Above the empty ground, a huge silver-white dish suddenly appeared, flashing an unknown metallic light in the dim light of the power cabin.

Shining but not dazzling, gorgeous but not impetuous, in the cold son left palm recycling, the small window on the round edge of the dish shines blue light, like dream, like bubble.

And with the intense blue light below, the dish silently opened a door for one person to enter and exit.

"This is... This is a flying saucer, UFO..." Zixia's eyes stared at this thing, as if she were a wooden chicken, her mouth was somewhat unclear.

"Almost. They call this flying mushroom. Look, does it...