Cross the collapsing iron and rebuild Yaliluo

This is a thin man with messy hair, unshaven beard and a decadent look on his face.

But he is very tall, and Xia Zhihui's visual inspection is about two meters.

There was a sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets from the second floor.

Within a few minutes, he came down with a long knife that was almost as tall as March 7 and three fingers wide.

There was still dust on the scabbard, and a shabby strip of cloth was tied to the handle, making the entire knife look lifeless, as if it had lost its original edge over the years.

"Who are you? Looking for trouble?"

His tone was questioning, but in reality his body was relaxed and he didn't seem alert.

Xia Zhihui took off his mask.

"We come from other worlds and heard that this is a place where people from different worlds gather."

The decadent uncle was stunned, walked to the bar and put down the long knife.

"Then you have indeed found the right person. I am the spokesperson of Isekai Company in City No. 7, Haru Kimura."

Xia Zhihui pointed at his companions.

"My name is Xia Zhihui, and this is our navigator, Ji Zi."

"This is the tour guide who brought us here. He is from outside City No. 7, Karl."

"These are my partners, March Seven, Dan Heng, and Xing."

Several people greeted Kimura Haruyu one after another.

Kimura Haru is sitting on a stool at the bar, half taller than the people outside.

He took out a piece of paper from the drawer on the bar counter, and took out some gray-brown, dry leaves from another drawer, rolled them in, and finally rolled them into a strip and held them in his mouth.

This is about smoking.

Just when everyone thought he was going to take out the lighter, he reached for the long knife placed next to him.

click -

He opened the long knife gently and pressed it down in an instant.

The cigarette butt suddenly lit up with a trace of fire, but it quickly went out again.

Xia Zhihui squinted his eyes.

"What? You wanted to give us a blow, but you haven't practiced for too long, so you failed?"

Kimura Haru's thoughts were revealed, but he didn't feel embarrassed. He just hummed while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

Xia Zhihui smiled.

"Xing, light a cigarette for him."

"okay!"

Hoshi jumped up from the stool on the right, summoned his lance out of thin air, and stabbed Kimura Jiuyu's face fiercely with a flip of his hand.

But when the tip of the lance touched the cigarette butt, she stopped instantly, and a trace of flame ignited, lighting the cigarette butt.

Kimura Jiuyu seemed to suddenly become energetic. The corners of his mouth turned up, and he took a beautiful breath, and then he spoke while the white mist shrouded him.

"Awesome, little girl."

He took another deep puff, then flicked the ashes and asked.

"Which city are you planning to go to?"

Xia Zhihui and Dan Heng looked at each other without moving.

But both of them already had some ideas.

Dan Heng began to take off his half-body mechanical armor, while Xia Zhihui asked.

"There are many people who have heard that other worlds have come to Ket, but why are you the only one here?"

"And why go to other cities? Why not stay in City No. 7?"

Kimura Jiuyu had already smoked half of the cigarette in two puffs. At this moment, he stretched out his finger, shook it, and pointed at the cigarette.

This inexplicable action stunned March 71.

"what do you mean?"

Kimura Zhiyu's face became anxious, and when he was about to speak, Xia Zhihui explained for him.

"He said he didn't want the cigarette to burn in vain and we would talk after he finished enjoying the cigarette, right?"

These words reached Kimura Jiuyu's heart. He nodded, white smoke spurted out from both nostrils, and he extended his hand to give a thumbs up.

Xia Zhihui sat in the middle of the bar, closest to him, while Ji Zi also sat at the bar, further away from him.

The other three people sat at the table in the back.

Xia Zhihui looked back at Dan Heng.

"Exhaust fan, it's your turn."

Dan Heng was taking off his half-body armor and threw it on the ground with a bang. Hearing these words, he just rolled his eyes slightly, but then the air in the room surged.

The scattered smoke gathered together at a speed visible to the naked eye and dispersed outside the house.

In less than a minute, Haru Kimura finished smoking the entire cigarette before explaining.

"There are indeed quite a few. There are basically several of them every year in City No. 7, while in other cities two a year is considered too much."

His voice was low and husky.

"As for why you are asked to go to other cities..."

"Because City No. 7 is not suitable for ordinary people to live, except of course those who are destined to travel."

Xia Zhihui propped up his chin and looked up at him.

"Why don't you take a closer look?"

March 7 took off the contact lenses, and Jizi recalled the tool box attached to her body.

Kimura Jiuyu's mouth twitched.

Good guy, why, except for the local tour guides, the rest are all destiny travelers.

And his induction seemed to be quite good. The women sitting at the bar were on par with him.

Even Xia Zhihui, who was talking to him, and Dan Heng, known as the exhaust fan, could vaguely threaten him.

He touched his stubble and grinned.

"interesting."

Such a powerful group of people can cause a bloody storm no matter which city they go to. Now we have to pay attention to it.

Thinking of this, he began to look at a few people carefully.

When he saw Ji Zi again, he felt vaguely familiar.

"Ji Zi...are you a nameless guest?"

Jizi nodded gracefully.

"Exactly, I am the navigator of the Star Dome Train. Kimura Jiuyu has heard of me?"

Kimura Haru smiled nostalgically.

"Just call me Kimura."

"Not only have I heard of you, I have also seen you while wandering the galaxy."

"Your major seems to be interstellar navigation dynamics, right? I'm your teacher Fu Jie's drinking buddy. How is he doing lately?"

Himeko shook her head.

"Sorry, I have left the university for many years and don't know how Teacher Fu is doing."

"But Mr. Kimura was able to accurately tell me the major I studied in university. It seems that he has really met me."

"It has been many years since I left school. How long has Mr. Kimura been in City No. 7?"

Kimura Jiuyu thought for a moment and subconsciously reached out to touch the long knife, but finally stopped.

"Five years."

"Keter is a closed planet and cannot be left."

"Their technology has advanced to the point where they can leave, but are legally prohibited from doing so."

"The sky is also fake. Every city is wrapped in a huge protective shield, and outside the protective shield is the old world where dust is still floating."

Is the dust still floating around?

Before anyone could understand, Xia Zhihui asked.

"Nuclear winter?"

Kimura Jiu nodded, opened the drawer, took out the white paper, and looked at everyone.

"Do you smoke?"

After getting the answer that he didn't even bother to answer, he sighed, put the paper back, and continued.

"From the history of Keter that I compiled, the previous era was called the Perfect Era, and a social state of shared resources has been initially achieved."

"But in the process of communicating with the interstellar, for some reason there was a conflict with the Interstellar Peace Company, and a nuclear war broke out."

"Multiple historical documents record that the nuclear bombs were dropped by the Interstellar Peace Company. After the war, all the Ket people survived in the dust of nuclear winter."

There was no cigarette, and he was a little depressed for a while, but he still told the story.

"But I don't believe it."