Bengtie: Is your pure and beautiful destiny serious?

The choking smoke in his breath seemed to be dissipating. Cheng An was drowsy and didn't know what strange dream he was having.

The scenes in the dream were bizarre and strange. There was a goddess in a white dress who gradually disappeared without leaving a trace; there were red boxes that were put together like a puzzle and then scattered; there were different lights that appeared in the dark sky and then dimmed one by one.

The girl seemed to be hung in a web of lies. She couldn't tell what was true and what was false about everything, including the star god, the ending, the time and space, and the power.

The world at this moment was like a huge refrigerator. She could not feel the temperature around her and she seemed to have lost consciousness.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she finally felt her own breathing and felt that she was alive.

The smell around was not very fresh, something was squeaking, and it seemed like someone was talking.

Cheng An felt her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them. This familiar feeling seemed to be what she had when she had trouble getting up early.

So what time is it now?

She touched the bed beneath her and it felt wrong.

Wait, where is this?

The memory of fire, smoke and roar slowly returned to her, and she suddenly remembered her embarrassing time travel.

The girl sat up in shock from her dying illness and opened her eyes.

Suddenly opening her eyes and standing up made her feel a little dizzy, and she almost fell back again.

But fortunately, there was a pair of strong hands supporting her back and head.

"Be careful, you just woke up, don't move violently."

There was something fatally familiar about the gentle voice; she definitely knew the person who was holding her up.

She turned her head to look to the side despite the stiffness and pain in her neck. The first thing she saw was a red scarf and a white coat, followed by a few strands of gray-blue hair hanging down.

The man let her lie back on the bed, and after he stood up, he looked at her with concern, "You seem to be in better condition than I thought. Do you remember who you are?"

Rose-red eyes, familiar clothes, long gray-blue hair, and a mole beside her mouth—Cheng An finally saw the person's face clearly. Isn't this Natasha? !

Good fellow! Yalilo!

What? Is it finally going to connect with the main storyline? Is there such a good thing?

She gasped in shock, then choked on her own saliva.

"Sister, you, cough, cough, cough, I cough, cough—"

"Hey, isn't this our lucky little guest? Why are you so excited? Is it because you are so amazed by the beauty of our big sister Natasha?"

An incongruous voice came over, and Cheng An picked up the water that Natasha urgently handed to her and took a sip, and almost choked again.

Natasha glanced at the man and frowned slightly, signaling him not to talk nonsense while the patient was drinking water, "Sambo."

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." The curve of Sangbo's mouth did not shrink at all, but he nodded immediately, looking very cooperative.

Cheng An finally calmed down and quickly figured out her situation and put the cup back on the bedside table. She looked at the familiar person in front of her and felt very close to him.

Even Sambo, the funny guy, looked pleasing to the eye.

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"Uh, Sister Natasha, why is she looking at us like that? Is she frozen silly?"

"But when you brought her back, the situation wasn't irreversible, so it shouldn't be that serious."

"Then why didn't she say a word? Seeing herself in an unfamiliar environment, she didn't even show any fear or suspicion?"

"Maybe it's damaged vocal cords?"

As Natasha spoke, she remembered that when the child was brought in, she was covered in smoke and dust, as if she had just come out of a fire, and she immediately came over to check on her.

Seeing that she would be considered dumb if she didn't speak, she quickly tried to make up for her condition, "Wait, I can speak! I just didn't react."

She was not injured at all in Argon, she just choked on a few puffs of smoke. Now she had to be rescued mainly because that music box was not a human being and stabbed her in the back, which led to her coma.

So when I close my eyes and open them again, I am in the next time and space.

"You just said 'frozen'? In other words, you found me in the snow?"

She tried to figure out what happened during the time she closed her eyes.

"Yes, it's all thanks to my great ability that I, old Sambo, was able to bring you back from such a remote suburban snowfield."

"Although I don't know why you were unconscious in the snowy suburbs, this is a life-saving favor, right? Miss, don't you have anything to express your gratitude?"

Speaking of this, Sambo was no longer sleepy. He smiled brightly and rubbed his hands. The hint he expressed was very obvious.

Or maybe this is a clear indication of whether she should pay some credit points.

Laughing to death, not at all.

"But I have no money, my benefactor." Cheng An spread his hands, "By the way, have you seen the music box that was with me nearby? It's red and very gorgeous. It's the only valuable thing I have."

She dared to ask this because she guessed that the music box must be not far from her. Normally, she would hide the music box at the thought of it, and it would not disappear unless it was put away.

Since she threw it out like a cannonball, she has never collected the box again. After traveling through time and space, this thing must not be too far away from her, but there is no trace of the box beside her.

Considering who brought her here, you should be able to figure out where the box went.

Sure enough, when he heard her ask about the whereabouts of the box, Sambo's eyes rolled and his face was full of genuine confusion, "Oh, I really didn't see that. Old Sambo is old, and it's normal for his eyesight to be a little bad."

"But you said the box was valuable? Is it something you can't leave without?"

Is this a test to see how important the box is to her, so as to determine whether he can keep it? She thought.

Knowing the person's style of doing things, Cheng An felt that every expression of his seemed to indicate he was going to do something bad, so he couldn't help but guess about him in this way.

But judging from the situation, it is highly likely that no one was wrongly accused.

Cheng An: "It's not important, it's just simple and exquisite. I think it can be worth the reward for you."

Hearing that she didn't care, Sangbo smiled even more. He was full of tolerance and generosity, and then said righteously: "Well, saving a life is a good deed. I think you are sincere, sister. I will suffer this loss this time and will not ask for any benefits from you."

"Since you are in financial difficulty, I'd like to think of this as a favor you owe me. What do you think?"

What he said sounded as if he had suffered a great loss and made great concessions. If Cheng An didn't know who Sang Bo was, she would have believed it.

But it just so happened that she didn't want the broken box anyway. If Sambo really had the ability to keep it or solve the problem for her, it would be a great help to her.

As for the so-called power of traveling through time and space, Cheng An also had some considerations in her mind. This thing was originally given to her by Kafka. Perhaps she would have the opportunity to go to the Star Core Hunter to inquire about the information.

Judging from the situation, the Starry Sky Train will soon arrive on this snow-covered planet. As long as we follow the train, we don't have to worry about not being able to contact the Star Core Hunters.

Oh my god, what a perfect plan!

The more Cheng An thought about it, the happier he felt. This feeling of a bright future was really joyful.

Except for the days when she first came to this world and thought about getting rid of the pure and beautiful knight and becoming a sea patrol ranger one day, she hasn't been so looking forward to the future for a long time.