He and It

Buried in Falke's arms, Yu Mengzhou asked dumbly: "...Are you like this too?"

Falce hugged him tightly and asked softly: "What is it too?"

"Were you the same when I died...or were you feeling much more uncomfortable than I am now?"

Falce thought for a while and replied in a low voice: "Pain has no meaning in comparison. If you really want to say it, my heart is just larger than yours, so it is broken more than yours."

Yu Mengzhou cried silently, and he also hugged her husband's body tightly.

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Too many years have passed, and the centaurs have wandered around the earth, enjoying their holidays without palace politics, intrigues and long wars. The emperor and princes, who were reluctant to think about Shu, finally realized their conscience, and when they thought about it, they returned to the Demon Realm again.

The huge time difference between the two sides caused the Demon Realm to have changed greatly since they left. Several regents successively established themselves as kings, splitting the infinite territory of hell, and the Weaver also slept in his territory, becoming a great demon who rarely died.

"It seems like there's nothing interesting to see." Qi Hao combed his luxuriant white hair, "Isn't this still the same as before, life and death, you fight for it."

The seventh-leveled pupil shrugged: "It's not yet time for the fourteenth demon horse to be born, so let's just be in chaos."

Cataclysm said excitedly: "But that's not the point! The point is that we can travel across borders!"

"That's right! Carol, come on!"

Since designing the teleportation circle from the demonic realm to the human world, Ode has continued to make great progress in the achievement of cross-world teleportation. So everyone decided to use the Demon Realm as a transit point to visit various time and space. This was Falce's first choice in order to ease the grief of his lover who lost his pet.

The novel scenery and world background can always make people forget part of the previous sadness.

"Are you ready?" He held Yu Mengzhou's hand and kissed his forehead, "We are going to see other worlds."

Yu Mengzhou breathed nervously, laughed, held his partner's finger back, and nodded heavily: "Okay, let's go!"

In the distance is the boundless sea, and the sky is wider than the boundless sky. Amidst the cheers of the men and horses, Falce blocked him from the too dazzling light, jumped up, and fell towards the door of another world.

Perhaps, for Yu Mengzhou, the life of love and adventure has just begun.

The author has something to say:

[This unit has come to an end! Next is Xiao Gu’s home court...Thank you all for your support over the past month! See you tomorrow! 】

Yu Mengzhou: *Farewell to his pony and calf, crying so hard* I, I am really...ah!

Demon War Horse: *Afraid to show it on the outside, but secretly happy on the inside* Aha! The little troublemaker is finally gone!

It's still the devil's war horse: *The joy gradually fades away at the thought that the little troublemaker is finally gone* Alas, the little troublemaker... we didn't cry! The devil won't cry! The devil just runs away!

Still the devil's war horse: *arches up Yu Mengzhou and carries him on his back to run towards a bigger, more gorgeous world* Let us forget the sadness and move forward!

Chapter 105 Utopia (1)

[Warning, the navigation speed has reached the critical end point, and the power energy is about to be exhausted. The best solution is now enabled: the jump coordinates are being located for you. 】

In the cockpit, a warning red light flashed urgently, causing a broken metal inner wall to shine with blurry light and color.

[The search for transition coordinates failed. It was detected that there was interference from a strong prism force field. The fuselage is damaged more than 35%, 35.6%, 36%...]

"...Shut up," the young man in the driver's seat wriggled his pale lips. The material on his chest was completely soaked with blood. He could only barely support his head by relying on the all-encompassing neck design of the black combat uniform. "Look for the weak force field." Click, prepare to break through!"

His left arm was already hanging softly by his side, shaking uncontrollably with the bumps of the fuselage. Only his blood-stained right hand was still firmly pressed on the processing core of the cockpit, with bulging veins and tight muscles. Stretched, ready to attack at any time.

[Breaking through the force field requires 60% of the spacecraft's existing energy reserves. The recoil of the energy turret will further damage the integrity of the hull. Are you sure you want to do this? 】

"...sure!" There was another violent jolt, and the young man gritted his teeth in the overflowing blood and roared, "Find that breakthrough point!"

[After the energy turret is fired, the spacecraft will have more than 85% probability of disintegrating. The rescue capsule has been activated. Please be prepared, pilot. 】

The universe is dark and the vacuum is cold and endless. Dozens of Storm-class cruisers, like a pack of ferocious predatory wolves, chased a small, agile and simple spaceship that looked like a commercial grade, launching an almost crazy firepower net to suppress it.

If the object being hunted was really just a commercial spacecraft, then at this moment, it would have been quietly broken into pieces and turned into a pile of scattered and disordered cosmic garbage. But the small spaceship was like a light and swift swift, moving vigorously through the frenzied hail, advancing and retreating freely. The low-power engine of the commercial spacecraft not only did not hinder the pilot, but instead became the best platform for him to show off his micro-control skills.

An almost textbook fire avoidance demonstration. Presumably any great instructor in an interstellar academic tower would rack his brains to recruit such a talent; the captain of any fleet would also have to put in good words for his departure. , hollowing out the treasure trove of the fleet to trap his legs and heart that wanted to leave.

pity.

As the pursuer, the commander sneered, and his regret also had a kind of pleasure that added insult to injury, as if the mediocre villains wanted to rejoice at the fall of a genius.

Then, he angrily pulled down the communication system and said sternly: "Why haven't we taken down the traitor yet?! His arms are crippled, can't you do anything to him?"

In the communication system, came the excuse from the subordinates who were eager to take credit: "Report to the commander, the traitor has jumped over the wall in a hurry and plans to break through the prism force field. He will be blown up by his own spaceship soon!"

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