The Emperor's Run-Away Lover

Chapter 13: Meeting the Local Tyrant

　　With the "crunchy" sound of the elevator cables, the ground of the tower gradually got farther and farther away. After a while, only a small dim light could be seen.
　　
　　"Afraid?" Fu Yucheng raised an eyebrow.
　　
　　"Of course not afraid." Bai Mo gave him a strange look. "Why would
　　
　　he be afraid?" His temperament was cold and precocious, and there was almost nothing that could provoke his strong emotions, whether it was fear, resentment, jealousy, or Joy, sadness, pain. Of course, in the near future, fate will let him taste these emotions.
　　
　　Suddenly, the elevator bumped violently!
　　
　　"Fuck, what a shame!" Fu Yucheng staggered, and hit the railing with his waist, he couldn't help but scolded.
　　
　　Bai Mo unconsciously reached out to support him and frowned: "Are you all right?"
　　
　　Listening to his little adult's tone, Fu Yucheng couldn't help but glanced at him with a funny look: "Little devil, take care of yourself "
　　
　　Fortunately, the lift quickly returned to normal, and "crunchy" pulled the two of them, slowly reaching the top of the tower.
　　
　　Entering through the narrow door behind the elevator is a narrow machine room full of the low "buzzing" sound of the machine. There is a rusty ladder on the brick wall of the machine room. At the top of the ladder is a square exit from the ceiling.
　　
　　"The above is the outdoor platform of the windmill, which is very spacious." Fu Yucheng looked up.
　　
　　The two climbed up and down the iron ladder one after another, and their eyes were suddenly bright.
　　
　　Where they are at this time is the outdoor platform at the top of the windmill tower. Behind the three rounds of huge blades "Woo-Woo-Woo -" is rotating, and at the foot is the endless red-brown Gobi beach, which stretches to the sky.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng walked to the edge of the platform and sat down.
　　
　　Bai Mo hesitated for a moment and also sat beside him.
　　
　　The cool breeze blew across the face, and the endless Gobi beach spread out before the eyes, desolate and indifferent. Far away from my eyes, there was a faint silvery white-the edge of the devil's ice ocean.
　　
　　"How is it, is it beautiful?" Fu Yucheng raised his chin.
　　
　　Bai Mo took a deep breath, the cold and fresh air filled the lungs: "It's beautiful."
　　
　　"I used to come here to see whenever I couldn't think of it, and drink two glasses by the way." Fu Yucheng unscrewed the bottle and took a sip.
　　
　　He narrowed his eyes and gently rocked the two long legs in the air: "In this place, you will feel that all things in this world are no big deal."
　　
　　Bai Mo glanced at him sideways.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng guarded the bottle cautiously: "Minors, don't drink."
　　
　　He thought about it and stuffed the peanuts from the old man Sun's wine into the other's hands: "You can eat this."
　　
　　"I don't have I want to drink." Bai Mo paused a bit speechless before continuing. "I just think, you...you will also have something you ca
　　
　　n't think about?" He couldn't help thinking of the boss lady who said in the locomotive bar That passage.
　　
　　Xu Nana said that several years ago, Fu Yucheng had borrowed wine in her bar, and the whole person was so drunk... He even mixed hands with a bunch of youngsters, and the whole body fell to the bar with blood.
　　
　　What happened at that time? Was it possible to strike this person like that?
　　
　　Does it have anything to do with that "green ghost"?
　　
　　Fu Yucheng seemed to be aware of his falsehood and coughed lightly: "Cough, who hasn't had a problem yet."
　　
　　Bai Mo gave him a deep look. He thought to himself that this person was lying to me.
　　
　　Somehow, he was slightly displeased.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng pretended not to notice the questioning gaze of the other party, reached for the distance, and shifted the topic: "Xiao Mo, can you see those circles?"
　　
　　Bai Mo naturally knew that Fu Yucheng was changing the subject, and he did not continue to ask, looking in the direction of the man's finger.
　　
　　On the distant horizon, there are indistinctly more than a dozen black ring-shaped buildings, which look very strange, like some kind of strong defense military bunker.
