Shuangye noticed something strange about the people around him and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you?"

Shuangxing said angrily: "He is such a scumbag, but you still think he is a good person?"

Is there something wrong? The doctor used to be even more scumbag. Except for the fact that he didn't have a disaster officer, he basically didn't do anything that people would do. Now it's just a trivial thing.

"You guys just indulged him too much. What happened to the boss? Why can't he be fired?"

Shuangye looked wary: "What do you mean, don't say anything about your integrated movement. If it weren't for him going against all the opinions, there would be quite a few operators sitting here who have ideas about you."

"snort!"

Shuangxing raised her chin. If this were the case, she wouldn't be sitting here.

A spit and a nail, the children of the Ursus Icefield will never say embarrassing words, let alone beg for charity from others.

She has seen a lot of the scenery in Victoria, which is more energetic and freer than that frozen country. However, the attitude towards the infected is quite subtle. Judging by the standards of a leader, it is definitely not a place that treats infected people well.

It seems that the paradise in my heart can only rely on my own hands.

Shuangxing still hasn't figured it out. Before she came, Tallulah said that she wanted to see the hope that God would leave in this world. The scholars from the city knew how to talk. She still couldn't figure out what the so-called hope was.

What does it mean?

White Rabbit is sitting in an inconspicuous corner. If you don't observe carefully, you will definitely be ignored. But who is Jingzhe? His eyes are quite sharp. He glanced at her at the first sight, and then quietly moved his eyes away to observe other people.

People have thousands of thoughts in their hearts.

Why are the cadres of the Integration Movement mixed with the cadres of Rhode Island?

Since the core city of Chernobog escaped, Yanguo's intelligence on them has been lagging behind. First, because the distance is too far, it takes a long time for the messenger to return the information. Second, Tallulah is the leader of the integration movement.

, the policy leading this infected armed organization has undergone fundamental changes, and coupled with the subsequent impact of the Siesta incident, countries around the world have improved more or less in their treatment of infected people, even if they are not sincere.

The information sent back from Longmen was also incomplete, so Jingzhe immediately wanted to observe carefully.

When Isabella saw that the real owner was not there, she generously found a seat to sit down and wait patiently. It seemed that she was really in trouble.

At first, the operators were still hesitant about asking for autographs and photos. After Ambiel took the lead in trying it, others became eager to give it a try.

"Are you all employees of Mr. Zhou?"

"He is not our boss yet, we can barely be considered colleagues."

Ambiel originally wanted to talk about superiors and subordinates, but found that the relationship between the doctor and the operator was not simply superior and subordinate. He played quite a few roles, but none of them were superior.

Just a colleague relationship?

Does your company only recruit female employees?

What if only men can do something?

Several thoughts suddenly popped into Isabella's mind, but out of politeness, she did not ask.

Just when she was thinking wildly, a little girl with a chestnut ponytail came over and handed over a picture album with both hands. There were some characters that Isabella had played on it. The cover showed her holding a picture when she was a classical knight of Casimir.

With a lance and a pair of Pegasus wings spread behind her, she charges towards the enemy all by herself. The cold-toned style gives a close-up of her face, highlighting her resolute and cold expression, as well as the tragic feeling of charging into battle alone.

But the ending of the story is not that she died in the battle. After awakening the power of her ancestors, she narrowly escaped unconsciously and embarked on another path.

"Sister, can you sign for me?"

"all right."

Isabella thought the little girl in front of her was cute. She took the album with both hands and wrote fancy fonts with a black pen. She asked: "Do you know what the meaning of this picture is? There will be rewards for correct answers~"

"The last of the Hussars, right?"

"That's right, what's your name?"

"I don't have a name. My sisters and brothers all call me Snake Butcher Box, and they also call me Turtle Turtle."

"What kind of reward does Turtle want?"

Turtle blinked: "Can we take a photo?"

"sure."

Isabella asked the operator at the next table for help. She hugged Turtle and the two took a group photo.

Not far away, Jingzhe watched this scene. She also thought that the little girl named She Tuxi was cute, but she had a public official position, so forget about signing autographs and taking photos. Although the sitcom was very unique, Yan Guo himself

The film and television culture also has a unique flavor.

Suddenly, she turned her head and looked to the other side, because she found that someone had been watching her.

…

…

As the sun rises and disperses the fog, there are more people on the streets.

Zhou Jinru held Wei Na's hand, and the two walked in the East District. After leaving the area where the nobles concentrated, the surrounding area became obviously popular. In the days after the recovery day, there were more backpackers, mostly from other mobile cities.

Visitors coming over.

"Every time I leave a large mobile city, I always feel like I'm going to another world, and this sense of tearing becomes stronger and stronger."

"No one can solve this problem, not even Victoria, Ursus, Yanguo, Colombia. The contradiction between moving cities and non-moving cities always exists."

Wei Na couldn't help but stretched out her hand and pinched Zhou Jinru's arm: "Are you used to talking about work when you go shopping with your friends?"

"Of course not. I'm wondering if this situation would be improved if it were you. Conflicts continue to accumulate, and one day a terrible disaster will break out."

"I don't know. Don't always think about me being the king. Do you really want to be the prince?"

Zhou Jinru was speechless for a moment: "I can't beat you."

Wei Na was surprised and said: "Is your standard just whether you can beat him or not?"

"Of course not, I'm not a strong man."

"Jinfu?"

"That guy specializes in hitting women."

"It's really bad."

The two boarded a city bus and sat in the back. The golden sunlight shone on them through the window. The hooded lion leaned quietly on Zhou Jinru's shoulder. She came out very early and rarely had time to rest.

, fell asleep accidentally.

Zhou Jinru held the terminal and clicked his fingers back and forth a few times. The cartoon image of Mingyue Xin stood in the corner of the screen, talking to him in text, and occasionally pulled out some documents, all about the history of the city beneath his feet.

"No calls have come in lately?"

"Yes. In order not to disturb the doctor and Miss Wei Na while shopping, I have transferred all the calls. Do I need to call them back?"
Chapter completed!