Manual of Space-Time Interference

For dialects, today may be considered a good day, there is no east wind, no huge waves, no mushrooms, and no mess at the end of the world.

Then I met a living person. Although I didn't understand what I was talking about, I was still a living person after all, proving that civilization still exists here.

The life of the past few days seemed to have been refreshed. There was a little fun in the peace, and there was a hint of joy in the sigh, but in his heart, there was still a little bit of unease...

But for Bai Ya, who grew up on the poor streets of Monte City, today is definitely a bad day.

Originally planned to conduct a final search of the ruins of Kip City this morning, and then leave at noon, and try to return to Monte City before sunset. After taking a bath, I went to find the little flowers on the street to have a good chat about life.

But what happened next made Bo Ya somewhat unexpected...

First, I found something flying in the sky, I don't know what it was called, and then chased after me all the way, but I couldn't hit it, and I couldn't run away.

The most important thing is that even if you run, the thing flying in the sky doesn't seem to have any attack power, but it's been half an atlan time.

Nima, what is there?

An Iron Man?

Bo Ya was stunned at the time. He really dared to swear to God that in his 17-year life, he had never seen such an indescribable thing!

And this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that this steel monster can't understand the authentic Atlantean language I speak, and I can't understand the bird language he speaks?

Could it be that you have a fever recently? Monte's accent is too heavy?

It shouldn't be!

He can understand more or less that I am greeting. Although he is holding a knife, in our line of business, don't we all greet with a knife...

However, that iron armor is really good, it can actually block my 13 slashes from the whirlwind madness!

Bo Ya thought, nodded, respectfully greeted the guards in front of the city gate, and walked slowly towards the slum where he lived, carefully pondering Iron Man's last move.

There was no counterattack, no fight, the Iron Man didn't pay attention to him at all, but just kept talking to himself on the spot, until his hands trembled when he chopped it, he actually left right away?

Bai Ya picked up the sharp knife beside him and looked at the blade that had been rolled up. The more he thought about it, the less he understood why the iron man let him go.

Shaking his head vigorously, Bo Ya looked at a tavern in front of him and walked in directly.

"Boya, are you back?"

A passionate voice came over, and Bo Ya's eyes instantly filled with a hint of disgust, and turned his head to look in the direction the voice came from - the owner of the tavern, old Sartre, a black-hearted but shrewd second-hand dealer.

"Look, how much is it?"

Bai Ya threw a small bag of gold and silver objects on the table. This is the result of his search in Kip City for the past five days. A few items were buried deep in the ashes and were preserved until now.

"27 Tran!"

Old Sartre flipped a few times with his thick fingers, and then said to Bo Ya indifferently.

"70 tranches!" Bo Ya replied without showing weakness, he understood that this thing could definitely sell for 40 tranches, enough to live on his own for nearly a month.

"35!" "60!"

"40!" "50!"

"45!"

"Deal! Give me the money!" Bo Ya roared immediately, looking at the huddled face of old Sartre because of heartache, inexplicably happy.

"Okay!" Old Sartre gritted his teeth, took out the money bags, counted them one by one, and then said inexplicably, "Boya, the ruins of Kip City are almost finished, you are going to do it later. what!"

"Be a sailor and go to Bagam tomorrow." Bo Ya thought about it and said.

"Well, that's fine!" Old Sartre replied, pushing a pile of coins over, "You order, 4 rums, 5 trannies, would you like a drink?"

"You please?" Bo Ya counted the money and asked rhetorically with a half smile.

"A glass of ale!" Old Sartre turned pale, looked at the bag of items on the table, and shouted at the bar through gnashing of teeth.

"Old Sartre, I didn't expect you to still have time to bleed." Bo Ya sighed.

"When have I ever been stingy!" Old Sartre patted the table, so angry that his beard almost hit his eyes, but the heartache on his face couldn't be restrained.

"Okay, let me ask you something, do you know of something that is covered in steel, can't be chopped, can't be chopped, can run fast?" Bo Ya asked softly.

"Iron armor of the Imperial Guard?" Old Sartre asked rhetorically.

"No." Bo Ya shook his head, looked at the old Sartre, recalled the appearance of the power armor and the aircraft, and slowly spoke to the old Sartre.

"I have a bit of an impression, it seems to be something from a legend in the past." Old Sartre thought about it, looked around, and said softly,

"But I'm not sure. I heard that we didn't live in this sea area before. The place where we lived was destroyed by fire and rain, and then our ancestors came here in a flying car~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The people at that time could live in flying in the sky..."

A little red light flickered on the hem of Bo Ya's clothes, but it didn't attract anyone's attention...

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"Nüwa, mark this location!"

Dialect hid in the woods and said softly while looking at the city in the distance.

"The location has been marked!"

When Nuwa's voice came, Dialect nodded, turned and walked slowly towards the place where he was camping.

At the very beginning, after realizing that it was impossible for me to communicate with the indigenous Bea, the dialect had no idea of ​​communicating with it.

After a little thought, he prepared to leave as if nothing had happened, and then used a locator attached to Bai Ya to locate his location.

As for Dialect, after recovering the aircraft, he hung one kilometer behind Bo Ya and followed him to this coastal city about 60 kilometers away from the ruined city.

The sun had set on the top of the mountain long before Bo Ya entered the city, and now it is ten minutes into the evening, twilight has enveloped this continent...

The dialects were interspersed in the woods, followed the route on the screen, and ran back along the way they came.

Outside the woods, there are fields of cultivated land, and there are smooth roads, but the dialect does not want to attract anyone's attention at present, so there is no choice of a more smooth road.

Right now, what he is thinking about is to go back and clean up properly, and then plan how to get in touch with this ancient civilization with a language barrier.

However, after observing the ruins of the city, he also discovered that gold still has some value in this era. You must know that there are a lot of these things in his backpack...

Dialect thought, nodded, his mood suddenly brightened...