Their hulls flashed with navigation indicators, some spit out plasma tail flames, slowly adjusting the berth; some slid lightly into designated positions with anti-gravity engines.

Everything seems to represent traces of the future. The perfect integration of technology and machinery shows the infinite possibilities of human exploration of the universe.

But at this moment,

Just as Boyle Jones felt nothing was wrong, she was about to walk into the house and stretched.

The next second, accompanied by a violent swaying air, she would have almost hit the glass wall if she hadn't been supported by the door.

This sudden bump made my elder sister's head suddenly furious, and even blurted out a swear word unique to the future world:

"The garbage produced by stardust waste!

Is this broken star port going to fall apart?"

But at this moment, many people no longer have time to pay attention to the bumps in these airflows.

because,
Chapter completed!