Chapter 150

The stars are bright and the moon is bright.

Motriskelon nest, pillow night, lights all over the mountains, incomparable lively. Although the traces of fierce fighting half a month ago still exist, there is no sign of depression on the faces of the residents of Longchao.

Everywhere is a hot reconstruction project, everyone's face is filled with a smile from the heart.

It's like a hero's smile.

"Hi, jerekan, look who's here?" A bald man with a moustache stood behind the bar with his waist crossed, shouting.

In front of him, a decadent looking man was lying on the bar with a straw in his mouth and slowly turned his head.

"Ouch ~!" Decadent man surprised, the mouth of the straw almost fell to the ground. He quickly stroked his long, disordered hair, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

"Jill?" An old man sitting on the seat closest to the door took the lead in shouting. Suddenly, everyone's eyes gathered at the door in the whole bar.

A tall man with gray sideburns was walking slowly towards the bar.

"Hey, old man, are you all healed?" The bald man grinned and took out a goblet, added a few ice cubes, and filled it with brandy.

"Fortunately, I can't die." Jill shrugged and came to the bar.

"Sir!" The decadent man came down from his seat and wanted to stand at attention, but his body swayed, and his right hand helped him to the crutch on the bar.

Jill helped the young man who looked half his age. His prosthetic leg below the right knee had just been replaced, and he didn't seem to be used to it.

"Which formation?" Jill's tone was very mild, very different from his previous tough style.

"Eighth commando, sir!" The decadent man straightened up and gave a very standard military salute.

"Well, this is not a fleet. No salute." Jill smiles and pats the man on the shoulder, then beckons him to sit down with him.

"What's your name?" Jill took the glass from the bald man. It was obvious that he was also a familiar here. People around him looked at him with friendly eyes. The bald bartender with the moustache seems to know him very well.

"Jerrycan Martin, sir!" The young man stroked his hair again involuntarily, with childish tension on his face.

"Very good, like to drink orange juice Jerry Ken, can you tell me, why not do limb regeneration surgery?" Jill took a sip from the glass and looked at the prosthetic leg on the young man's right leg solemnly.

Jerichen was stunned, and immediately lowered his head, and his right hand subconsciously pulled down his trousers.

His face was a little gloomy, but he soon regained his look and said: "I've heard of that operation, but the recovery period is too long. Now the Dragon Nest is in the stage of reconstruction, and foreign enemies may come back at any time. If you go to recuperate now, you will be a useless person. "

Jill frowned slightly, then looked at the glass in her hand and said softly, "if I told you that you don't have to worry about these problems at all, would you go to the surgery?"

Jerrycan looked up at Jill, who was serious in front of him, and said with a bitter smile, "Sir, to tell you the truth, I really don't have the conditions to recuperate now."

"Why?" Jill.

"Because The war half a month ago not only made me lose my right leg, but also seriously injured my family... " Jerrycan's eyes were red, but his cheeks were still bulging and his teeth were clenched.

"My sister is seriously injured. Cell regeneration costs a lot of money, so..." Jerrycan's voice choked when he said this.

"If you need money, I'm here..." Jill's face was a little dim, too.

"No, sir!" Jerichen's expression suddenly became firm, his face flushed, and he said excitedly: "this war is not your fault, there is no reason for you to pay for it. What's more, there are many people in need of help, not just me! "

Jill's expression was stunned, and she looked at the stubborn and strong young man in front of her.

"Besides, I'm just not used to this alloy leg. Ha ha, actually, I have no problem driving the land fighter now!" Jerrycan raised his head, the kind of pure smile that belongs to young people's unique, brilliant blooming, let Jill's eyes can not help but shine.

"Well, it's a man, ha ha ha ~!" Jill also had a big smile. He didn't like being so fussy at this time.

"Boy, have a brandy!" The bareheaded bartender with mustache was also affected by the atmosphere, and shook his wine bottle excitedly.

