Dark Blood Age

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Before dawn, the grasslands were still dark, like an ancient world, without knowing how many years existed.

In silence, two lights were lit, like a flame that broke through the darkness and appeared very weak on the silent prairie.

The show was still asleep, carried into the car behind the light by a person, holding her mother's hand and crying softly, while the "teenager” looked tragically at the prairie behind them, not knowing what to think.

“Let's go, your dad was drunk last night and he's still asleep. When he wakes up, he won't be able to leave.” Mommy squeezed her daughter's hands tightly, her eyes resting on her sleeping face, as if she could take one more look.

“Grandma, we'll be back tomorrow spring.” Redness swelled with her eyes and determination, and she did not know that the future was not in her hands.

“Well, um, take care of yourself, take care of your brother.” Mommy seemed to laugh with comfort: "With the big eggs, Mommy is not afraid of being bullied. ”

“Juvenile” did not smile as clean as usual, and he had a faint grief in his eyes that could not be wielded, perhaps because he was about to leave the worry-free prairie.

The quadricycles started, and the engine didn't sound harsh, some low, like a beast lurking in the dark prairie.

“Grandma, you have to take care of yourself too, don't believe in the witch in Dongpo, be sure to take the medicine Uncle Zhuma brought back, Dad he...” Squeeze down by the window and wave your arms at the mother as far away as you can.

In the cold, dark grasslands, in the barren and backward homeland, the shadow of the mother grows lonely and smaller, like being left there looking at the departed children.

When the quad completely disappeared into the dark, only a little light, the standing mother turned her back and wiped tears from the corner of her eyes and walked one step to the poor house.

At the door of the house, she saw her man holding the frame, looking at the light in the darkness, with tears in his eyes, but not wanting her to see, hastily concealing.

She wasn't surprised, she knew from the beginning that he was pretending to sleep, just like she knew another thing, in the rainy night when Little Druma escaped from the prairie, this man rode the fast beast and followed him secretly without sleep, escorting him, leaving food and water where he passed by, watching him walk out of the prairie and see others.

After returning, this man became very ill and almost died...

She never told Zhoma about these things, nor did her man, as if he had forgotten, and this time, he left not his younger brother, but his children.

He seemed like an ancient watchman, watching over the primitive prairie, waiting year after year for his brother to come back tired and tired, and in the future, two more of those waiting.

“They'll all be back.” Men so console their wives, so console themselves.

“Show, you must live well!” Her wife comforted her man the same way.

The sun finally rose from the edge of the prairie, and the wild snatched back by the "teenager" ran a few at night, and the trivial life began again.

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Show woke up and realized he wasn't in his bed, and he lived at home for twelve years without knowing where.

He found himself in a quadricycle that he was once curious about but now strange, to a place he had never visited, still on the prairie, but so far away, he had never dared to come alone.

He was crying to go back and refused to go to the beautiful big city Uncle Droma said. He wanted Grandma and Dad too.

He was also consoled with tears, and the two cried together.

The quadricycles still run wildly on the pristine prairie, like a resolute decision not to go back, never to stop and let the children in the trunk cry.

“Juvenile" gently caressed the boy's back twitching from crying, flickering his melancholy gaze out the window, muttering: Show ah...

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In a hazy weather, they came to the edge of the prairie.

The grief of leaving home is gradually diluted by strange landings, such as towering cigarette canisters in the wilderness, such as giant dragon pipes, and strange trees and roads.

Show kept asking what it was, what it was, full of curiosity, bought a lot of things I'd never seen before, but didn't know how to use it.

Only the "teenager” is not moved by these things, looking at them only confused, ever since leaving that vast prairie, that clean and simple joy, as if gradually disappearing from his eyes, replaced by occasional frowns never before.

“Big Egg, aren't you happy?” Show sends a string of dates like red ice sugar to “teenagers" with a lick himself: “I don't want to go home after eating this, Big Brother Egg, make sure you haven't eaten it, I've never eaten anything so good! ”

“Home?”

“Juvenile" picked up the ice skewer and frowned again, yeah, everyone has a home, Show's home in the prairies, Zoma's home in Al-Quds City, where's his house?

He should also have a home, I don't know why, leaving the prairie, leaving where he was going to grow flowers, he gradually became haunted by these strange problems, which he never seemed to have thought of before.

And every time he frowned, it seemed as if there was an unspeakable indifference, like the chill when the sword broke out of the sheath.

It's just not strong, it's not watching carefully or even feeling it, but it's “sheathing” a little bit, like nurturing a powerful force that's sprouting fresh buds in the land after the storm.

“Brother Big Egg, Uncle Drew said, do the sons and daughters who live in the holy city eat such delicious ice sugar skewers every day?” Show cherishingly licked the ice skewer and asked enviously.

“Juvenile" thought, shook his head, he didn't know, but he also thought it was too luxurious.

At this point, Zhoma bought everything back from a nearby store and said with a laugh: "My little show, if you really had the privilege of seeing the lives of the Son and Son of God on that day, no, the lives of those truly aristocratic millionaires in Al-Quds City, you would find that even your uncle and I would have lived like maggots. ”

The show did not show the surprise that Zhuma had hoped for, for a simple reason, neither he nor “the teenager” could have imagined.

