End Times Dust Light

  Lu Ziming has not recollected from the enclosed space of David’s solar system. I don’t know what he said has anything to do with the virus. The key is that the boundary of the solar system is too far away from him. No one can understand this.

Seeing Lu Ziming's blank face, David was not too surprised: "It's not surprising that you don't understand what this means. I just want to tell you that we live in a space where we can't get out or get in. , This space shouldn't be formed naturally. Many astrophysicists committed suicide in despair after learning about it...!"

It is difficult to see on David’s face whether he is pitying the scientists or sighing for his own destiny. His expression is solemn and trance, his behavior becomes very slow, and his expression is half-awake and half-dream, which makes people wonder if he is. Talking in sleep.

  Lu Ziming basically didn't get any useful news from David. Why did the global virus break out? David insisted on letting Lu Ziming finish an experiment. This experiment is very simple, starting at 10 o'clock in the evening, according to the method provided by David, facing the sun behind the dark, facing the edge of the solar system, feel the energy changes in the body.

  This experiment seemed nothing new. He didn't understand what David was trying to prove. He was about to ask when he saw Haribari walking in from outside the account.

   "Why are you back?" Lu Ziming asked puzzledly.

"Is the rat tide you said is true? I have sent a tribe to the west to check it, and the news will be sent back soon. My tribe doesn’t believe that a rat tide will happen, but my instinct tells me that you didn’t lie. , I want to know what to do next?"

I didn’t expect Haribari to leave first because of this. I don’t know if I am grateful because of this trust, or because someone is willing to believe his words, "The scale of the rat tide is very large. I don’t know if it has ever happened on the grassland before. If there is any response to similar incidents, I have only one solution, and that is to evacuate here quickly, as far as possible."

"If the climate on the grassland is abnormal, there will usually be some small-scale rat surges. The herders' response is large-scale culling. If there is a large-scale rat surge like you said, we can only evacuate this one. road."

   "Then prepare for evacuation, 800,000 prairie voles are coming from the west, and less than 6 hours are left to reach Saiying Mountain."

  Hariba stunned for a moment, turned and left the big account, Lu Ziming revealed too much information, it is no longer a prophecy, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

  Time passed by one minute and one second, and two hours had passed in a blink of an eye. There was no news from Zhuo Ma. He went to the big tent twice, but was stopped out of the tent.

"Road! Find a usable jeep, when shall we leave?" Edita went to the Saiying Mountain exit to find the vehicles left by Ren Yan. This was her last way of retreat. There are some things that even Lu Ziming can't even do. Certainly, it is naturally impossible to pin hopes on other people.

Zhuoma became the king of his dreams, the nominal king of the tribes on the grassland, but was also controlled by various forces. This was a consequence that he did not anticipate at the beginning, although there would be no life-threatening consequences. Action and freedom are greatly restricted, and Lu Ziming thinks about the same as before, which is already impossible.

Three hours later, there was still no news on Dolma's side. He looked at his watch disappointedly, laughed at David and Edita and said, "You two will prepare the car, and I will be there soon." .

  The two did not speak, and there was nothing to express their feelings of loss.

  Standing at the door of the big tent, he had a lot of thoughts for a while, and he did not do anything wrong. If he did it again, he would choose to push Zhuoma to the throne of the king.

  "Stop! The idlers leave immediately, and we're going to do it one step closer?" Two black muzzles pointed at Lu Ziming's chest.

  He doesn't want to kill people. He is not a cold-blooded animal, nor is he a hot-blooded youth. He will throw his head and blood for non-existent dreams. The cold reality has already taught him how to take everything indifferently.

"Don't force me, go in and tell Zhuoma that I will leave here soon. If he still recognizes me as Anda, I will be here waiting for him." He neither flinched nor rushed, but just stood quietly. The doorway of the big tent.

The two people at the door looked at each other and saw Lu Ziming looking lazy and not leaving. One of them turned and walked into the big tent. After a while, he walked out of the big tent and said, "The king is waiting for you inside. Go in. ".

  Lu Ziming stood still, staring at the door of the big tent and said: "Let Zhuoma come out! I want to say a few words to him."

  Lu Ziming's toughness and rudeness surprised the two soldiers at the door. This is no longer ignoring Zhuoma, but despising the leader of the entire grassland tribe and letting Wang see a Han. Isn't this a big joke?

As soon as the two soldiers were about to get angry, they saw the curtain of the big tent move. Su Liqing's smiley face appeared in front of him: "Lu! The king is very busy now and is discussing the attack on Ren Yan. What can I do? Tell me, I will convey it to the king."

   "Is power really so alluring? I won't hinder you here. I just want to see Dolma for the last time when I leave. Do you also want to obstruct it?"

"Are you going?" A gleam of light flashed in the depths of Su Liqing's pupils, but the cold rain well concealed his inner activities, "Why didn't you say it earlier? ... What are you doing in such a hurry, you are the king's Anda, like this Doesn’t it make people say that we are indifferent to each other? If there is a place where the hospitality is improper, please don’t hesitate to say, since we are going to leave, we still need a little gift." The posture of leaving.

   "I want to see Dolma for the last time?"

   "This..." Su Liqing struggled inwardly, and then said: "Well, since you must see, I'll go in and tell you, as to whether Wang has time to see you, is it really hard to say?"

About ten minutes later, Zhuo Ma finally walked out of the big tent, with an unwilling anger on his face: "Lu! They deceived me so much and treated me as a puppet. It doesn't matter if this king is improper. Don't go, we are here. Together, they dare not run wild, Anda! Stay and help me."

  A few people walked out of the big tent one after another, as if they hadn't heard Zhuo Ma's words, they looked at Zhuo Ma and Lu Ziming blankly.

Standing with Zhuoma, he raised his hand and naturally landed on Zhuoma’s shoulder: "Zoma, the king is not a good one. In history, only the faint emperor would eat, drink and have fun all day long. Those Ming emperors are not jealous. Walking on thin ice, I am afraid that something has not been done well. I am not leaving because of you or because you are the king. I don't belong here. My home is in the south, and that's my home."