　　
　　Bai Mo was puzzled: "What's that?"
　　
　　"That's Hurricane Fort."
　　
　　"Hurricane Fort? Is that the Hurricane Fort you built by Admiral Mo Hanchuan?" Bai Mo stared at the weird buildings , "I heard that these windmills, parking lots, and what other underground factories are all under the jurisdiction of Hurricane Fort?"
　　
　　Fu Yucheng nodded: "Yes. You have a good memory, General Mo Hanchuan, I Just mention it casually, you will remember."
　　
　　"Admiral Mo Hanchuan... is a hero." The man sighed. "In those years, if he followed the Rong family, he could enjoy the best glory and wealth in this world. "
　　
　　" Mo Hanchuan and Rong Qian were originally classmates of the military school and were also best friends-Rong Qian was the founding emperor of the Dyson Yun Rong empire. He was the commander-in-chief of the deep-space fleet. After he took control of the military government, he insisted on being the emperor Mo Hanchuan resolutely opposed, and the two finally broke up. Rong Qian exiled this old friend to the earth, but Mo Hanchuan did not give up, and established a resistance base in the twilight zone-that is, the predecessor of Hurricane Fort."
　　
　　Bai Mo heard Fascinated: "It turns out this way. The big characters on the twilight boundary monument were written by Mo Hanchuan when he was exiled from the earth?"
　　
　　"Yes." Fu Yucheng nodded. "After realizing his intention to resist, Rong Qian decided to eradicate the roots. He sent five star fleets to destroy Hurricane Fort in one fell swoop."
　　
　　"Unexpectedly, one of the fleets betrayed Rong Qian and rescued Mo Hanchuan. That fleet is the fourth fleet. It was brought by Mo Hanchuan. After they rescued Mo Hanchuan, they decided to leave the solar system in order to avoid Rongqian's pursuit."
　　
　　"However, when the fleet passed the Jupiter moon Titan, the fleet was split. Many soldiers did not want to Leaving the solar system, I would rather rebuild my homeland on Titan. Mo Hanchuan did not force them to leave the dozens of starships alone, and he never knew whereabouts."
　　
　　"When Mo Hanchuan was on Earth, he once adopted a wanderer named Mo Heng. When Mo Heng grew up, he led the rest of the humankind at dusk and spent decades to finally rebuild Hurricane Fort."
　　
　　"Later For more than a hundred years, the Dyson Cloud colony, Earth, and Titan are separate. Except for the occasional wandering of the Nuggets and pirates, there is almost no contact on the bright side."
　　
　　Bai Mo looked at the black Hurricane Fort in the distance, and Fu Yucheng was in his ear. Slightly hoarse and low-speaking, said, almost immersed in those hundred years of past.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng smiled: "Thinking about a good place, although the earth is like this, most civilians can still barely maintain their lives. The underground factory in Hurricane Fort can also produce some simple daily necessities."
　　
　　Bai Mo was silent for a moment. Finally, I asked the question that has been lingering in my heart: "...Is it going to work in the underground factory in two months?"
　　
　　"Oh, this, I forgot to tell you before. This is the rule of Hurricane Fort. Civilians between the ages of 16 and 60 in the parking lot have to work in underground factories every three years, and no one can make an exception. The content of the work is very simple, all are line work. Although it is a bit bitter, there are trading coins." Fu Yucheng shrugged indifferently. "I think it's fine."
　　
　　Bai Mo stared at the man, and seemed to want to say something.
　　
　　But at last he pressed his lips together and said nothing.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng looked closely at his look, and seemed to realize what he could not help laughing out: "Haha, imp, shouldn't you be worried, I threw you?"
　　
　　Bai Mo froze for a while, fiercely. Turning his head away, he said stiffly, "Who is worried?!"
　　
　　This was annoyed and angrily.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng touched his lips, and at the same time secretly funny, it was a little bit soft-this little devil really had no sense of security.
　　
　　He comfortably patted the boy's tight shoulders: "Relax, Xiaomo, I will take you with you. According to the regulations of Hurricane Fort, if there is no other guardian at home, you can bring a minor into the factory. "
　　
　　"Furthermore, if you are not taken in, who will wash my clothes and cook? Like you, a virtuoso clean and furry ghost, there are really not many now, haha."
