Zoe quickly left behind the reflection of the witch Jane.
According to instructions given by Caesar's girlfriend, redheads have long been active in a well-known building in the main city.
The three of them followed the map all the way, eating and playing along the way was not pleasant.
Dark blue skies are bright as day, and light shadows and fragrant paper are a drunken fan. Forged by cutting-edge technology, the planet never seems to sleep, and all facilities are open 7x24 hours a day, leaving no room to squeeze away visitors' wallets.
The horse pulling the car on the side of the road snorted and Caesar looked at the price and immediately turned around.
“800 credit points.” Caesar exaggerated, “Why don't you just rob it? ”
“That's the price of the blue deep sky.” Zoe shrugged her shoulders: "Otherwise, we don't really only receive nobles. ”
When passing a playground, Caesar glanced at an air/gun shooting game - 600 points to redeem any giant doll.
Zoetton didn't feel good: “Is this fool going to...”
Five minutes later, Caesar had already paid the fee, took out the gas/gun, hey silly smile: “My wife gave me three tickets, I want a gift back...”
Touch it, Seven Rings.
Six rings.
“There's something wrong with this gun!” Caesar shouted outrageously.
Zoe couldn't bear to move him away and despise the useless assault spot.
After the sniper is on the field, the air/gun is stably stacked in ten rings.
Surveillance devices on one side suddenly sounded: "Warnings, warnings, data abnormalities --”
Zoe, this is when you see "For amateur use only, don't bother professional/service players” on the wall.
Behind the playground, there have been prompt arrivals of duty personnel.
Zoe went off and said, "Witch, come on! ”
Two minutes later, two duty officers walked next to the target, and Witch Jane was poking between the three rings and the off-target.
Cute teenagers whisper like stubborn and soft little animals, and the air/gun keeps getting stronger.
One of the older women was immediately shuddered by the adorable heart and liver, softly consoling: “Last month we switched guns for money in the amusement park. Hard to beat, say 600 points for toys is a lie, no one has gotten it yet. Little brother, or I'll give you a secret gift...”
Witch Jane blushed and refused.
As the three of them left, Caesar continued to show his grudging eyes.
Zoe sighs: "Witch, there's something wrong with the gun. But you're off-target —— it's really time to practice. ”
Witch Jane was a little frustrated, and Shaoha cheered up again.
Dark blue sky, night and day.
Shopping malls, gambling/venues, floating fountains, gentle strings, weapons of destruction displayed by street pricks, youths chasing each other and young girls laughing at each other and neighborhoods tightly divided by several forces coexist in the castle in a strange and peaceful way.
In the blink of an eye, a line has reached its destination address.
The main city is crowded here.
Right at the crossroads, it's a huge four-block building --
This is a temple-like venue.
The dark brick wall is like a fierce beast on one side of the tray crawling in the middle of the street, but the wide dome sparkles in the night sky, and the complex embossing drifts with the light shadow, because of the missight of the painting, jumping, the illusion is not true.
The scarlet carpet stretches from the grass fountain with silver engravings everywhere:
“Block 16, owned by Floating City. ”
Witch Jane grows her mouth.
Caesar looks tranced: "Is the underground race here? Really fucking rich... what a floating city..."
As she entered the building courtyard, she sat on a high footstool in the reception area, and a little girl in a light blue tuxedo sneered, pointing to Caesar Zoe: “Brother, turn left for security. ”
Caesar dissatisfied: “Why are we the only two...”
The little girl blinked her eyes and said to herself: “She's tall and doesn't look like a good citizen. Check the back for guns. ”
Caesar: … Are there good people in the blue sky?!
The little girl looked at the witch Jane with pleasure, obsessed with the beauty, her eyes full of amazement.
Even the voice slowed down unconsciously: "Brother, come with me first, there are a lot of people today. Well, that's my work number. Brother, what's your name? Is this your first time here? Living outside or in deep space... brother, do you want wine or champagne..."
Witch Jane remembers that when she was discharged, the doctor ordered her not to drink alcohol, but the wine content was not high.
He nodded and grabbed the crystal cup from his little sister.
They passed through a long and luxurious corridor, and Witch Jane suddenly opened her eyes.
Beneath the dome is a stage several times bigger than the Clawson Show - four blocks splicing around this huge thing, surrounded by a spectacular audience.
A holographic screen was erected in the void, in fine light particles, and almost everything on the stage was within reach.
The audience seats are in the dark, but the cameras are all over the building.
When Jane entered the door, many people looked in his direction from afar.
One of them stunned his tongue and Xiao Ha reacted: “This seems to be the one Er Mao said, why is he here? Not in the box yet? Come on, tell the lord! ”
“This... My lord has gone up, just now...”
On the field, all screens flashed slightly, and familiar silver mask signs floated in the void. Under the dome instantly bursts the cheers of the heavens and the earth.
Witch Jane was frightened. The front, back, left and right were like crazy. The aristocratic ladies sitting in the front row and dressed in dress threw handkerchiefs and flowers inwards. Countless audiences stood up like the tide to pay tribute to the coming out of the hat.
The little girl who guided him didn't even take melon seeds at this time and patted him into the field with terminal spirituality. Witch Jane noticed sharply that her tutu was hung on one side of the skirt with a miniature support figure similar to the mask.
On the stage, the doors were finally opened with many lines.
The man in the silver mask stood up from his throne, raised the tall cup in his hand and showed silently below the stage.
When the scream is loud, it rings.
Little sister's face blushed red, picked up her own fruit wine and the man on the virtual screen touched the glass, and said quickly: “Little brother, I'm glad you're not late - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh -”
Witch Jane stared at the man on the stage and stumbled for half a day: “He is...”
“Don't you know?!” Little Sister Stunning: “The four season cicada champion of the underground race, formerly the Ace of Floating City, is now - the new king of Floating City. ”
King's toast symbolizes the beginning of an underground race.
Soon, the map unfolded underneath the stage and the players entered the preparations. Yet countless sights still follow the man on the stage until he disappears into the rays of convergence.
The little sister regained her state of smoking gourds. She kept saying, pointing to the aristocratic ladies in the front row in the dark: “Today's inner field tickets were fired more than ten times. Psst, everyone wants to be taken away by the new king at night. ”
“Dream on! The king won't take their masks off!” Little girl up her chin: "Little brother eats melon seedlings? Let me tell you, Wang hasn't heard a rumor so far. I suspect it's the red-haired muscle man who usually warms his bed...”
Witch Jane was in a trance and did not react for half a day. She stupidly took the melon seeds.
Where they are, the light suddenly darkens.
The viewership is spacious and luxurious, and the seats are very far apart, at a time when the tournament is about to begin and no one has noticed it.
Little girl sounded.
I didn't think the only light source - the holographic screen was dark.
She was about to call someone on the terminal, looking up with a faint light, and then she was stiff on the spot.
A tall, indifferent man, not knowing when to appear, stands before the witch Jane.
The slight light reflected his knife-like jaw line, not in the familiar silver-gray mask. He swept over the wine glass in Witch Jane's hand without a temperature gaze.
“ ”Witch Jane, a conditional reflex--
Just like two weeks ago in the practice room, brush it in front of a man and stand up.