Rebirth of turning waste into treasure

They were hung naked on the top of the city wall like this, and a row of blood-stained feet hung in the air by the side of the gate.

A free human walking in front couldn't help shaking his shoulders, trying to relax himself, but still tightly clenched the saber at his waist.

The enemy is staring at the city wall, and the teammates are also around, but at the moment the surroundings are silent, everyone looks solemn, and the row of hanging bodies sways with the wind from time to time. This kind of scene looks very cautious.

The middle-aged aliens didn't know the residents of the small castle very well. They said they were protecting them, but in fact they only stayed on the periphery, so that they would not invade the ruling center of the small castle and affect the normal life of the other party.

However, he had heard about the few friends Cheng Xiao and Lan made here. Of course, he had met a few times alone before. worse.

These aggressors are obviously not well-intentioned by maliciously provoking the target of the peace talks.

A group of people walked straight towards the wide open city gate without stopping.

There are not many guards on the city wall, they are in different shapes, with tentacles all over the sky, and there are not many guards in the shape of Weirs, but the cold eyes staring at them make people feel shuddering.

Qi Jun glanced worriedly. Cheng Xiao, who was being held by Lan, deliberately leaned over to cover the sight of humans. After all, Xu Hui was too bloody, and he was worried that humans would be irritated to the point of heartache.

He and Lan secretly exchanged glances, each saw the coldness in their eyes, the other was really deceiving too much.

When Cheng Xiao passed by the four figures, he glanced at them calmly, then walked forward without squinting.

The middle-aged foreigner froze for a moment, this reaction didn't seem right...

He turned his head to look at Master Qi Jun, whether he would immediately launch a crisis and ask the invaders to put him down immediately, maybe there is still hope.

As for the scarecrow, Cheng Xiao made a hand gesture to the foreign race, signaling the other party to pay attention to the smell of a certain material, but it was just an anthropomorphic personification, maybe the invader just wanted to make a joke and watch the excitement.

While not funny at all, the human eyes are indifferent.

Lan squinted his eyes. When he didn't get close, he couldn't detect the faint breath. It exuded a cement-like stone smell. This is a material that can be faked, and free humans are usually used in prosthetics.

"Don't worry, it's fake." Qi Jun nodded to Cheng Xiao, then turned around and explained to the people behind him.

The atmosphere in the team calmed down a little. After all, tearing up the face before getting started was obviously a declaration of war.

"Do you want to get off your horse?" The middle-aged foreigner said in a low voice with a sullen expression.

"Perhaps." Qi Jun glanced at the four figures. I'm afraid, this is also a small warning. The other party's visitors are not friendly, and these villains are also known to be ruthless in the interstellar center.

He specifically looked at the prisoner of war. The man named Fisslar raised his head as if feeling something, and met his gaze expressionlessly. His eyes were unexpectedly calm.

Are the Welsh people and the invaders two different existences? Qi Jun thought about it, feeling a little better for some reason.

The man was still looking at him.

Still a little worried, the female can't help but slow down until she lands next to the man, and secretly squeezes the other's hand, the delicate skin feels smooth, and he can't help but relax, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Let them touch you."

Being persecuted by the invaders before will leave some shadows in my heart.

Unexpectedly, the man held his hand with his backhand, and scraped his palm with his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally.

Qi Jun was slightly taken aback, and met the man's indifferent and steady expression with a little doubt.

Maybe she was thinking too much, the female body shook her head, turned her head and continued to walk forward, so that she ignored the imperceptible glint in the man's eyes.

The street was very desolate. In Cheng Xiao's memory, the small saplings that had sprouted before, now there were only dry pits left, and the smell of dilapidation and depression rushed towards him. It was as sparsely populated as an abandoned city.

And a military formation was standing in the middle of the avenue, facing the direction they were going.

"Welcome from afar." A voice without the slightest ups and downs sounded.