Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

"Bang!"

He pushed open the thick wooden door of the compartment and immediately saw the quiet and beautiful little figure under the incandescent lamp.

She was wearing a white dress, which reflected a bright white light under the light.

She turned around in a daze and looked over, with cream still remaining on the corners of her pink mouth. She was holding up an iron knife and fork in both hands to divide the small cakes on the plate.

Seeing Zhaoyue with a ferocious face and narrow eyebrows pushing the door open, she did not react excessively. Instead, she quietly picked up a piece of divided cake and handed it over.

"Do you want to eat?" She asked with her head tilted, and her cute look made Zhaoyue wonder if she was really slow to react.

He walked over, sat down on the bed, grabbed an unopened bottle of soda, and drank it down in one gulp.

This time she reacted very strongly, and her big eyes started to mist at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"That's what I used to put down the cake!" She wailed, but Zhaoyue was unmoved. What he was holding in his hand was an empty soda can.

Also, he has only heard of serving wine, what does serving cake mean?

"..." As if she realized that crying would not have any effect, she could only aim hard at the small cake on the dinner plate, grinding the plate with each knife and fork, as if she was cutting something.

The bastard who stole her soda.

"Did you hear anything?"

After Zhaoyue finished drinking the soda, she threw away the bottle and suddenly realized.

This is the rear part of the train, and it should be attacked by many sickles and deadpools, but so far, it seems that this place is the most intact, and there are even no scratches on the windows caused by the sharp winds.

"Voice? Are you talking about those guys with particularly high-pitched screams?" Of course she was talking about Kamamaitachi. From experience, Deadpool would only attack hybrids with high bloodlines. The ones on this train who met this condition,

Just him and Patsy.

"They can't find me," she said, sticking out her tongue and licking away the remaining cream at the corner of her mouth, looking proud.

"Really?" Zhaoyue thought thoughtfully, guessing that it might be the effect of the word spirit that made Deadpool and Kama Itachi avoid this place, because in their perception, there was no one at the back of the car.

Conductor's room.

Florent was fiddling with various complicated operating levers, and the train was vibrating, which was the residual heat of the Kamaitachi.

The will of the Lord of the Nibelungs had faded away at some point, and the surrounding environment began to appear vaguely.

But what followed was the departure of Zhaoyue and Passi. The reason why they are still attacking now is entirely out of their desire for the blood of living creatures.

“Add fuel to the fire!”

The flight attendants passed coal to each other. As baskets of black coal were thrown into the hot boiler, thick black smoke came out from the chimney on the top of the locomotive. The bright spotlights illuminated the falling dust and gravel.

It's crystal clear.

As the loud whistle sounded, the axles worked together, driving hundreds of wheels to rotate together, and the train continued to move forward with a brief tremor.

"...Huh," Florent took a long breath. He collapsed on the leather-padded seat, his limbs relaxed, as if he was burned out.

"I know you're tired, but sir, you need to take a step back from your announcer job."

The voice of the blond wave was always so timely. Florent looked feebly in the direction she was pointing, and then turned on the broadcast with difficulty.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am happy to explain to you the current situation. I believe you have already felt it. The train's braking has been restored and we will soon be able to get out of this accidentally entered tunnel."

His voice sounded bright and energetic in the announcement. This was not to maintain that ridiculous honor, but to shoulder the responsibility as the new train conductor.

He has already thought about it. When he returns to Moscow this time, he will resign from his family and go to Xinzhou, an ancient country, to find a place to grow cotton.

Since they were all flying far away, it would be best not to be alone. So he looked at the big waves behind him, and this tall and strong Russian man hesitated for a rare moment.

"Do you have any other instructions?" Da Lang asked calmly and in a formulaic tone as if he didn't notice anything.

"I, I..."

He suddenly couldn't say anything, because there was a bright smile on Da Lang's face that he had never seen before.

"When asking about something, shouldn't we start with the name?"

"Then, I still don't know your name, beautiful lady."

Da Lang looked at him thoughtfully, smiling without saying a word.

It wasn't until Florent felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead that he finally heard the name he had dreamed of.

A section of carriage in the middle of the train.

Patsy looked at the cold body of the suffocated baby on the bed with a sullen face. The men in black around him stood with their hands behind their backs, all of them shivering and not daring to speak.

"The Gattuso family does not allow this shame to exist. To find them, we will search all over Russia." After a long time, Passi dropped these words and then turned and left.

"Yes!" They all straightened their joysticks and put their hands and fingers together on their trouser legs, as if they were standing in a military posture during training.

The train moved slowly, and their field of vision was finally filled with light, and they returned to the vast wilderness.

If someone looks back from the top of the train at this time, they will see a strange rotation of the surrounding scenes, with the rear half of the train constantly emerging from the ripples like a dark mirror.

The mirror world was leisurely and misty, but there was nothing from the side. The train seemed to appear out of thin air.

This is the Nibelungen. In most cases, entering the Nibelungen will not have a good experience. Generally speaking, turning into a deadpool who has completely lost his mind is the best result.

In addition, people who have entered the Nibelungs will be imprinted on them. With this imprint, when they encounter another folded space, they are likely to be able to break into the Nibelungs of another Dragon King.

It is a natural key.

In order not to cause panic, Florent did not say that he entered the Nibelungen, only that he entered a cave by mistake.

In addition, I don’t know why, after going through so much trouble to release the Nibelungs, the noble first-generation species actually let them go so easily. It’s really incredible.

In the middle of the train, the howling wind blew up the woman's hair. She looked at her male companion who was also holding on to the iron handle. Just a moment ago, they were pretending to be a couple.

"The Gattuso family isn't that great..." she said casually with a frivolous look on her face.

"Don't be too proud. If it hadn't been for that one who happened to help us, I'm afraid that "war weapon" wouldn't have let us escape."

"That's right..." the woman bit her lip, "but...why did that person want to help us?"

"..." The man was silent as well. He didn't know why. There couldn't be a dragon king who had the tomb stolen and was kind enough to help the thief out, right?