C1787 Scattered Pure White 13(1)

In the tall buildings of Qinglun, a girl in black clothes sat on the edge of the house. Her legs in red socks dangled in the air, allowing the howling north wind to make her feet sway slightly.

The sound of collisions kept coming from the building.

Those were the sounds of the Bionism Masters carrying out preparations, moving, and debugging all kinds of mechanisms. Other than this building