　　
　　Bai Mo laughed a little bit at him . Annoyed, but the original stiff shoulder still relaxed involuntarily.
　　
　　After a long time, he was sullen and said: "Then we can say it, you have to take me together."
　　
　　"Finally , let me go . I swear-I, Fu Yucheng, Parking Lot No. 40012 Resident No., from now on, all the food, clothing, and transportation in Hurricane Fort will be handed over to Comrade Bai Xiaomo for management, and he will never say anything." Fu Yucheng raised his right hand in a disguised manner, and took a vow.
　　
　　He lowered his hand and couldn't help but smiled and shook his head: "Hey, I'm afraid that in a few years, when you think about it, you will regret it very much, and feel that you are simply stupid, maybe you want to kill me."
　　
　　Bai Mo Silent.
　　
　　He thought to himself, why should I regret it?
　　
　　The two sat on the platform for a while, and the wind grew gradually. Fu Yucheng's nose itched, he couldn't help but sneeze: "Ah!"
　　
　　His physical fitness has always been excellent. He never got sick, but now he has recovered from a serious injury. Comfortable.
　　
　　Bai Mo glanced at him, and after a little thought, he took off his coat—in fact, it was an old coat from Fu Yucheng, and he reached out to the man.
　　
　　Who knows, the damn guy not only didn't appreciate it, he even "poo" with a laugh, and rubbed his head: "Come on, kid, pretend to be an adult? By the way, what about your pacifier?"
　　
　　"... ..." White Mo, who was mercilessly mocked with mercy, put a face on his face, and returned his jacket expressionlessly.
　　He pondered silently in your heart, you'll forget to freeze to death.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng, who didn't know good people, was quickly retaliated and sneezed several times in succession. Seeing that the wind was getting bigger, the two decided to go down the tower.
　　
　　The process of getting off the tower was smooth.
　　
　　It didn't take long for the lift to slowly fall to the ground without seeing the old man.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng just wanted to raise people's voice, but Bai Mo noticed something general, and slightly tilted his head: "There are people coming out. One, two, three, four... A total of eight people, all men."
　　
　　Fu Yucheng Suddenly, he listened intently. Sure enough, there was a faint noise from outside the tower.
　　
　　He couldn't help but glance at Bai Mo-it was easy to notice that a group of people was coming from outside, but he could judge the number and gender by hearing alone. This is really not what ordinary people can do. Even himself, after losing his mental strength, could not do this.
　　
　　This little devil...
　　
　　The noise outside is getting louder and louder, mixed with the hoarse scolding of old man Sun. Fu Yucheng frowned, probably guessing the identity of the person who came.
　　
　　He had no time to worry about the white desert again, and whispered a command: "Xiao Mo, you stay in the tower, don't run around."
　　
　　Then, he pushed open the iron door and walked out.
　　
　　Sure enough, there was a group of men standing sparsely outside, no more, no less than eight.
　　
　　"Huh, look at who this is-it's our big handsome Fu." A sly-looking man was holding a cigarette butt, Diao Erlang sat on the front of the off-road vehicle, and the air was yin and yang.
　　
　　The visitor is He Lei, the famous ground snake in No.4 parking lot.
　　
　　Old man Sun was twisted on his body by bald Along and another Ma Zi, and pressed on the car body, calling for something.
　　
　　Fu Yucheng stared at He Lei with no expression on his face: "He Lei, what do you want?"
　　
　　He Lei had deflated at the boss lady and Hurricane Fort these few days, and did not receive a few protection fees today. He was hurt by the bad old man guarding the tower. At this time, his mood was extremely bad, and the appearance of Fu Yucheng was even more fueled by the fire.
　　
　　He Lei stared gloriously at the handsome and odious little white face, slowly raised the corner of his mouth, and slowly pressed the cigarette butt against the lacquered surface of the car head-only a slight "chuck" was heard, accompanied by a burning smell The shiny paint of the buggy suddenly burned a small piece.