"Plop"

The water splashed on the river surface, and through the wide open window, Sang Jiaojiao looked carefully.

A dark ball was thrown into the river, in a human form.

Sang Jiaojiao got closer, and half of her body almost poked out of the eaves of the window.

Her room is on the second floor, and it is just opposite to the bottom of the movement.

There were two people on the deck, just watching the things in the river struggled, and finally they were swallowed up little by little.

Then, the crunching sound was transmitted to the river surface, and a pool of red fuel was rendered from the inside out.

In Sang Jiaojiao's perception, several sudden aggravated breathing sounds were heard from different directions.

The farce at night seemed to have nothing happened on the second day, and the whole boat was like a ghost ship, dead and silent.

There was not even wind on the river surface, making people think that the ship was stagnant.

Until ten days old, the width of the river slowly narrowed and you could see the river bank in the distance.

After driving for a while, yellow weed plants gradually began to appear on both sides of the river bank.

The further you get to the back, the single picture becomes richer.

You can see the low buildings and old buildings far away. When you drive further forward, you can feel the height of several towering buildings from a long distance.

Sang Jiaojiao, who had been very calm in front of her, couldn't calm down completely.

She held the window eaves with both hands, her eyes lingering in the scenery outside, making small screams of exclamations.

Just like a small village girl who had just entered the city in the countryside, she looked around and her eyes were almost out of reach. She wished she could have eyes all over her head and face.

"Living here means living in the clouds. Can you touch the clouds like marshmallows by opening the window?"

Sang Jiaojiao exclaimed repeatedly. At this moment, the outer area she saw and heard were almost two extreme worlds.

She hasn't seen it before.

She doesn't like Sang Jiaojiao and a country bumpkin. She has never seen such a towering and bright building in her two lives.

Even the oldest houses seen are more decent than those in the West District.

Those in the West District are the terrible consuls and rulers living...

The merchant ship was docked at the wharf, and the goods that had been waiting on the shore were moved to the ship warehouse. Until all the goods on the shore were moved, Sang Jiaojiao was not notified to be able to get off the ship.

Until midnight, colorful neon lights rendered the entire city with brilliant lights.

This is a sleepless city that never sleeps all night.

Until midnight, the noisy carnival disappeared a little, and a group of tightly wrapped people appeared quietly from the boat and disappeared silently.

Like the passing waves of water, the boat passes without trace.

Sang Jiaojiao was led alone by Lan Lin and drilled into another path, "It's safe to walk here."

"Safe? Is it dangerous here?"

Sang Jiaojiao pointed to the tall buildings that could be seen far away, like the North Star guarded by stars.

The dazzling light dispels the coldness of the night, making people immerse themselves in the prosperity and dazzlingness of this city.

Sang Jiaojiao's pupils seemed to have starlight shining in her backwards, "It looks great here."

Lan Lin suddenly pulled off Sang Jiaojiao's back collar and almost fell down with her back.

Sang Jiao staggered down before gaining a foothold, and suddenly she even made her movements unhappy.

Lan Lin didn't care about her and said to herself: "This is a paradise for violent criminals and a paradise for superpowers."

"As long as you have the ability, money, beauty and power, you can do whatever you want."

Sang Jiaojiao's eyes showed longing for her, "That's great."

There are only four words that she selectively listened to her ears: Do whatever she wants.

In the previous life, the silly silly witch clan was too restrictive of her performance.

Lan Lin thought Sang Jiaojiao did not understand the seriousness of her narrative, so she raised the decibels and said: "It's not the thin plunderer in the wasteland area, who can rush around with brute force."

"It's a psychic person, and everyone here is a psychic person..."

"Ah." Sang Jiaojiao responded calmly.

"…I forgot that you don't have the concept of a psychic. It's as easy as crushing you to death as crushing an ant."

"I really don't know what uncle sent you out for... I crawled at the feet of the supernatural beings, and the corpses that wanted to gain a future were piled higher than the garbage mountain in the area."

Just like him back then, he tried every means to escape, thinking that the unknown outside world would be better.

Innocent. Lan Lin grinned with self-deprecating words, and his eyes were filled with heavy emotions that could not be dissolved.

Regardless of changing from one cage to another.

They are always toys in the palm of those people.

Lan Lin: "Forget it, you've come out anyway. Think about it, there is a better food here than white bread, as long as you can afford the price... Maybe you can really win the favor of some adults and soar into the sky."

Sang Jiaojiao's eyes lit up, her face under the cloak showed ambition, and she swallowed: There are things that are better than white bread.

Really, it's so great.

Lan Lin let Sang Jiaojiao develop a desire for expectation, and he thought badly: I really want to see the desperate expression of this ignorant and fearless little pitiful spirit being crushed and hope breaking.

As he experienced it.

The sudden increase in intense emotions and her deep malice made the lazy silkworm turn over and smack her mouth.

Why didn't I feel it enough?

Sang Jiaojiao held her hands with her eyes and shyed.

Lan Lin suddenly regretted the bad things that she had on her whim. All the malicious intentions of her life came to an abrupt end, and her auricular redness made her awkwardly want to organize some language descriptions.

Before he could think about it, Sang Jiao said shyly and said, "Yes, can you lend me some money?"

There is a kind of going but not returning.

Sang Jiaojiao rubbed her hands very embarrassedly, Lan Lin's invisible appearance turned red with shyness.

A strong sense of crisis arose. I felt nervously touching the energy blocks and white bread in my arms, thinking in disappointment, it turned out that no one outside eats white noodles.

Thinking about myself, I feel so pitiful.

The emotions came too quickly, like a tornado. In just a few breaths, Sang Jiaojiao was happy again: it turned out that they didn't eat white bread.

Lan Lin:…..

It's outrageous. Is their relationship so good?

Sang Jiaojiao has a good temper and is not angry if she is rejected. She just gives it a try, and it’s okay if it doesn’t work.

"I have something to do, just walk straight along this path and walk to the end."

"Remember, just follow this road, and don't turn around, just follow this road."

"Hey." Sang Jiaojiao responded happily.

Lan Lin was so nagging that he couldn't even stand it. He wanted to say a few words, but when he saw the other party stretching his neck, he kept looking at the person who was glancing at the path and shut up embarrassedly.

It's also strange, he said a lot tonight.

If Lan Lin didn't leave, Sang Jiaojiao could hardly hold back her hunger and thirst... No, it was her eagerness to try.
Chapter completed!