Pirate’s Infinite Wings

The ominous premonition became stronger, and Fang Lang's mood became more restless. It seems that there is something guiding him in the dark, but this illusory thing that can't be found or grasped makes him feel a sense of anger for no reason. Fang Lang has never liked things that he can't control , this feeling is the same.

But this feeling is lingering around him, and it's not something he can break free with his own strength alone. All Fang Lang could do was to solve the incident that made him feel this way.

Fang Lang found Bai Yesha, and after explaining it well, he resolutely returned to the tower. It was as expected that there was no one there, only the corpses of heaven and humans lying on the ground, and it was obvious at a glance that it was very difficult to beat. Fang Lang was too lazy to bother with them, and immediately entered the spaceship.

As soon as he entered, the bad feeling was magnified. Fang Lang felt something was wrong, and rushed towards the control room without thinking. He told them to go to the power room first to solve the letter sending problem.

If something goes wrong, that's all I can think of.

"I hope nothing will happen to Quan Zang and Takasugi!!"

It just so happened that these two people worried Fang Lang the most.

Quan Zang felt a little difficult to breathe. Cold sweat ran down his cheeks, he clenched his teeth and tried to open his eyes wide. He couldn't see the buttons on the control panel clearly, and he could vaguely see a few drops of sweat falling on them. No matter how he pressed the buttons, the door or the iron block on the chair remained motionless.

When did I change from standing to kneeling, I can't remember clearly, and anxiety is useless.

While breathing became more and more difficult, Takasugi also understood that the enemy wanted to suffocate them here. The oxygen available for breathing became thinner and thinner, and Gao Shan felt that he had almost opened his eyes. His head was getting heavier and heavier, and his eyes were getting darker and darker.

Ah... I can't hold on anymore.

When was the day when I sat on the ridge and looked at the wheat field.

The wind blows, like golden waves wave after wave. The three of them sat side by side, kicking their tiny feet.

The wind came with the fragrance of wheat, blowing the hair of the three of them. At that time, Gui's hair was still short, and like them, the hair would be blown up by the wind. The corners of the clothes were also blown up by the wind, and then they chased against the wind under the setting sun.

The laughter was full of praise, and even Sakata Gintoki, who never liked to be lazy and expressionless, would show a rare smile. Playing on the ridge of the field, plunging into the straw warmed by the sun, or hiding in it, waiting for Teacher Songyang to come to them. The smell of straw could be smelled in the darkness, and I buried myself side by side with Gui in it, snickering when I heard Teacher Songyang calling my name.

Yinshi always acts as an informer, he seldom hangs out with Takasugi and Gui, and seems to think that running twice is a waste of time, it is better to sleep more in the classroom. Although he doesn't know where Takasugi and Gui will hide, there will always be some sympathy between the children.

Yinshi would hold Teacher Songyang's hand and trot, then stop at a straw somewhere, and tell Songyang that those two people are here.

A lot of straw was pasted on his body, and the dirty ones were lifted out of the straw pile by Teacher Songyang, and brought back to that small home to eat and study. Teacher Songyang always smiles patiently and never gets angry with what they do. The daily dinner is also what they look forward to.

When they were young, what they expected was just this little happiness.

From youth to youth, the sky has become no longer blue.

Pain spread all over his body, and it seemed that warm liquid flowed from his eyes—tears.

In the vague consciousness, there will always be that warm yellow.

I imitated that person with long hair, after all, I was just chasing after that person's back. Gui often has the idea of ​​becoming that person, but he also knows very well that this is impossible. I can never be the teacher I dream of.

Burning fields, alien aliens, and disasters falling from the sky. Everything seems to be changing drastically, people are caught off guard, without any defense.

Mr. Songyang stubbornly guarded his little hut, and the teenagers who were almost grown up raised their arms, just to protect the courtyard where they used to be happy and laughing, and the place where the sound of reading was left.

That is an inviolable territory, a forbidden place in the hearts of young people. But under the fire of heaven and man, it also disappeared without a trace. The teacher he admired was taken away, and the seeds of hatred were planted in the hearts of the young children.

The anti-barbarian movement spread the flames of war.

Everything begins in the hut that is always glowing golden, and everything begins in the sky that is dyed black by heaven and man.

The black clouds suddenly opened a big mouth, and the sun entered the world, warming the cold limbs--so warm that people wanted to cry and forced themselves to open their eyes.

That's not reality, it's just my own illusion, I have to open my eyes and wake up.

A touch of warmth flashed across the corner of the eye.

Gui opened his eyes suddenly, and just sat up, the pain of tearing his abdomen forced him to lie down again. The lights hanging overhead flickered, not warm sunlight, but dazzling incandescent light.

There was a plaster on his forehead, a quilt covering his body, and he could also feel a bandage wrapped around his abdomen.

"here it is……?"

The fact that he didn't die hovered in his heart, which made Gui feel lucky and painful. He was almost pressed and beaten by that celestial being, unable to fight back.

"Fang Lang..."

When Gao Shan opened his eyes, Fang Lang was beside him.

Takasugi raised his hand, and there were still red marks on his wrist from being clasped by steel and struggling hard. In the fantasy just now, there is Gui, Yinshi, and Teacher Songyang.

that's really warm

Fantasy.

At least it is warmer than the icy sound of the instrument coming from around me now.

"What's the situation now?"

"It has ended."

Fang Lang pressed his hand back. "Take a good rest, Yinshi and I have settled it."

Takasugi closed his eyes again.

Since it is a victory, there is nothing to worry about. But Fang Lang's next sentence made him uneasy again.

"Gui...hasn't come back yet." ..