two hundred and thirty-one years.

Is two hundred and thirty-one years a long time? It may sound like just a bunch of numbers, and it may feel that way, but what if two hundred and thirty-one years were replaced by eighty-four thousand, three hundred and fifteen days? ....

"Heita." Jiang Fan pushed aside Heita's hanging long hair, wiped away her tears with his fingers, and gently leaned down and whispered in her ear: "If you have time... you can sit with me. Ferris wheel?”

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Lower level area, outside Natasha's clinic in Panyan Town.

Swaro quietly watched Clara and Hook running in the streets and alleys. A feeling called joy appeared in the database, but the next second, a heartbreaking pain hit its abdomen, and its red compound eyes A strong light suddenly bloomed.

It knelt down on the ground tremblingly, not understanding where this heartbreaking pain came from. But then, the feeling came quickly in waves, one after another, as if someone had caught him fat. Like a beating.

"Mr. Swaro! Are you okay!" When Clara turned her head, she noticed something strange about Swaro, and hurriedly trotted over barefoot, worriedly helping Swaro.

"I...I'm fine. Clara...I think I can still save her a little bit..." Swaro shook his head hard, always feeling like he was taking the blame for someone.