PFC Chapter 572 Chapter 276 Rejection
Chapter 572 Chapter 276 Rejection
Chapter 572 276. Waste Recycling Station
Leots hiked through the forest with the caramelized snails, and they walked through the mud, but the pine needles and fallen leaves didn't necessarily dirty their boots.
Li Aoz picked some berries and ate them as he walked, looking like he was on an outing. After arriving on this planet, he became taciturn and rarely talked with the caramel snails all night long.
Once the topic is brought up, Li Ozi will repeatedly say 'trust me', 'only I will not betray you', 'don't think about anything'.
At first, the caramel snail felt that Li Ozi might have something to hide. After all, judging from his familiarity with Violet Star, it was definitely not the first time he came here.
"Li Aoz, where are you from?"
asked the caramel snail.
Li Aoz, who was walking in front, didn't look back, biting a wild fruit that looked like a tomato, and asked:
"Why are you asking this question all of a sudden?"
"Before you were on Azure Planet, you told us that you came from the "Empire of Heroes" and were a special investigator code-named 'Echoer'. "
The caramel snail dug out the chat records at that time, read it to him, then raised his head and looked at Li Aoz's back:
"Although you said a long time ago that you were originally an alien, after returning to the universe, you didn't go back to your 'hometown' immediately. Instead, you stayed on White Candle Star, helping us build our base, and even developed into the president along the way."
"so what?"
Li Aoz let out an 'oh' nonchalantly.
"It's nothing, I'm just curious, Li Aoz, what is your origin, who are you..." Caramel Snail scratched his chin: "You always behave too perfectly, but you seem too lonely."
"I'm probably not a person."
Li Aoz wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and said casually:
"As for where I was born, I don't have a fixed nationality or homeland at all, as long as it serves my purpose, I don't care about any restrictions."
"I could be anyone, or just a passing bum."
"Factions, ethnic groups, beliefs, countries—these things are to me what clothes are to you, and you can change them at any time."
"Then you must belong..."
"What to say."
Li Aoz thought about it seriously, and said seriously:
"I have a feeling that I can and can only be myself in this universe, and once I get out of here, I'm nothing."
"From this point of view, then my affiliation is this star abyss."
It's this kind of dialogue that obviously talks a lot, but doesn't leak any information, and doesn't reveal any information.
Caramel snails are speechless.
I don't know if the game's AI is too good, or his stereotypes are too obvious. Li Ozi just doesn't buy into him, and occasionally gives small gifts, but he doesn't say anything useful.
In this way, the caramel snail was even more curious about this mission.
'Maybe it's an exclusive mission that only I can enjoy...Will the reward be very generous?Looks like I'll have to record a video of my gaming journey and maybe make some money. '
He was originally a bold and optimistic person. Thinking about it this way, Caramel Snail's mood improved a lot, and it was not uncomfortable to go on missions with Li Ozi, so he simply enjoyed the game process.
"Speaking of which, where are we going?"
asked the caramel snail.
"Go straight from here, follow the small river, and soon you will encounter a bridge hole. Pass it and you will see the road, and then we will go to the city to find someone."
Li Oz said.
"Aren't you looking for money? I thought you were looking for treasure or something."
"Strictly speaking, it is indeed a treasure."
Li Aoz raised his hand and looked into the distance of the river:
"I'm looking for someone who plays rock and roll."
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Xia Beiluo sat on the bank, brushing her clothes and shoes hard, her fingers were swollen and white from blisters, she hadn't eaten anything since last night, and now she could smell the fishy smell of snails and small white fish in the river , are a little dazed.
After rubbing the clothes, wringing them dry, and drying them on the big rocks on the shore, Xia Beiluo was a little dizzy from the sun.
The rental house was flooded, the property ran away, and the landlord wanted her to pay for the broken furniture, and even the second-hand bicycle was broken.
Now that even her savings have been wiped out, where should she go to find a job?
She looks terrible, almost a boy's face, even if she sells it, she can't make much money, not to mention that in the territory of the Black Snake Gang, she has to pay for everything, who made them get closer to the church and helped them deal with so much dirty bad behavior.
She was silent for a while, lying on the grass in a daze, thinking about her plan.
I can only continue to try my luck at the scrap yard.
Until the sun dried the clothes, she put on the thin shirt and trousers again, put the wet coat on her shoulders, and walked all the way, drying all the way, her hair was naturally dried, messy like a bunch of straw.
Complaining will not change anything, it will only make the mood worse - this is what Xia Beiluo understood very early on.
When she approached the scrap yard, she saw a few men blocking the gate from a distance, so she immediately stopped and hid aside.
"You really haven't seen it?" the leading man asked questioningly.
They wear black hoods and have black snake tattoos on their bodies.
The thugs of the Black Snake Gang...
Xia Beiluo approached quietly. She was just over 1.6 meters tall, and she was small enough to hide behind the trash can, so no one would notice her.
Several thugs held phosphorescent lamps and curved swords at their waists, and they almost wrote their connection with the [Ghost Lord] church on their faces.
They seem to have had a dispute with the owner of the scrap yard and are discussing something intensely.
"Of course not. I've never heard or seen these things. The church forbids collecting these things. I've lived for more than 50 years. Do you think I don't understand?"
Pierre, the head of the waste station, said impatiently:
"You guys who have trained your muscles to your brains, even if you can't use your brains, at least trust your eyes, right? If you don't agree with each other, come to me and turn your head around. What are you looking for? What kind of casino? Have you seen it? Who would open a casino in a junkyard?"
The members of the Black Snake Gang couldn't hold back their faces, they were obviously hit by Pierre, and they muttered:
"Uh—I don't know, it's just that the people above heard the news and were ordered to come over to check."
"The people above? You mean the Priest of Oster in this parish?" Pierre asked in surprise.
"It's good that you know that the Priest of Oster has been promoted to the Gamma rank, and only needs the gift of the Lord of Ghosts to become the Grand Priest. At that time, even the mayor must obediently obey his words."
The leader of the Black Snake Gang exhorted:
"Don't hide it, [Ghost Lord] ordered against gambling, and the casino must not be opened! If it is found out at that time, don't blame me for not reminding you, the methods of the church are much more cruel than us..."
"Okay, okay, let's go, you guys have messed up my place!"
Peel waved his hand, pushed and pushed the Black Snake Gang out of the scrap yard.The leader seemed to be afraid that Peel would not remember, so he turned around and shouted:
"Remember! Don't rock music! The church doesn't like that kind of rebellious stuff."
(End of this chapter)