"Come on, Houston, I'm allergic to alcohol."

"Yes? alcohol allergy? What kind of shit is that? Ha ha ha, you might as well tell me directly that you are still a virgin! "

"Hello! Don't talk nonsense in front of the officer

"Ha ha ha ha..."The laughter in the movie is not too loud. Even the rumbling sound of machines around can't cover the sound from the heart.

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On a temporary platform not far from the tavern, shuttle cars for short distance transportation were standing in all directions. Originally, it was a lonely place, but because most of the berths of the Dragon Nest were destroyed, it flourished again.

Next to the platform stood a little Porter peddling cigarettes. He looked like a big doll.

"Sir, let's pack the latest" anti-inflammatory storm ". It's absolutely refreshing and refreshing!" Cried the little Potter cheerfully, selling the new product on the trailer behind him to the guests in front of him.

A man in a black travel suit stopped by the trailer, reached for a bag of "anti-inflammatory storm" and looked at it with great interest.

"How much is it?" There was no smoke in the man's gray eyes, and the hood on his head wrapped his light gray hair in it, showing only a white face.

"Thirty five! Sir The porter raised his head and the electronic eye blinked happily.

"Here ~" the man took out an oval coin with a face value of 50 Kun and threw it into the cash box on the trailer. The little Porter was just about to reach for the change, but the man waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need to change it.

"Wow! Thank you, sir! The dragon people here are so nice! " Porter yelled happily, and his electronic eyes flashed even more fiercely.

"Oh? Are the dragon people here very good? " The man seemed to be surprised and asked softly.

"Yes, this is the anti-inflammatory alliance of the new era! It is a united country governed by the Feilong, Daolong and porters. The porters enjoy civil rights here, and the dragon people here are very friendly to the porters! " The little Porter said happily.

"Oh, so? I've just been here and I don't know much about it. " The man laughed and straightened his collar with his hands.

"Are you from other star domains? Your eyes don't look like people here. " Porter said as he took out a cup of heated coffee from the trailer behind him and handed it to the man in front of him.

"Free ~!"

"Thank you."

"Fortunately, you're here at this time. If you stay half a month in the morning, I'm afraid you'll catch up with the war ~!" The porters are dancing.

"Ah Yes, I heard about it on the way, so I made a detour, landed in the southern hemisphere, and then came by shuttle car The man holding the coffee, some sobs unceasingly said.

"Yes, yes, the scene at that time was not so tragic. Fortunately, our Porter fleet arrived in time. Otherwise, we don't know what it was like to be bombed here!" The little Porter raised his head with pride, and the man couldn't help smiling.

"Yes? Ha ha I heard that the legendary assassin guild also appeared, didn't it? Did you see it? " The man looked at the porter kid in front of him curiously.

"Hey, you're right. It's really the assassin guild. It's the first time I've seen it!" The little porters are not concerned about their business any more. They say mysteriously, "and their president, the man named Huayi, has bought cigarettes from me."

"Ah? What's the matter? " The man pretended to be surprised, with some doubt in his eyes.

"Yes, yes, he is about the same height as you, but his hair is much whiter than yours. It's as white as snow. Although I haven't seen real snow, it shouldn't be worse. There are his eyes, dark green eyes, looking up the feeling, as if across a gem, to see the whole galaxy The short potters have a yearning face, just as most teenagers associate with their heroes.

The man was a little curious and asked, "do you think he is a very vicious man? Is he a bad guy? "

"Bad? How come? " The short Porter couldn't help screaming and looked at the man in front of him with strange eyes. He said strangely, "all the people in the assassin guild are heroes! If it wasn't for them, would those dragon fighters stay at home like this? Will those aristocratic families bow down and treat us poor people with courtesy? "

"They are heroes! The real hero Porter's voice is very firm, until nailuo left the Dragon Nest, the voice still reverberated in his ears, long time can not dissipate.