Dark Blood Age

Chapter 993: Don't Kill

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The railcar finally left the station and headed towards its destination.

The first compartment was caught in a conscious silence due to the appearance of the blue badge, and the black-haired were nervous enough to move around, while the blue-haired desperately wanted to maintain their own demeanor in order not to be despised by the true nobility from Al-Quds.

Everyone became careful, even drinking water became very elegant, ancient etiquette resurrected in small compartments, deformed to infect everyone, so that those with dark hair could not unravel and learn the elegance of other Blue Corporations, as if they did not deserve this compartment, or desecrate something.

This includes the "Junior" but not the "Junior” show.

“Brother Egg, I'm going to the shit pit, will you accompany me?” Because the beautiful blue-haired sister is right next to her, the show is still very clear in the quiet compartment, although it is already very quiet.

Out of the prairie, they knew that the dung pit was made of men and women, because too many strangers, ordinary show one person was afraid to go, especially today's atmosphere and scene, so had to pull his big eggs.

A blue-haired girl sitting opposite them was gracefully picking up the cup, sipping a small sip, hearing such vulgar words, suddenly choked, coughing constantly, her little face choked red.

Other blue-haired people feel the scenery, even dark-haired people are ashamed of reddish cheeks for their compatriots.

However, what really makes a blue-haired person or a dark-haired person unbearable is a “teenager” called a "big egg”, who puts the boy in the car toilet, closes the door, and then the next sentence:

“Well, oh, show, I'll wait for you outside the door, remember to use paper, Uncle Zhoma said to talk about hygiene...”

In fact, they just don't have paper on the prairie, but they do have other alternatives, and yet they fall into the ears of the people in the trunk, which is another meaning.

Suddenly, all the black-haired people had to find a hole to get in. It was embarrassing! And the blue haired people all look like this, and the blue haired girl who just drank water shrunk her pink feet back from under the table like there was something extremely disgusting on the other side.

When the two men returned to the carriage, they were almost invisible and bore the despicable gaze of the entire carriage.

I can't wait to die. Forget it. I pulled both of them and hid them behind my seat.

Zhoma smiled, and Ni Moon smiled.

So she was surrounded by another compliment, and instantly, the compartment was tragically “noble”.

In such an atmosphere, crowded railcars eventually stopped stopping at any stop, marching day and night, and finally appearing on the edge of a magnificent city at dawn.

In the early morning, the fog over the city has not yet dispersed. If a long river crosses the east and west, the river is similarly foggy, like a fairy realm.

Those in the compartment, whether dark or blue, stretched their necks out in front of the windows and looked closely at every corner of the track with a revered eye.

“Look, it's the Sacred River of Tesla. It's beautiful! ”

“Look, the tip of the tower, there, in the fog, right, right there, see? ”

“Look at the Great Revolution tablet, it's really tall and scary, I bet there must be over a thousand Ferras. ”

“What's that? Is it the royal palaces and mountains that often appear on the television? Supreme God, that's magnificent! ”

“I think I see the Star Building. Hey, wait, isn't that the legendary Circle orbit over there? ”

“That's sky! I don't know if you've ever been to school. ”

“Yes, the supreme crystal of the Swimps antigravity law, there are illustrations in school textbooks, this can be mistaken, what eyes!? ”

“If it was a sky kingdom, that statue over there should have been made by the great artist Hoffudi after he woke up! ”

“Yeah, I can finally see the real thing! ”

“Uncle Zhoma, why are those people holding such strange things in that position? Looks like a hammer. ”

“Cough, show, they're not going to hit anyone, it's art, you see them holding red books in their hands? It symbolizes the power of knowledge! A symbol of the great revolution! ”

“Yes, but do they have hammers or do they look like they're going to hit people? ”

“ …… ”

……

You continue to speak to me in the trunk of the car, exclaiming that the current situation has been completely forgotten and indulged in the great miracle of Al-Quds Al-Sharif.

“Juvenile" seemed attracted, his eyes fell from the statue to a straight long street, through the morning fog, you can see the two sides of the long street, ല! ! ! ! ;;;;;! ;;! ! ! ;;;;;;! ;! ;;;\33

It's cold, it's not suitable for their survival, and perhaps further south is where they come from, but I don't know why the owners of Long Street stubbornly planted them here.

“Juvenile” wondered about planting flowers and trees, looking at this falling long street, tragically felt that his hometown seemed to have the same view, but it seemed like something was wrong...

