Manual of Space-Time Interference

There was no resistance, and even if it wasn't late at night, the residents who were still in Blue Star City might beat gongs and drums to welcome the team.

So, while people were still sleeping, the city changed its owner, and the history opened a new chapter again. Qin State was eventually run over by the wheel of history.

At three o'clock in the morning, in front of the Qin Palace's government hall,

Once Qin Rui's special aircraft, the Blue Star 1, landed slowly in the square in front, and Fang Yan and Fu Fang walked out of it.

"Is it inside?" Dialect asked the commander who was standing beside him.

The night next to him is still the same, but Qin Gong has lost its previous taste.

"Report to the head, here!"

Nodding, after a few words with Deng Jun, the long-time commander, Fang Yan walked inwards along the long stairs.

The long stairs were flanked by soldiers with guns on both sides. The dark armor looked particularly chilling under the dark night.

He looked at it, and then stepped into the Hall of Councillors.

"You came?"

Wearing a yellow robe, Qin Rui stood in the center of the hall. Although his face was pale, his body was still standing, as if supporting his only pride and the last light of civilization.

"You should say, I'm back."

Dialect said with a smile, waved at the people around him, and all the soldiers who were still on guard retreated.

"Perhaps," Qin Rui said, shaking his head, "Winning the king and defeating the bandit, according to your words, what the winner says is right, and the loser has no right to speak."

"It seems that you have learned a lot."

"Know yourself and your enemy, win a hundred battles, learn a more advanced civilization to develop the path most suitable for you, and explore the unknown to strengthen yourself. This is not something I learned from you, because this is a prerequisite for the development of civilization." Qin Rui returned Dao, turned around and looked at the throne above, "Do you want to sit on it?"

"We don't have a throne or a palace." Dialect shook his head.

"It's almost the same." Qin Rui smiled, the matter has come to this point, it is not like the leader of another hostile civilization, but more like a friend.

"What else do you want to say?" Dialect asked, looking at Qin Rui opposite.

"I'm the last Blue Star man, right?" Qin Rui asked, looking at Fang Yan with a bleak smile after nodding his head, his only backbone couldn't support his body.

Without saying more, Fang Yan turned his head and nodded to Fu Fang, Fu Fang took out a saber from his body expressionlessly, and walked up to Qin Rui, who was lying on the ground with slack eyes.

The dark silver blade looked particularly radiant under the golden light next to it. General Fu Fang raised the blade, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, took a deep breath, but closed his eyes abruptly the next moment,

"Ping, bang!"

With the loud sound in the silence, Fu Fang looked at Qin Rui and spit out a few words coldly, "You commit suicide!"

Stunned, then relieved, Qin Rui looked up at Fu Fang, then slowly reached out to pick up the saber, stood up and walked to the throne behind him, dressed in imperial robes, looked at the two people in front of him, and looked at this magnificent hall ...

"puff!"

With the dull sound, Qin Rui stood up and looked at the door of the hall with a sad smile, and then slowly lost his voice.

Indifferently, he pulled the knife out of Qin Rui's chest, and Fu Fang returned to the dialect's side.

As for the dialect, looking at the palaces created by these Blue Star civilizations, and looking at Qin Rui above, he sighed abruptly.

The Blue Star civilization is extinct, but it is not extinct. The Blue Star people are dead, but they are not dead. They are just in another identity, and from another angle, they are integrated into the earth civilization.

But no one will know, because it is a secret, a secret that will be buried deep, deep...

"Deng Jun, bring the things in!"

"Yes! Chief!"

Without looking at Qin Rui, Fang Yan stood in the center of the hall and said, Fu Fang also put the knife away again, and then stood quietly beside him, the coldness on his face did not diminish in any way.

"squeak……"

The door of the hall opened again, and several soldiers walked in carrying a few corpses, put them on the ground, and then exited again. Deng Jun placed a small explosive device in the center of the hall.

"Chief, it's alright!"

Deng Jun saluted the dialect, and then handed a controller to the dialect,

"Okay, let's go out, you know how to deal with the next things." Dialect nodded.

He raised his hand hesitantly, Deng Jun looked at the dialect, turned and walked towards the door, then turned around again, facing the dialect,

"salute!"

The elongated tones floated in the night sky and traveled far, far...

"squeak……"

The door closed again.

"gone."

Dialect put his hand down, followed by Fu Fang, who was still a little absent-minded next to him, and then stepped forward to the back door, boarded an invisible aircraft that had already been prepared, and gently pressed the button on his hand after flying into the sky...

"boom!"

On this day, dawn, came early.

...

"According to Xinhua News Agency, after the People's Liberation Army invaded the Qin Palace in the early hours of yesterday morning, the Yuyizheng Hall suffered the last resistance of the Emperor Qin, and a small nuclear mine buried deep in the ground caused 12 deaths and 15 injuries. Our presidential dialect, unfortunately passed away. …”

"Flag at half-staff, silence!"

In the former Blue Star Square, above the People's Square, the red flag that was hung just yesterday was slowly reduced to half...

"I, when I received this news early this morning, I thought it was fake, because Comrade Dialect has always been very conscientious. He often works until twelve o'clock in the evening, and then wakes up at six in the morning to continue working. Yesterday He also joked with me and looked at the future development of our country together..."

On the TV, the Prime Minister choked several times while facing the camera...

...

In Bigang City, the dialect stepped out of the aircraft, the news outside has nothing to do with him, and his destination is not here,

But he came because he still had one thing to do.

"Hello, Chief!"

The soldier waiting next to him raised his hand and saluted the dialect. The dialect nodded, and after returning the salute, he walked inside, and then stood on the open space of the airport, not knowing what he was waiting for.

The air slowly became hot~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Two people were standing in this empty military airport, the dialect did not speak, and Fu Fang was cold and did not ask any questions.

"coming!"

With a smile, the dialect finally said a sentence, and Fu Fang also looked up at the sky, a small black dot appeared on it, and then slowly flew towards the airport.

"Live a good life in the future."

Dialect patted Fu Fang on the shoulder, watched the aircraft slowly descend, smiled and walked to the aircraft that had been staying behind him, holding his hands behind him, and looked back when he was about to step into the cabin.

A person slowly stepped down from the flying machine just now, holding a cane, with a kind of morbid state of a seriously ill person, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

The unfamiliar face, no one knew, but the dialect nodded to him, and disappeared from everyone's sight as the cabin door closed.

what right is he,

In other words, he is the dead He Bin.