บท 841: The Interstellar Calendar (19)

Someone attacked the battleship.

Explosions occurred all around them. They were surrounded.

When Little Zhu operated the battleship, his ears and face were still red.

Curly Hair's calm voice kept sounding beside his ear.

"What are you thinking about? Don't aim wrongly!"

Curly Hair slapped Little Zhu's head. Little Zhu immediately rolled his eyes. "Why don't you do it!"

"I didn't design this complicated thing. Focus on fighting. Kill these people. How dare they bully us. They must be looking for death." Curly Hair went to the other side after he finished speaking.

"You people at the back, why are you all running so slowly? Is there a prize for being the last one? Hurry up and kill these things!" Curly Hair shouted into thin air.

There were eight battleships surrounding them.

Fully equipped.

It was obvious that they had been waiting to ambush them.