Star Dome: The opening made Black Tower regret for life

"Turn around...raise your butt...raise it a little higher...raise your chest and raise your head...look straight ahead, don't look at me...come closer...yes, yes...raise your tail too...don't move..." What's wrong with touching your tail? Your whole body is mine, be honest!"

The room in the black tower of the space station is brightly lit, and the crystal chandelier emits a bright halo that illuminates every corner of the room. There is a bright light everywhere, which is in sharp contrast with the pitch-black universe outside the glass window.

Jiang Fan stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror with a grimace, chest raised and head raised, letting Heita hold some kind of machine to shine on him. From time to time, he had to endure Heita's hands on his tail and She wiped oil from the dragon's horns and let her touch it here and there, but she couldn't even complain at all.

Whenever he showed the slightest hint of impatience, Heita would squint and look straight at him. Those talking eyes seemed to be saying, "It's okay, don't worry about me. You know, I'm just drifting in the universe looking for him." I’ve only been with you for more than two hundred years, what else can I say?”

At this thought, Jiang Fan's heart softened and he could only let Heita play with his dragon horns and tail. At the same time, he had doubts in his heart about this so-called 'biggest face in the world'.

Although there is still a half chance that the other party will not give you face, but the first time you use it, you will suffer a waterloo. It really makes people question the so-called 'give me a face', and even think about what they will do next. Will every face be swollen by others?

"It's not scientific, but it's very interesting." Heita pinched Jiang Fan's horns and nodded gently, "The underlying genetic sequence of the human body cannot change in just 18 minutes and 36 seconds, unless there is a persistence in your body. The genetic lineage of the Ming clan, but..."

"You were born from the planet Yaliluo IV. How could you have the blood of the Vidyadharas in your genes? As far as I know, the Vidyadharas only broke the argument of being infertile nearly a thousand years ago, but they have dragon horns and... The dragon's tail is still a sign of high bloodline. Could it be that you were abandoned by a couple from the Vidyadhara clan? But it's still unreasonable..." Heita looked Jiang Fan up and down with interest.

Jiang Fan remained silent and said to himself, "You old man, you can even calculate the time from taking a shower to going to bed, even down to the second. Did you really fall asleep just now?"

And it’s strange that this thing is reasonable. Not to mention the baby abandoned by the Vidyadhara couple. As far as his seniority is concerned, everyone in the Vidyadhara must respectfully call him “ancestor” when they see him, and maybe return the favor. I have to kneel down and kowtow in salute.

Besides, can we put aside the matter of not holding Ming clan blood for now?

You're holding my tail a little too hard, girl... are you trying to pluck the hair off my tail? Still want to twist my tail into a dough stick?

Jiang Fan was screaming in his heart, and for a moment he even forgot about the Mirror Sword of Damocles hanging above his head.

"Although I haven't had much interaction with the Immortal Boat Alliance, I still know a little bit about the story of the Mingdhichi Clan. It is rumored that there once was a Dragon Lord in the Immortal Boat Luofu. He was weak since he was a child, but he still overcame all obstacles and became a new immortal. Dragon, this is how the Vidyadhara clan, which is on the verge of extinction, has regained its vitality." Heita glanced at him meaningfully and paused:

"Although the story that has been circulated so far is full of strange stories, its core content has not changed much. For example, the name of the legendary Dragon Lord who became the immortal star god, if I remember correctly, should be called..." Heita said in his hand. He flicked the instrument lightly, stood on tiptoes and gripped Jiang Fan's collar tightly, speaking every word.

"The Immortal Dragon Ancestor, Lord of the Bright Drinking Moon...Jiang! Fan!"

.....

Belloberg's administrative square is still a grand scene full of people, whether it is the song "Just Because You Are So Beautiful" that instantly became popular with Belloberg or Mr. Walter's passionate dance, which almost ignited the whole audience. The small fire in the hearts of the residents of Berg suddenly became a huge conflagration.

The iron guards put their arms around each other's shoulders and punched each other, guessing the wine. The thick silver armor had already been thrown into the corner of the arsenal.

The residents toasted and drank together, and the so-called 'big politicians' from all walks of life talked about the future development of Belloberg. The people sitting around listened with interest, nodding in agreement from time to time, showing an expression like this .

But among the lively crowd, Xing sat alone in the corner of the concert stage with a sad face, as if some bad news had come.

Her shoulders were shaking slightly, and the faint light from the mobile phone screen illuminated her pale and haggard face. Her eyes were dull and her pupils were dull. The sadness was indescribable, and she looked like someone who had a big guarantee for Clara. look.

At this time, someone came out of the stage light and stopped in front of her, tapping her shoulder gently.

"Don't be sad secretly. Uncle Yang's dance puts us to shame. You deserved to lose."

March 7 patted Xing's shoulder and sighed softly. He found a place to sit next to her and sipped the freshly squeezed Dongying fruit juice produced in Belloberg in small sips. He couldn't help but sigh.

She originally thought that there was no such thing as freshly squeezed juice in a city like Belloberg that was covered with snow all year round, but Siluwa shook her head meaningfully and used the old-fashioned coffee machine to squeeze a cup of orange juice for her. The fresh juice tastes so sweet that you can't stop drinking it.

In Shiluwa’s words, “Those are the fruit tree seeds that our cutest Lingbao brought back when he went on a scientific expedition. They are the best choice for freshly squeezed juice. Good stuff that you can’t even find.”

For a moment, she had some respect for the youngest sister of the Jiang Fan family whom she had never met.

Xing raised his head and glanced at March 7th, and slowly shook his head with a sad face: "No... Even if Uncle Yang's dance exploded, it can't compare to the pain of my house's collapse..."

March 7th swallowed the juice in the glass cup and opened her mouth to say something to comfort her, but before she could make a sound, the deafening footsteps rang in their ears.

March Qi and Xing subconsciously raised their heads and looked towards the source of the sound. There was the ancestor standing tall and waving his arms, like a puppy that didn't want to be led away by a stranger.

If you look more carefully, you will find that there is a man hanging on the ancestor's shoulder. He is holding the ancestor's shoulder armor tightly and refusing to let go. He seems to be saying something. Through the shape of his mouth, it can be vaguely seen that he is "Follow me." ' Or something like 'fine engine oil'.

"I'll go, it's Uncle Yang!" Xing exclaimed after rubbing his eyes to make sure he didn't make a mistake.

Isn't that man wearing some kind of suspenders stage show look none other than Uncle Yang?

His cane is still tucked under his arm! But the feverish look on her face was exactly the same as when she was trying to kidnap Clara.

"Uncle Yang's image in my heart is about to be shattered." March 7 said softly, rubbing the inner wall of the glass cup.

The image of Uncle Yang in her heart has always been that of the leader of a secret organization, a knight who saves the planet, a teacher who teaches and educates people, and a painter of original animation paintings, but now he has turned into... something like a madman, That expression was the same as when Xing knocked down Clara, or even worse!

"As far as I know, Walter doesn't have many hobbies, but it seems that mechas are one of them." Jizi opened the stage curtain and walked out, speaking softly as if reminiscing, "Before you even set foot on the train, Walter is very interested in the Gundam series of mechas manufactured by the Black Tower Space Station, let alone the legendary Gundam Ancestor mecha?"

"Walter always seems to be worried that he can't keep up with the pace of young people... In my opinion, he himself is very young at heart."