“I feel so happy to have this every day.” The show laughed silly.

“What a bun.” Zhuo followed Zhuoma, embarrassed to look at Ni Moon, gently beat his brother, seriously said: “If we are from the city or from Al-Quds City, it would be inappropriate to say it again. ”

The show carelessly continued to lick his skewers.

After a brief pause, the quadricycle restarts and moves forward in a turbulent manner.

The further forward, the higher the temperature gradually rises, and although it is still cool, it becomes a little dull for those who first emerge from the prairie.

Xiu and Zhi are both sleepy. “Juvenile” still looks out the window, and sometimes they close their eyes. I don't know what to think, it may just be a blank.

“It's too remote. I only bought it a few days ago. Want to read it?” Nizuki, sitting in the front row, said silently.

“Read it, the broadcast never receives a complete signal, intermittent.” Zhuma's tone of joy before the change was full of worry.

“This is the first part.” Niyue gently flipped the paper in her hand, whispering: “The title is: There are signals, but they remain silent! ”

Zhoma said, “What is it and what does it mean? ”

"On this flying planet, scientists have discovered the signals of life and reached a certain level of technology, and scientists are trying to crack them, but progress is said to be slow… We have sent them friendly signals, but have not received any response, and they have still not changed their orbit. ”

Zhoma interjected with concern: "They should be given warning signals! What a friendly signal, these people are hopeless! ”

Instead of talking, Nikki drew a copy from the newspaper, surprisingly reading: “The latest news from the Academy of Sciences suggests that calculating the orbital offset of this galaxy caused by the arrival of this dead planet confirms that it has approached our planetary system at a speed close but certainly not at the speed of light, the gravitational pull caused by its enormous quality of motion… According to the chief astronomer Tangietu, it is definitely slowing down, but it has declined dramatically, and is expected to hit our planet ten months ahead of the time previously calculated - this is, of course, our prediction that it cannot be destroyed. ”

Zhoma was shocked and almost lost control of the quadricycles. Bring the newspaper in Niki's hand and look down while driving: “Ten months ahead? Isn't that only three months away? What kind of newspaper is this? It's a small newspaper, isn't it? ”

“It's a small newspaper.” Ni Moon turned over the other big newspapers and tried to find the same story, but it didn't work, whispering.

Zhoma was relieved and accidentally looked into the sky at the corner of the car window, where a less bright star appeared in the daytime sky with the naked eye.

This is the Star of Death, which, according to its orbit, will impact the planet on which Zoma is located.

“There is also a story here.” Nemo turned over another newspaper and read: "It is speculated that they may have sent a fleet to destroy our probing satellites at the edge of the galaxy, which according to internal sources have lost contact for more than three days, without excluding technical faults. ”

Newspapers on Nikki's lap were filled with reports of this uninterrupted visitor, and all that remained was news of a state of emergency and military mobilization, such as the formation of a new space force, early enrollment in a military academy, the army's successive recalls of veterans, and the massive recruitment of new recruits.

Zhoma just relieved his breath and raised it again, sighing halfway: “Anyway, there should be wind in Al-Quds City. So much has been seen by the naked eye. If anyone can't hide it, my plan will be accelerated! ”

“There should be no problem, she's smart, and you happen to have helped the Dean's wife, Show just... Could you lower the standard a little? The Temple Waiter College is just too much money to get in, and it may not work for you to spend any more money.” Ni Moon watched the coma with the show, worried to say.

“This is the only way, otherwise there is no guarantee of safety. Only entering the Temple Waiter College can be protected as a seed at the last minute. Rest assured, I am prepared this time.” Zhoma glanced in the mirror at this moment, seemingly asleep, and lowered her voice to Niyue:

“You know them for a short time, you don't know the situation, especially you don't know Sethby, he is my biggest ace, with his qualifications and conditions, not to mention the First Sky Army, or the Temple, but also the Red Eye, with this condition, the show will surely serve the College! ”

Niki also looked at the teenager and said worried, "Is that why you have to bring out Seth Biya? ”

Zhoma sighed helplessly: "Nizuki, I am a little selfish about this, but if I don't do this, as you said, the show will certainly not make it to the Temple Waiter College where geniuses are gathering, and spending more money won't help.

But Césper's entry into the army may not necessarily be so dangerous, it may be safer than his entry into the army as a civilian, after all, who cares about the civilian population at that time and level? ”

Ni Moon frowned: “Why do you have to go to Temple Waiter College? Perhaps there is another way to get the right to safety, the show isn't necessarily happy there, you don't know those places, I know some. ”

Zhoma insisted: "This is the best opportunity to go in anyway. If in normal times the temple may not agree to such a condition, but now they will surely agree. They have no choice, the Star of Disaster is coming, and they need more strength! ”

“You're in business!” Ni Moon said slightly dissatisfied.

"For the future of the show, and for us, the entry of the show into the Waiter's College is tantamount to gaining access to nobility, and our final obstacle is gone," Zhoma said in a moment of silence. ”

“Are you inferior or not confident?” Nizuki asked back.

“I don't know." Zhoma sighed: “Probably both. ”

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Although they lowered their voices, they did not find the "teenager" frowned again.

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