Chapter 902

"... so you are neither friends nor enemies?"

The curling white steam of a large cup of hot tea blurred the face opposite, and even his voice seemed to be steaming hot and ethereal. For the first time, Lin Sanjiu knew that Hu Chang was so fond of drinking tea - was it because they had too few opportunities to get along in the past, or had she forgotten it after many years?

"I don't know what the relationship is," she said with a wry smile. "Anyway, he shouldn't kill me."

Hu Chang held the tea cup in his arms and nodded thoughtfully.

After a hurried farewell of God's love, his appearance changed again: when he was raised as a "livestock", the little extra meat on his body was worn away again, and his skin was sharpened by the wind, sand and sunlight. Mingming is no longer nearsighted, but he still habitually wears a pair of glasses, although one of the lenses is empty; Only that pair of eyes, which were sunk because of being thin, still twinkled with the same kind and slightly stubborn eyes.

Thinking about the adventure time in extreme temperature hell, it's clear that it's dazzling like yesterday's noon sun. Seeing Hu Changzai again seems to be the time when I met myself again - suddenly, all the memories of that time came alive, fighting, blood, dependence, talking and laughing, smell and starry sky

"And you?"

After a few seconds of silence in his feelings, Lin Sanjiu raised his head and glanced at the silent puppets behind Hu Chang. "What's the matter with you? How did you get over these years?"

Hu Changzai responded with the same wry smile as she did just now.

"I don't know whether I'm lucky or unlucky." He sighed and turned his teacup. "The third doomsday world I experienced was the central 12th World. At that time, I was caught as a rare item... I still remember that when I was first sold, it was at an auction. Since then, I have rarely left the 12th World."

Lin Sanjiu tightly pursed his lips and listened without saying a word.

"I was turned around fourorfive times. Although I also violently resisted and knocked down more than one person... But my basic evolution is really a drag - besides, I don't have special items, and they don't allow me to have them. In fact, to this day, I don't know what kind of relationship I have with those buyers... They know that I'm different from items, and they have to use me and be wary of me; some people will also pay special attention to me Don't be nice. It's better than ordinary people. I probably hope I can obey him wholeheartedly. But most buyers still don't want me to follow suit. I think they don't want others to know whether they mean what they say all the time. "

Hu Chang seemed not to care much about that period of time when he was constantly changing hands. He looked calm on his face, and just took another sip of tea. He puffed out a warm white breath with satisfaction and said softly, "if I have to define it, I should be a mixture of goods, slaves and employees for buyers."

Lin Sanjiu lowered his head and breathed deeply.

"Have you suffered a lot?"

"It's hard to talk about suffering," Hu Chang said slowly in a very low volume. "After all, I don't have to take risks by myself, and I have abundant living resources. But for so many years, I haven't been able to take a look at the scenery I want to see and go where I want to go - although days pass day by day, it doesn't look like my own life."

He raised his eyes in the hot steam, as if he were a little confused. There must be a more painful and unbearable experience in the process of being regarded as an object and constantly changing hands; But he didn't say a word. What he cares most seems to be the journey he missed on the road.

She can't imagine the kind of life tied to a rope.

"Do you want to get rid of the puppet master?" Lin Sanjiu looked up coldly and asked a little eagerly, "if you want, I will help you -"

"Ah, it doesn't matter." Unexpectedly, Hu Chang waved his hand, "Puppet Master... He is different from other buyers."

Lin Sanjiu raised one eyebrow a little confused, but Hu Changzai didn't continue to say why the puppet master was "different"; He put down his tea cup and didn't deliberately change the topic, but honestly admitted, "I don't think he wants me to talk about him like this behind my back, so I won't tell you."

This kind of unintended straightness seemed to make people see the shadow of Hu Chang in the extremely warm hell at the beginning.

"OK," Lin Sanjiu couldn't help smiling, "I have a friend named Bohemia, who is looking after the Puppeteer in the medical room now. So you don't have to hurry over, eat something and have a rest first... If you need anything, just talk to shales."

Hu Chang blushed slightly and smiled a little embarrassed, "OK... You're still the same as before, and haven't changed much."

haven't you?

Lin Sanjiu suddenly fell into a trance. She vaguely felt that something had changed quietly, but she couldn't say why - she simply put down the idea and sighed: "there's another thing... It's about the doomsday world order. But it's a long story," she looked up at the sky color exposed in the skylight on the top of the tea room, "I'm going out right away, and we'll talk about it in detail when I come back."

Hu Chang nodded, carefully holding the tea cup, and left with shales' guidance.

Even though there are seven living people and a large group of dolls living in the spacecraft, Exodus still looks so spacious and does not add a trace of popularity. Lin Sanjiu didn't call it a single suspended cabin, but walked slowly along the long, silent corridor; She frowned all the way. Only her thoughts and footsteps drifted out empty, as if she was alone in the whole spacecraft.

After returning to the room, she changed into an all black combat suit - this seems to be a gift bag based on the uniform of a country's field team. The thick rubber sole of the boots is light and strong, and the sound when landing is almost inaudible; Fasten your belt, count your special items, and check the black backpack that spaan left her again. Lin Sanjiu called shales.

"Isn't spaan awake yet?"

"No," Salles answered softly. "Need to wake him up?"

It seemed that he was not just "tired" - Lin Sanjiu thought of the lingering smell of blood on him.

"No, No. let him continue to sleep,"

Lin Sanjiu threw the black bag back and tied the tie tightly in front of his chest. The gun was hard and heavy against her back, and the coolness of the bullet clip clung to her waist through the cloth.

"I didn't plan to go with him at the beginning."