Colonial Suit

At the same time, on the surface of the planet at the Source of the Desert.

A certain village in Eye Moon.

A handsome young man was walking towards his beloved horse, a delicate longbow on his back.

The longbow had leaves on it, because it had just been made. It carried the fragrance of jungle foliage and the fresh blood of a maiden.

Qiu Ye hadn't slept for three days to make this longbow. Every day, she had to collect the first dewdrop and the newest, most tender branches from the jungle, because only in this way could she preserve the breath of nature. Qiu Ye was the most skillful girl in the village, especially when it came to making bows and arrows. She possessed a craft passed down from her ancestors. The longbows she wove carried the aura and pulse of the jungle, giving strength to the user with every draw.

But this was Qiu Ye's last bow. From now on, she would no longer make bows. So this time, Qiu Ye put her heart and soul into it. Her fingers were cut and bled by the branches, and she didn't stop even when her tears mingled with the twigs, because she hoped that this bow would carry her love and stay by its master's side.

Qiu Ye was a girl, and this longbow was a gift she dedicated to her beloved.

Because of the Trisimo invasion, her beloved had been drafted and was leaving today. So Qiu Ye was in a hurry, but fortunately, her craftsmanship was exquisite, and she really managed to make the longbow before her beloved departed. At this moment, watching her beloved carry the longbow on his back, Qiu Ye felt as if her heart was by his side.

The women of the Moon Country were always known for their loyalty.

Even in death, they would never abandon each other.

"Han Yue..."

Qiu Ye called out softly, involuntarily taking a step forward, as if trying to grasp something, but unable to grasp anything.

The young man's footsteps stopped, his shoulders trembling slightly, but he didn't dare to turn around.

He was afraid, afraid that if he turned around, he would never be able to leave.

Qiu Ye was the girl he loved, and also the most skillful girl in the villages within hundreds of miles. Han Yue had made a promise of a hundred years with her, but he never thought that he would have to leave first. This conscription, Han Yue knew that his chances were grim, but he still didn't want to make Qiu Ye sad.

Link and link, you and I agreed to a hundred years, if one dies at ninety-seven, wait three years on the Bridge of Helplessness...

The girls of the Moon Country were all loyal, and Han Yue also knew that if he left this time, Qiu Ye would never smile again. But he had to go, because this was his destiny.

"Go back."

He said softly, looking at his toes.

"I'm leaving, take good care of my parents. I promise you I'll be back in three years. If I don't come back... I remember that Leng Yue from West Village likes you very much, don't... hesitate anymore..."

Han Yue bit his lip and was about to mount his horse.

He didn't dare to delay any longer, fearing that if he delayed any longer, he wouldn't be able to take the step to go to war. This was the war of the Moon Country, and as an eligible man, he had no reason to refuse.

"Han Yue..."

On the grass not far away, Qiu Ye's eyes were blurred. She silently watched the handsome young man, feeling as if her lips were about to be bitten through. She was smiling, but tears couldn't stop flowing from her eyes. Crystalline tears flowed down her cheeks, over her face, her lips, her high chest.

"We agreed, I'll wait three years. If you don't return in three years, I'll go find Leng Yue..."

"Yeah, just wait three years." Han Yue nodded, gritting his teeth and about to pull the reins. But at that moment, his fingers stopped, and he stared in surprise at the countless blue mist clusters emerging from the jungle in the distance.

"That's... our village?"

"What's going on?" Qiu Ye also sensitively saw those blue mist clusters, and her face changed drastically.

With her knowledge, she naturally didn't know what the blue mist clusters represented, but she couldn't restrain the chill rising in her heart. It was as if the most terrible thing in the world was about to happen as soon as the blue mist clusters appeared.

Han Yue's face was also pale.

Compared to Qiu Ye, he knew much more, because he received the family's traditional education, and this blue mist was one of them. It was said that this was a sign of the end of the world. Whenever the blue mist rose, the world would face destruction. This legend was ethereal, and Han Yue had never believed it, but when he saw all this with his own eyes, he couldn't help but think of the words of the elders in the clan.

Everyone will die.

The gods will accept their souls.

They come from the gods and return to the gods.

"Han Yue!!!"

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard Qiu Ye's scream in his ear. Startled, he saw that his fingers had actually dissipated and turned into a wisp of faint blue mist. At that moment, he suddenly understood the ancient legends of the clan and many mysterious murals.

With a wry smile, Han Yue no longer hesitated, but jumped off his horse and rushed to Qiu Ye in a few steps.

Compared to the strong Han Yue, Qiu Ye was very delicate. But Han Yue hugged Qiu Ye tightly in his arms, with such force that he wanted to merge her with himself.

"We will never be apart."

Han Yue said in Qiu Ye's ear, hugging the girl in his arms tightly.

Qiu Ye was stunned at first, and then seemed to understand something, her body softened and relaxed.

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The two hugged each other tightly like this, I in you, you in me... bit by bit... turning into blue mist.

In the sky, the blue mist was even denser, like朵朵clouds. Who can say clearly whether there are whispers of lovers in it?

......................

At the same time, on the other end of the plane.

Dundore was anxiously waiting for a reply from headquarters. He had just sent some more information, explaining the seriousness of the incident to headquarters. He no longer cared whether the experimental subjects were normal, but he was very clear about what awaited him if he lost control of the plane.

Footsteps came from outside the door, and a scholar walked into the room, but Dundore didn't even look at him. He just silently stared at the data in the light screen.

"What, does headquarters still disagree with my request?"

"I'm very sorry, sir," the scholar said hesitantly. "It is said that headquarters has already contacted His Majesty, but His Majesty said..."

"What he said is no longer important!" Dundore waved his hand impatiently, his eyes filled with bloodshot. "The key is whether I can get his help!"

"This..." The scholar hesitated for a while, and finally said, "His Majesty did agree."

"Really?" Dundore was immediately overjoyed. As long as His Majesty agreed, he believed that there was nothing in this world that His Majesty could not solve.

But the scholar's next words made his heart sink.

"His Majesty said that he needs time, because our plane is not synchronized with the universe, and even his attention will be cut off by the power of the rules. So if we want to get his help, we must at least wait until the next synchronization time."

"Still have to wait?" Dundore frowned, and sighed after a long time. "That can't be helped. Fortunately, the next synchronization time is coming soon, and I don't need to wait long."

Saying this, Dundore sat tiredly on the chair. Just about to relax, he suddenly stared wide-eyed.

His eyes were so frightened, as if he had seen the most terrible thing in the world.

Under his gaze,

his fingers,

actually ignited with specks of blue mist...