Outside the window, a huge shadow cast down, darkening the entire compartment--

It is the ancient walls of Emerald City, soaring into the clouds, slightly dark red on the mossy walls, seemingly still retaining the blood of the warriors of that era, showing the world its bitter and long history.

By the track car passes through the bottom of this immense gate that runs through the walls of the ancient city, slowing down and slowing down into the huge city as if it had just woken up from its slumber, under the gaze of giant warriors with swords on both sides.

“Holy City, I'm coming! ”

In the trunk, a blue-haired teenager who had crossed the Holy City from the future, overexcited, shouted out of the window in a whimsical manner, and immediately drew a burst of laughter.

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The track car stopped in a beautiful place far beyond the sum of all the stations before, unloading the wind and dust of its day and night Mercedes-Benz, lying quietly on the track like a tired old .

The passengers crowded out of its body, or yelled, or shouted back and forth, followed the instructions on the ground and hurried out, then rushed off.

Zuma et al. did not have much luggage, but hired a small quadricycle in the station to drive them to the exit, saving them a lot of energy.

There are still many, if not more, people there, and passengers from other rail cars eventually gather here to form a dense flow of people.

Among the crowded crowd, three people in uniform appeared in front of Zhuma et al., two of whom had blue hair and a dark hair with a very serious expression.

Zhoma slightly flashed, frowned, had a bad feeling and wanted to go around with Nizuki and “Juvenile”.

At this time, a few more tall men dressed in civilian clothes emerged from the passenger flow in the back, blocking him back!

“Who are you people? ”

In the face of a sudden situation, Zhoma also calmed down, and here in Al-Quds City, usually no one would mess up in a public place like the station, he quickly gave Niyue a look and said calmly.

A blue-haired man across the street walked up and looked at Zhoma with no expression, pulling a document from her clothes and a sealed document, silently said:

“24916; Company. Zhoma, you and your group are involved in the illegal accumulation of food, the illegal possession of weapons in excess of the prescribed quantities and specifications, and the illegal operation of items under temporary strategic control, and you have been formally arrested under Act No. 71! ”

After the blue-haired man said, Zhuoma beamed for a moment, and immediately another dark-haired man came forward and took out a flexible tape. He didn't know how to do it. He snapped Zhuoma's hands around his eyes.

Because things are changing so fast, these people are ambushing like they were told in advance, and suddenly they can't help but notice that the others, especially the “teenagers”, don't know what happened?

“I'm a legitimate business, and what I do is a food business. How can it be illegal? You must be mistaken. I asked to see Vice President Mittens, who knew my situation, my license plate...” Reacting Zhoma struggled immediately, and at the same time, he thought someone was going to blackmail him, so he figured out a way to imply that Nikki would leave with the “teenagers” first.

“Save that for the trial court. Take it away!” The blue-haired man, presumably the head, still said emotionally.

“Okay, I'm coming with you.” Zhoma is still calm at this time, and he doesn't seem to have been caught for the first time knowing how to protect himself.

But he never thought, at this time, just as he implied to Niyue, two more blue-haired people walked out of the passengers behind him, one of them glanced at Zhoma and turned to Niyue Dao:

“Miss, you've had a rough trip. The grown-ups are waiting for you at home. Let's go this way. ”

Saying so, he skilfully unpacked Niki and sidestepped out the other way.

This person, Zhoma, knows, is from the Nizuki family.

He was afraid to look at the woman unbelievably, hoping to find something that would reinforce his confidence in her apparently stunned expression as well, but he was quickly disappointed that Nikki's stunner lasted less than two seconds, yet unfamiliarly “calmed” him down and tried to take the “teenagers” with him to the parking lot on the other side.

Droma's back suddenly sweated cold and woke up, breaking the clamp from the two who held him, shouting at the “teenager": "Sethby, run, run with your brother and sister! ”

The three “teenagers” who had never seen such a thing were somewhat stuck. When they heard Zhuoma shouting, it seemed as if they understood it. Show immediately tried to save Uncle Zhuoma, but was pulled back by Niyue, but was immediately taken back by “teenagers”.

At this time, the two people clamping Zhuma didn't know what hit Zhuma hard in the head, and the blood suddenly fell off his forehead.

“Fucking guy!” One of the black-haired uniforms kicked hard into Zhuma's stomach and cursed.

But he didn't notice that Zhoma was looking at the "teenager" in horror, screaming desperately: "Don't come over, don't kill anyone, this is Al-Quds! Run! Run! Run! ”

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