A luxurious airship floats in a remote interstellar channel. The black surface of the airship is smooth, like flowing obsidian.
Inside the porthole, clear wine was poured into the crystal glass. The wine was amber-like light gold, with a slightly sweet aroma.
The velvet carpet was neatly spread out, and on the elegant leather sofa, an elderly man in exquisite clothes behaved elegantly and took a sip of the wine in the glass.
Then, his sparse eyebrows knitted together: "Fuck, this is so sweet."
"This is the treasure of Maijiu Manor, there are only ten bottles in total." Opposite the old man, a man dressed in equally elegant clothes gently shook the wine glass in his hand, sniffed the sweet fragrance, and showed an intoxicated expression on his face, "The fragrance of the wine is so refreshing that I get drunk before I even taste it."
He looked like he was only middle-aged, but his hair was already gray. Compared to him, the old man looked old, but he still had thick black hair.
Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the old man looked down on him and said, "This kind of sweet drink is worthy of being called alcohol? Only people like you like it."
The middle-aged man smiled but said nothing. After a while, he suddenly said out of nowhere, "Catherine likes it too."
The old man shut his mouth.
The middle-aged man thought thoughtfully: "It won't be long before Catherine leaves."
The old man remained silent.
The man muttered the name "Catherine" with a blank look in his eyes: "I've been searching for so many years, but there's still no clue..."
The old man's face trembled for no reason. After a few seconds, he forced out a sarcastic smile: "Humph, who told us that His Majesty is kind and generous, grateful and repaying kindness? He is a first-class good man."
As if touching upon a sad past, the two were speechless for a moment.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and turned to look out the porthole.
"what is that?"
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Explosions, flames, and billowing smoke.
His sight was burned, severe pain penetrated his whole body, and his consciousness sank into the abyss. A vague voice, like a drooping spider silk, dragged him along with difficulty and vagueness.
"Su Lan..."
"Su Lan..."
"Su Lan, stay alive."
The deep and slightly hoarse voice echoed clearly in my mind, like the ringing of an ancient bell, instantly dispelling the chaos in my brain.
On the desolate planet, the escape capsule with billowing black smoke was embedded in the cracked ground. Most of the hard shell was directly dented, the hatch burst, and debris flew.
A moment later, a slender, bloody hand reached out and grabbed the broken cabin door.
The sharp fragments of the hatch pierced the palm, but the hand did not waver at all. The pale knuckles and bones bulged, as if using up the last of its strength to drive the people inside to escape.
Ji Mian climbed out of the escape pod and fell to the ground.
Blood soaked through his clothes and mixed with cold sweat. He tried hard to open his eyes, but beneath his wet eyelashes, the world was spinning and dark.
There was a buzzing sound in his ears like an explosion. At that moment, he could see nothing and hear nothing.
Chu Shiye...
A name, like a burning mark just branded on the heart, is clear and painful.
Chu Shiye...are you okay now
Ji Mian covered his throat and opened his mouth to shout out the name, but his throat was hoarse and dry, and filled with a tearing smell of blood.
Despite this, he still tried his best to speak, to confirm the existence of that person - but in the end he just coughed violently and uncontrollably, his throat hurt as if pig iron was poured into it, and he was unable to get up, with his back trembling slightly.