The terrifying weight smashed the flood into a broken stream, and the splashing waves shook the fifty-car train more than a meter into the air.
Su Huan lay on the tree trunk like he was glued there, with a pear stem hanging from his mouth.
A clanging metallic sound rang out.
Xiaoba constructed a long bridge directly between the pear tree and the train using steel cables.
A series of heavy footsteps sounded.
Just when Su Huan was wondering who it was, a pair of long legs, straight enough to make one's mouth dry, appeared in his sight; the high-elastic tactical suit was stretched round by the legs, the shapely calves were wrapped in bulky industrial-style exoskeletons, yet the lines were even smoother.
His gaze traveled over the knees, following the metal zipper on the lower abdomen, all the way over the mountains, to see Yu Jing's slightly indifferent face.
