Cross the collapsing iron and rebuild Yaliluo

March 7 supported the wall and came out.

"Ah - I am so exhausted, I finally came up."

Dan Heng next to him looked calm.

"No, you are not tired at all. After all, we are not tired."

Xi'er suggested.

"Take a deep breath."

March 7 followed the instructions faithfully, then stood up straight, smiled and reached out to touch the back of his head.

"It doesn't seem like I'm really tired. I was really mentally tired just now."

Ignoring this living treasure, the star is most keen at this moment.

“Where are the Sambo people?”

Sambo, who had been leading the way just now, suddenly disappeared.

Sambo where are you? You're not even in the Hearth Nexus!

Xi'er pretended to glance around, then glanced at the direction Dan Heng left silently, and said.

"That guy Sambo, maybe he guessed that I wanted him to attract the attention of the silver-maned iron guards outside, so he just slipped away."

"But according to the original plan, shouldn't Xia Zhihui attract the Silver Mane Iron Guard away?"

"Yes, I'm not doing this just to be safer!"

Mentioning this, the four of them looked at the ajar door, and their voices became a little softer.

"Do you think Xia Zhihui has done it yet?"

Even though she had full trust in Xia Zhihui, Xi'er's voice was much softer at this time.

"It should be fine, I'll go take a look."

She transformed into a quantum state in one step and rushed towards the door quietly but extremely quickly.

The blue-purple figure flashed past, rushed to the street, and then rushed back.

"There is no one, get out quickly."

"it is good!"

Even though there were no silver-maned iron guards guarding them, they still quietly left through the side door like thieves.

Not far from the surface building of the hearth hub, several silver-maned iron guards holding buckets looked at the dark trash cans with puzzled expressions.

"What's going on? Why can trash cans catch fire?"

The silver-maned iron guard who initially called out also looked puzzled.

"Yes, why is it a trash can? I just heard a guy say that the house was on fire and needed help from the silver-maned iron guards, so I called for everyone to come. Why is it a trash can?"

The silver-maned iron guard who had contributed the most just now looked regretful.

"Originally, I planned to work with the elders in the family to see if I could get someone to send a banner, and then make a commendation in the Crystal Daily to strive for promotion and salary increase. Now it's just a trash can. Isn't this all in vain? !”

"I'm sorry, my, my, my. Let's go to the business district for lunch today. I'll treat you!"

"The relationship is great. It's the business district. Isn't it a bit far?"

"It's so far away. Let's go now. It's lunch time."

"Aren't you going to go back and stand guard?"

"Of course I won't go back. I have been on duty for several years and nothing has happened. As long as the superiors don't say they want to come for inspection, then our work is unnecessary."

"Too."

Several silver-maned iron guards placed the buckets next to the trash cans and left chatting and laughing. No one even looked back from where they were standing guard.

Not far away, Xia Zhihui was waving to four people wearing ordinary clothes.

"here!"

"I'm coming!"

"Let's go to the machine room to have a cup of coffee and then wait for the action in the lower area."

In Clipper Castle, Cocolia has shielded the people around her, leaving only Bronya.

After hearing that she had returned from the lower area, her originally worried and happy expression suddenly turned cold, like an iceberg.

"Report to me what you saw, Commander Bronya."

Just now he was calling Broni affectionately, but the next moment he became Commander Bronia.

Bronya naturally understood the difference in attitudes and lowered her head.

"I traveled a lot in the lower area and experienced many battles. Lord Guardian, please forgive me."

"The decree you issued to separate the upper and lower classes is wrong!"

"People in lower-class areas now live a very difficult life. They only have the most basic food and clothing security, and some places don't even have it."

"The living space has also been eroded by the rift, and people have to leave their homes, go to other towns, and even become homeless."

Not hearing what she expected, Cocolia relaxed slightly and waved her hands.

"I understand, I will increase the distribution of supplies to the lower areas."

"Is there anything else?"

Bronya put the notebook in her hand on the desk.

"This is what I have seen and heard about the people in the lower district. Please take a look at it."

"Other things, of course. We defeated the ancient machine named Swaro and learned about the history of the star core."

Having said this, Bronya raised her head and looked directly into Cocolia's purple eyes as calm as a pool of water.

"Lord Cocolia, I guarantee with my life that those extraterrestrial visitors are not evil guests, but may be the hope of saving Beloberg."

"They fought for justice, risked their lives for the ideals of others, fought with me, stood in front of me, and never took a step back."

"They are indeed here for the star core, we must give them a chance!"

She didn't continue talking, Cocolia already understood, she knew the price to pay to become a guardian.

But how can all this compare to the new world that Star Core promised her?

Yaliluo No. 6 will surely usher in a new life amidst destruction!

"Arrogant, ignorant, Commander Bronya, you disappoint me so much. You just went to the lower area and got splashed with mud, and you dare to question my order?"

"What you see is just a small iceberg on the sea, and there are huge facts hidden under the sea that you don't know."

"Iron Guard! Come on, Commander Bronya, lead us down!"

The door of the office suddenly opened, and two iron guards came directly towards Bronya with fierce momentum.

Before they could grab the hem of Bronya's clothes, she had already turned around and shouted angrily.

"Get out!"

The two iron guards suddenly stood still, not knowing what to do.

But Bronya immediately turned to look at Cocolia.

"The people in the lower area are not scum!"

"They are just like us, speaking the same language, living the same festivals, and enjoying the same joys and sorrows!"

"I have remembered that I, Bronya, come from the lower class."

"Lord Guardian! Please stop trying to prevaricate me with vague reasons. I have already made up my mind. If this is the price I have to pay to become a Guardian, I have nothing to fear."

Bronya's sudden outburst really made Cocolia a little overwhelmed for a moment.

But in the next second, complex emotions such as relief, anger, helplessness, and pride turned into a deep breath and dispersed at the tip of her nose, leaving only calmness in Cocolia's mind.

If I fail, she will definitely become a better Grand Guardian than me.

Under Bronya's gaze, Cocolia closed her eyes.

"I see."

"This time you went to the lower area, even if it was only less than half a month, you have made a lot of progress, Bronya."

"If you want to know the truth, come with me and listen to the last voice of this dying world."