Chapter 102

Now is the time of the day when the sun is the fiercest. On the earth, there are deep cracks after cracking everywhere. The dust and yellow sand are blowing in the poisonous heat, and it is difficult to breathe, making people feel as if they are going to suffocate in the next second.

At this time, the survivors usually find some cool places to sleep, rather than now, 20 or 30 people sitting in the sun around a white tent, suffering from the high temperature.

Although everyone was sweating hot and looked very uncomfortable, I don't know why, no one stood up and left - everyone sat quietly and glanced at the direction of the tent from time to time.

This one person high tent is made of insulated cloth. If you sit in it, it must be very cool.

At this time, the entrance of the tent is tightly closed.

"This guy is really good at putting on airs. I'm dying of heat..."

From the thigh of a gentle young man, suddenly came such a low scolding voice - the young man hurriedly pressed the talking thing, revealing a pair of gray gloves obviously modified from socks, and gently scolded, "don't make trouble! If they hear us, we'll be out of business."

Under his palm, a brown rabbit with small pink carrots on its fur stretched discontentedly.

"Damn, it's just a broken ability, and it should be so domineering..." it still mumbled such a sentence after all.

In fact, Hu Changzai also feels the same way - but he is different from the wayward rabbit. He has self-control and still sits upright.

After waiting for a while in the scorching sun, a little noise suddenly came out of the quiet tent. At the beginning of the period, it seemed that it was just the rustling sound of clothing materials, and as people's breathing became heavier and heavier. Soon, the cloth of the tent could no longer cover the women's hum and hum - the people sitting outside the tent made a little commotion, and then they lowered their heads as if they hadn't heard anything.

After the male and female voices turned into an excited shout at the same time, about ten minutes later, the door of the tent was opened. Out came a woman with a flushed face, breasts and hips.

She zipped her skirt behind her with one hand. As soon as one foot stepped out, someone made a timely sound: "miss Meihuan, did Mr. a wake up this afternoon?"

A woman called Meihuan. Glancing at the speaker with watery eyes, he smiled with satisfaction: "Mr. A has just got up and is a little thirsty. The next one can find a bargain. Just prepare some fresh fruit for Mr. A. and you can come in and get your visa."

Her voice fell, including Hu Changzai. These twenty or thirty people can't help being a little silly.

If put in the past, fresh fruit is nothing, but in extreme temperature hell——

"Miss Meihuan, you know what fruit is. It can't be saved at all. Do you think fruit juice is OK? I have several flavors here." A middle-aged man hurriedly asked.

Having fruit juice is the best situation. At best, others only have some mineral water, so no one speaks for a while. Meihuan snorted. Noncommittally, he turned around and entered the tent. After a while, he poked his head out and said, "the one with juice. Come in!"

The middle-aged man went in with a happy face - also, the visa officer surnamed a charged a high price for each visa. He really earned a visa with a few bottles of juice.

"I don't know what he will ask us later." Hu Chang sighed anxiously, "we have a few special items on us that are still available."

While talking, Meihuan just walked up to him with a small notebook in her hand and raised her chin at him: "Hey, how many visas do you want to apply for?"

"Oh, I'm not here to apply for a visa. I'm here to check the names of two people to see if they have issued a visa..."

"Check people?" Mei Huan paused with the pen in her hand, rolled her eyes and looked at him several times: "it's valuable to check people! What's their name?"

Hu Chang replied in a hurry, "one is Lin San Jiu, the other is Hai Tianqing... Yes, drinking wine, the sea of the sea."

Lin Sanjiu's blow really made people fly to the horizon - when Hu Chang got up from the ground, he found that everything around him was very strange. After walking for two days, he found that he was already in another city in the neighboring province. It was also his good luck that he was beaten so far away and unexpectedly met a rabbit soon.

But next, no matter how one person and one rabbit looked, there was no trace of Lin Hai and his two people.

Just when they couldn't help it, they happened to hear that an alien visa officer came near here. The news spread widely, and it spread to Xiaojiu's ears. Maybe they came to the visa officer?

In this way, a person and a rabbit came with a glimmer of hope.

After registering, Meihuan went back to the tent lazily. It happened that the middle-aged man who had just entered also stepped out, but his face was not very good-looking. A young man immediately asked, "what's the matter? Didn't you get a visa?"

"Got it," the middle-aged man shook a piece of paper in his hand, not in high spirits. "I sent out three boxes of juice, but only got a visa to the B-class world."

