"Ah Jun, Ah Jun, what are they doing?"
Clutching tightly to my arm, unconcerned by the intimate contact with sensitive parts of my body, Qianqian just curiously watched the screen, where a bunch of weird little fighter jets were wandering around like a Scavenging Team. They had been roaming about for half an hour already, but it was impossible to discern their intentions, nor was there any sign of hostility... okay, they simply couldn't see us.
"Maybe they're from an archeology department?" I shrugged, the soft touch on my arm made my movement a bit awkward, still managing a lame, one-sided shrug, "Pandora Visca, put your cannons away! It's not easy finding a bunch that still breathes after all the death, and you want to wipe these ones out too?"
