Love Code at the End of the World

“Tick-tock.” Another big drop of water is coming at me.

I slowly woke up and a drop of water dripped onto my face, warm, odorous, in front of my eyes, those amber eyes, and at this moment, the joyful gaze in those eyes was falling on my face.

“Hey, honey, you're awake. ”

I just woke up a little dizzy, and my gaze grew clearer, and I saw a smiling face, and he grinned, "Wife, you look so cute. Hey. ”

I woke up and couldn't see him clearly. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down. I followed him closely. I hit him on the forehead: "Ah!” He screamed backwards, and I slipped my feet on his stomach.

“Ah!" he cried in agony, “Pouncing." He fell off the bed, and I rolled over and rode right over him, and I saw him with a knife across the side and pulled it straight up against his neck: “Don't touch me! ”

I have the strength!

“Ah - pain, pain -” He covered his forehead and cried out, “How do you look like my mother? ”

The whole room was dim and only one lamp shook on the roof, illuminating the small room and the rudimentary setting. There was little furniture in the room, only a bed and an iron table next to the door and a wooden bench with paint removed, and a row of wooden strips nailed to the wall to hang clothes.

And the surrounding walls are not like our usual cement walls, but... like stainless steel, the whole room is small, kind of like a cabin on a cruise ship or a small dormitory on a base.

“Ah!" another shout, the voice of the uncle, I immediately held the knife against the boy's neck, looking forward nervously, I now every nerve is tight again, any wind blowing grass will touch my sensitive nerves.

“Calm down! Calm down!” Uncle is a European American, deep eye socket, tall nose, and white skin, but still more mature, and a real man's wildness, like that of a sexy but deeply loving male owner in American spy movies.

He stretched his hand forward, and in his other hand was a plate with strange, dark things like buns on it. He seemed nervous, but his eyes were calm, and he had the qualities of a sergeant, and I could feel that he was a soldier, a warrior, because the warrior had a unique temperament.

And behind him... is the door! Right now, that door is open!

“Stay back!” I yelled. Uncle, if he's a fighter, he must be able to fight. I can't be careless. I need this hostage under me.

Uncle nodded. “Okay, okay.” And look beneath me, "son, are you all right? ”

“I'm fine, Bean.” The boy under me still has time to say hello to his father! It also looks naturally comfortable and hasn't panicked at all.

Turns out they're fathers and sons, so I need him even more! By the way, I remember uncle calling this boy Harry.

When I mentioned Harry's collar, I wanted to stand up, but the injured leg was still a little soft, and I shrugged, and Harry immediately said, "Watch your wounds! ”

“Go!” I pushed him forward, the knife was still against his neck, and now the person who cared most about me was a fake!

He raised his hands and looked sadly at the immobile uncle: "Dad, the wife is about to be seen...”

His father also squeezed his eyebrows at him, his eyes filled with iron and steel depression: “How can you be such a scum! ”

“Let's go!” It's too dangerous for both of them to look at each other!

I stared closely at Uncle Harry with a knife to take me out of the door, out of that little door that could give me hope. But when I walked out that little door, my brain burst into bigger shock.

It's a dungeon that actually shows up in my blindfold!

A row of dilapidated cabins are built right next to the cliffs, with a narrow steel corridor with railings on each level of doorway.

There was no sunshine in the sky, and it seemed like a giant piece of steel covered the entire underground city, hiding it. The lights are arranged neatly at intervals, and the faint lights are barely illuminating this shitty underground city. Hidden, there seems to be a rope above, like a sliding rope.

I'm standing downstairs in a large square, with a ditch next to it, which you can see implicitly in the faint light. And on the other side of the square, two giant battleships were stranded, hidden from the battleships. They didn't look like soldiers, and there were underwear and other laundry on the deck.

Where the hell am I?

Eating ghosts.

All kinds of capable people.

Flying locomotives.

Hanging high in the sky, Silver Moon City is as cold as the moon.

And now... this is such an underground city!

The underground city is large and unimpeachable, and the road at the end of both sides extends around the corner, which should lead to other areas. This underground city is far more than the area I see in front of me.

I'm on the third floor, across the hall, looking like 78 floors. At this point, people are gathering down there, wearing patchy clothes, very worn, but they look a little better than the people of Heraeus, who have shoes instead of grass shoes.

They have a kind smile on their faces. It's more like Aunt Seven and Aunt Eight running over to see the noise and see how ugly someone feels.

“Boom, boom.” Someone was rushing to make a loud noise on the steel corridor, and I looked at it, but it was... three women!

The moment I saw a woman, I somehow suddenly let go, as if only a woman in the world now would make me feel at ease.

Headed by an incredibly sexy, temperamental redhead instructor, her five officers are very sophisticated and European and American. Almond-like eyes, amber in color, a red curly hair, make her sexier and more attractive. Her redhead is brighter in a dark, dark military uniform.

The uniform wrapped tightly around her curve and her chest burst outward, as if every breath would blow open that precarious button, through a uniform temptation and allure.

Behind her were two young girls, the girl on my left hand side, similar to my age, also wearing a tight military uniform, a clean, short ear, white hair, but she was an Oriental face like mine, however, her eyes were not black or brown, but a pair of snow eyes.