"Water...water..."

Woolf felt like his throat was about to smoke.

His mouth was dry and split, and he wanted to drink water.

But no one heard his needs, or even if someone heard it, he would not pay any attention to him.

Because the spacecraft is flying to the nearest desert star to Lyrva, their group of prisoners who have been sentenced to death have only the last few hours left.

Who cares if a person who is about to die is thirsty?

Woolf called for a long time without any response.

He tried to swallow, his throat as if it was covered with blades.

At this time, Woolf's heart was filled with resentment and hatred.

Why?

Why do those guys dare to do this to him?

His younger brother is Lingting Guard!

Why do they dare to be the immediate relative of a Lingting Guard?!

"no..

"I want to survive!"

"I'm going to contact Hank, I'm going to be a pilot, I'm going to take everything back!"

The burning flame of hatred turned into a huge desire to survive, miraculously bringing Woolf a new force.

Woolf struggled to get up from the deck, leaning half against the cold wall, trying to breathe and recover.

He was unwilling to give up.

He curled up in the corner like a wounded beast, his fierce and cold eyes glanced at every corner of the room in front of him, trying to find even a trace of light of light from it.

"Boom!"

Just as Wolf was thinking hard, a violent vibration suddenly came from the deck beneath him.

The whole spacecraft shaking

A series of rapid footsteps came from the door of the cell, and Woolf seemed to hear someone yelling nervously.

“What’s the situation?!”

Woolf's expression moved, and for a moment he seemed to forget all the pain on his body. He rushed to the door of the cell very vigorously.

He leaned closer to the door, the size of the school-sized breathable port, and listened carefully.

From the rapid conversations of the guards who had walked by, Woolf vaguely learned a surprising news

The spacecraft seems to be under attack from unknown elements!

This news is undoubtedly great news for Woolf.

Woolf walked around the cell excitedly.

He was obviously more than one of the death row prisoners who had similar ideas as him. Woolf heard the sound of "bang bang" smashing the doors from the cells on both sides of the left and right.

But even if the prisoners make such a fuss, the guards who should have come to suppress the situation have not appeared for a long time.

It shows how bad the situation was at this time. It is estimated that all the guards on this spacecraft who were responsible for escorting the prisoners ran to resist the attack on the spacecraft.

"Calm down! Calm down!"

I didn't try to swear deeply, so I calmed down

What he has to do now is to try to restore his strength, so that he can seize the opportunity to escape that will appear at any time in the future.

Time passes by minute by minute.

I don't know how long it took.

"Boom!"

A loud noise suddenly came from Woolf's ear, and he heard the roar of something,

It seemed like a wild beast suddenly broke into this area.

With the appearance of this sound, the originally noisy prison area suddenly became quiet.

Sudden.

Woolf heard a shrill scream.

His heart suddenly blew and he retreated nervously.

The screams came from his left direction.

As the screams sounded, the sound of the cell smashing the door seemed to have become much smaller.

Not long after, the second scream rang out again.

Then there is the third and fourth...

Almost every few seconds, a scream sounded.

The screams were getting closer and closer to Woolf's location.

The depressed air was like a fierce monster slowly approaching step by step.

A strong chill filled Woolf's heart.

Cold sweat rolled down Wolf's forehead.

finally...

"ah!"

A shrill scream sounded in Woolf's ear. Judging from the location where the sound sounded, it should be from the cell next to Woolf.

Woolf shrank to the corner of the room, his heart pounding rapidly.

Just when he was at a loss.

"Boom!"

The door of his cell was blasted open from the outside by a force.

Woolf's pupils shrank, and he watched helplessly. One of them was almost five meters high, with thick black smoke rising from his body. The hideous giant dog gushing red fire between his mouth and nose squeezed in from outside the door.

The giant dog with fire all over his body locked Woolf's figure as soon as he entered the door.

His eyes were staring at him with a magma red color, and the pungent stench and sulfur filled the room, almost suffocating Woolf.

"roar!"

The giant dog roared softly, causing a violent storm in the room.

It did not hesitate at all, and rushed towards Woolf.

The boundless fear enveloped Woolf's whole body,

At this moment of life and death, he burst out with a last trace of courage from somewhere and shouted with all his might.

"Don't kill me! My brother is Lingting Guard!"

After this roar, Wolf suddenly collapsed to the ground as if he had used all his strength.

His eyes were closed tightly, ready to face the impending death.

However, after about half a minute, the expected pain did not come.

The qi and smell seem to be so strict that it has caused trouble

Woolf slowly opened his eyes.

I saw the terrifying giant dog, whose body was almost filled with the whole room, looking at him quietly.

The eyes of the giant dog seem to have magic that penetrates the hearts, and its mouth spits out human words.

“This guy didn’t lie.

"Save it, maybe it will come in handy...

"good."

Woolf stared at the giant dog and muttered to himself in front of him.

The next moment, a big bloody mouth with flames suddenly opened in front of me

He opened his eyes wide open, and before he could react, he was caught by a giant dog, and was bitten like a toy and rushed out of the door...

"Swishy....

The sound of the pen tip passing by quickly on the paper.

The afternoon sun shines into the room like gold.

Lu Yuan sat at the window, holding a cup of warm coffee in his hand, enjoying his wonderful afternoon tea time comfortably.

More than two meters away from him, there is a wooden painting board that is not big or small.

A paintbrush was floating out of thin air, as if controlled by an invisible big hand, wandering quickly on the drawing board.

Soon, a pretty exquisite sketch appeared on the drawing board.
To be continued...