Fast Travel Mystery Project

Chapter 269 Star Captain is a Merchant ([-])
Chapter 295: The Giant's Deep Malice

The Lord God's Space is indeed ruthless and despicable enough to teleport her here before informing her that there is no plot. Does this mean she wants her to die?
No, the main god space obviously needs energy, otherwise it can completely reject her request to take 01 away. There is no need to go around in such a big circle and kill her in the mission.

In this case, there are two possibilities: one is that the target of this world is not very cruel, at least not killing her immediately like Li Yuan; For example, let her collect sub-world energy endlessly.

After clearing his mind, An Mo felt that the unfamiliar road in the new world was clearer and brighter than ever before, and most of the restlessness and anxiety subsided.

In his mind, 01 is still blaming himself: "Originally I could help you, but the space has deprived me of most of my ability as a system, and I can't detect the framework structure of this world..."

That very magnetic voice also said something again: "@&*#￥$￠%￡?"

An Mo knew that he couldn't drag it any longer, so he said, "01, don't worry, everything will be fine. Did Space say who is the target of this attack?"

Finally there was a question that he could answer. 01 said excitedly: "Yes! It's called Erjue Luya!"

Earl Lure?Where is this name?

An Mo frowned lightly, pretending to have a headache and slowly opened his eyes.

She had an ominous premonition that perhaps the mission world this time did not belong to the earth, and did not belong to the world she knew.

The bright light source was completely blocked by the tall man in front of him. An Mo sat in a corner like a wall, looking straight ahead, he could only see the height of the man's calf. It was initially estimated that the man was at least four meters tall.

What the hell is this place, aliens?
An Mo cursed, and raised his head hard, with most of the back of his head resting on his back, searching for the facial expression of the unusually tall giant in a posture of looking up at the sky.

Due to the backlight, the height gap between the two is also huge, so she can't see the man's appearance clearly, let alone guess the other's inner thoughts through his expression.

To no avail, An Mo had no choice but to speak to break the embarrassing atmosphere, and used a very vulgar Mary Sue line: "Where... is this? Who are you?"

Normally, don’t expose your unfamiliarity with the surroundings easily, because whether you are pretending to have amnesia or illness, it will seriously affect the direction of the world plot, and even cause the OOC character to collapse;

But the giant in front of him was obviously not the same kind of creature as her. An Mo felt that he must have been kidnapped by aliens or something, and he would not be familiar with this place. The language barrier was the proof.

"#&＊￥￥$《?" The man also seemed to find it difficult to look at An Mo. He suddenly squatted down, put his arms on his thighs, and said the third interrogative sentence that An Mo couldn't understand.

Only then did An Mo realize that the man's hair was gray, shoulder-length, not the white silver-gray like in the anime, but a black purebred gray, with a decadent look from the root to the tip of the hair. temperament.

The man is very handsome, no matter what the aesthetic standards of the aliens are, at least according to the aesthetic standards of the earthlings, An Mo thinks the man is very handsome.

Sickly white complexion, pure and sharp phoenix eyes, with deep blue pupils inside, the pupils are large and bright, like two mysterious whirlpools that can suck people in at any time;

The bridge of the nose is straight, the lips are red and the teeth are white, the lips are thin and upturned, coupled with the tear mole at the corner of his eye, he exudes a sinister and domineering aura.

If he bared his fangs when he spoke, An Mo thought, he might be a big vampire.

It is worth mentioning that there are nine stars between the man's forehead and between his eyebrows.

It is pure gray with the same color as the hair. The eight beads are round and bright on the outside. The one in the middle is slightly dull, but larger than the others.

It doesn't look like a painting, but like the original skin that grows on the flesh.

An Mo didn't know what words to use to describe it. She only knew that stars that might look unconventional on ordinary people looked really good on this man's face.

"I don't understand what you're saying, but can you untie me first? This thing is tight, and my arm is almost bleeding." An Mo raised his hands that were helped from in front of him, and said while doing it He moved forward, hoping that the other party would understand, "You see you are so tall, and I am so short and thin, so I can't pose any threat."

An Mo's wrists were bound by a white glue material, which was very tight. It should have a stretching function, but her strength was not enough to stretch them apart. The fingertips are already cold, and there is absolutely no blood left. If this state is maintained for a long time, the muscle tissue will be destroyed.

Of course the man couldn't understand, but his comprehension seemed to be top-notch. He raised his hand and pointed his palm at An Mo. A faint white light flashed away, and the bondage on An Mo's wrist disappeared in an instant.

This way of getting along with each other was so easy and safe that it was unbelievable. While An Mo was surprised in his heart, he kept his face calm and thanked him with a smile while rubbing his wrists.

She didn't dare to bend down or make some other polite gestures, because she didn't know whether these gestures represented bad meanings in the man's racial culture.

Sure enough, smiling is not easy to make mistakes, and the man also opened the corner of his mouth to reveal a smile that can be found even if you look carefully: "%&$."

After saying this, he stood up, turned his head to the side, gave some instructions, and then left.

Only then did An Mo dare to observe the surrounding environment. The space here is very large and empty. There is nothing in the area of ​​at least [-] square meters. There are only two rows of people standing neatly. They are the man who left just now. A group of men of the same tall stature, wearing somewhat astronaut-like clothes.

This is different from the man who left, that man dressed like a nobleman, even though the design of the clothes was not in the fashion culture that An Mo had come into contact with.

Soon, An Mo guessed the meaning of what the man ordered before he left, because someone brought a table of food.

It is said to be a table, but in fact the table is considered big for those "giants", but for An Mo... um... it's hard to describe, it's probably like the roof frame of a small house.

There are many kinds of food on the table, and the tableware for each food is different. There are also drinks of different colors, which are placed in cups of different shapes. An Mo, who was lucky enough to see the full banquet of Han and Han, suddenly felt that the Great China For the first time, the gourmet culture has been KO'd.

But then, when An Mo was flattered, the man returned and told An Mo that she was thinking too much, and these were not specially prepared for her.

The man put a plain plate in his hand in front of An Mo, and there was only one food on it that looked the same as a steamed bun: "#￥$＊."

This should be the intention for me to eat steamed buns...

Looking at the delicious food on the table, An Mo felt the deep malice from the other party.

　Thank you, Pingyi, Mengmengdieshang, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)