The young man immediately took a breath: "Oh, grade B! That's a little hard to mix... Where did you want to go?"

"That goes without saying, of course, it's the central 12th boundary!" The middle-aged man said no more, but sighed and left.

Hu Chang listened in the fog, listening to the footsteps of the middle-aged man gone away. He grabbed the young man and asked in a low voice, "for the visa officer, is there any difference in which world's visa is given? Why not give the visa he wants just now?"

The young man had long yellow hair. After hearing this, he glanced sideways at him and laughed, "first time?"

He nodded.

The young man with yellow hair said "no wonder", then he stopped talking and just played with the two glass balls in his hand. Hu Chang waited patiently for a while. Seeing that he still didn't mean to continue speaking, he was a little anxious and was preparing to ask. He just heard the regular footsteps of the middle-aged man who had just passed away.

Hu Chang glanced up. The middle-aged man stood at the end of the street. His figure was half the size of that just now. It seemed that he was looking at something in the distance with his head raised.

Then his cry came back to the tent: "puppet master!"

Hu Changzai's heart stopped suddenly.

"Puppet master, is it really him?"

"Why is he here?"

"I x, shall we avoid it first..."

Then, people around them stood up one after another, and whispers instantly infected everyone with an uneasy atmosphere.

A street away. It's not far - the whisper hasn't fallen yet. The figure of the Puppeteer has been clearly printed on everyone's retina before the person who wants to escape has time to lift his steps. The next second. He is already standing in front of the tent.

Compared with when he was at the dock, the Puppeteer didn't change much: his strange dress and pale skin were the same, but the gold powder around his eyes turned into red powder. The biggest change is the people behind him.

There is no one who looks like a plastic model.

No matter the woman in her thirties. Or that one meter nine big man, or that short girl... Everyone's hair, skin, pores. They all show a living sense of reality. A young man even has a zit on his face - obviously, they can't be plastic models.

However, everyone's eyes are the same empty. The action is also very stiff. In addition, their common ground is probably the suture on their neck - it seems that everyone has had surgery on their throat.

The scene suddenly quieted down. I don't know who gulped his saliva with a loud voice.

There are a few people who don't know the puppet master. I was also shocked by this scene. For a moment, no one spoke in the audience, and no one dared to move - the puppet master was famous for his moodiness, and no one was willing to make him unhappy by acting rashly.

Mei Huan, with a white face, looked a little helpless and came out of the tent: "puppet master, why are you here..."

"Are you a visa officer?" The Puppeteer asked with a blank face.

Mei Huan glanced at him quietly, her arms clamped, and the groove line in her chest became deeper: "no, Mr. a..."

The next moment, she had been heavily thrown back into the tent by a wind. The tent couldn't stand the force, and the support immediately collapsed.

"It's not that I haven't asked the visa officer to get out!"

From the collapsed tent Bree, a fat man with sweat all over his head came out: "master puppet, hello... I'm a Xianxian, it's a pleasure to meet you... I was rude just now, do you want to open a visa?"

The puppet master glanced at him, and the fat man immediately smiled politely: "are you going back to the central 12th circle? I'll give it to you now..."

"Wait a minute." The puppet master shouted to stop his short leg moving back, and said leisurely, "find a name for me before you issue a visa."

The fat man wiped a sweat: "you say, you say."

As if sensing something, the puppet master's eyes cruised around the field and frowned, which slowly spit out a name: "Lin San Jiu."

Meihuan, who was shivering outside the tent, was stunned and subconsciously answered: "... Drinking wine?"

The Puppeteer's sharp eyes, reminiscent of jackals, immediately condensed on her: "do you know this person?"

"No, no, no, yes... Well, just now someone said he also wanted to check the name..."

Now she just wanted the Puppeteer to take his eyes away from her and quickly stretched out his hand, "he's right there with a rabbit... Eh?"

At her finger, a young man with yellow hair hurriedly jumped aside, revealing an empty place behind him. (to be continued)

PS: Thank you for the wine lady's five Ping'an runes (Hello, Ping'an Rune wholesaler), the bad guy's Ping'an runes (thank you for your advice ~), and the sachet of Yuanbao bag (don't force it!) Thank you for the pink ticket (I haven't seen pink for a long time...)

And thank you for your encouragement in the comment area. Hey, hey, if this book is on the trend of collapse, please tell me immediately!

How do you plan for the new year? How many kilograms are you going to get fat?

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