"General Tulan, there are rumors that this time the expedition team passed through the natural wormhole area and accidentally contacted the Alliance Army. What is the situation outside now? Will we have further contact with the Alliance in the future? Will the Eighth Galaxy return to the Alliance? Will there be some armed conflicts from the outside world?"

"Your news is very accurate. It seems that some scientists of the expedition team need to strengthen confidentiality training," Tulan smiled calmly at the camera. "We are conducting further evaluations in the outside world. Please believe that no matter where we go in the future, the freedom and security of the eighth galaxy will always be our top priority. In addition, it seems that the possibility of an alien mecha can cross wormholes on a large scale and pose a threat to us is very small. Please don't panic."

"General Tulan, I heard that the Chief of the General announced a very unexpected news in front of the alliance. There are many rumors among the people now. Will the government give official news?"

"The Chief and the Expedition Team are resting. After all, it is a natural wormhole area. I believe everyone can know the difficulty and danger of this trip, so please be patient. The Eighth Galaxy Government has always used openness and transparency as the first criterion. If there is any important information, we will announce it to the public as soon as possible after the organization is completed."

"General Tulan, I heard that General Lin..."

Poisson Yang looked at Tulan and was able to get along with each other in the media. Tai Chi played for half an hour without showing an impatient look, so he poked the first guard captain next to him with his elbow: "Hey, do you remember? Once she went out to have sex while taking a break and was sued to the Military Commission. A large group of reporters came to the Silver Fortress, and the guy said in public..."

The captain of the first guard, Li Fulan, handed him a cigarette of eight-galaxy specialty: "Try it-she said, 'I have nothing to tell you about this. The general doesn't let me talk nonsense now. Why don't I do a striptease for you?'?"

Poisson Yang took it, shook his head, and a smile flashed across his face: "It's a change of things. When I think about it now, it's all good days - the general may want to stay in the Eighth Galaxy, what do you think?"

Li Fran was silent for a moment and replied: "Since the first guard has responded to the call, follow him to the end."

"The Eighth Galaxy is independent of the alliance. If it is said in the past, it should be called 'pirates'," Poisson Yang glanced at him deeply, "How is this matter calculated? Is the general planning to completely betray the alliance? If one day the wars are against each other, it is a confrontation between the two countries. Do we have to attack those who have protected in the past?"

"Our generation is not yet. They were all from the Alliance before, and no one wanted to turn around and fight with the Alliance. The Alliance has been in turmoil for decades, so they should not want to set up enemies. The eighth galaxy leap channel has been cut off, and everyone will not violate the rivers. Moreover, if that person is really the son of General Lu Xin, the Alliance Central Committee will also take into account the feelings of the central army in various places. The best result is that everyone will live in peace in the future, but they have boundaries, and can communicate with each other on the surface, be friendly to neighbors, fight against common enemies, and not eat in the same pot in private, and live their own lives." Li Fulan said, "If this is true, I prefer to stay here."

Poisson Young looked up at him.

"The alliance has been so many years, and I feel so tiring to stay with those people." Li Fran said, "The Eighth Galaxy is different... I feel that a place that has been ravaged by war, disasters repeatedly, and even in the end, I have to cut off my own channel and seal myself into an isolated island. It has not become a strict military empire, nor has it become a real 'pirate den'. They are willing to spend a lot of money on planetary anti-missile systems and interstellar expeditions, which shows that this place has vitality, the kind of vitality that is said to be "survivors".

At the end of the Age of Discovery, a pessimistic cosmic sociologist proposed the "survivor" theory.

He said: From now on, human beings have come out of the grassland and the jungle, conquered the environment, conquered the land, conquered the earth, and then conquered the universe. Now, they have reached the pinnacle of history. From now on, they will either go downhill or walk on the top of the mountains, walking on the tightrope. Every tiny invention and every little change will change human life dramatically, the dimension of change will become deeper and deeper, and the scope of influence will become wider and wider. The cowardice and despicable inherent in human nature will last forever. We are all semi-crazy holding deadly weapons, destroying the world, civilization and ourselves will become easy. Growing in the dark, no one knows whether the next step is heaven or hell.

But in our race, there is always an incredible vitality that can sprout again in the ashes of overturning death. When the world sinks, a few "survivors" will be selected by this vitality. They will carry endless pain, step on the thorns, and continue human life.

"Yes," Poisson Young whispered, "The General's Declaration of Freedom is even preserved here-have you received any news from the general?"

This is Lin Jingheng's habit. If the ten silver guards gather together, he usually likes to choose a more steady person to help him convey orders. He is either Poisson Yang of the three guards or Li Fulan of the one guard, and he doesn't like to deal with those "fleas".

"Oh yes, I just received the notice that the general asked us to rest on the spot for three days," said Li Fulan. "He recommended that we go around in the Eighth Galaxy and asked Tulan to arrange it-but I see that your brother really has a good understanding of him in this regard. Before the general could disband on the spot, he entered the travel mode by himself."

"Thomas's stupid person who looks at him..." Poisson Yang stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, blocking his rude words, and suddenly remembered something, "Hey, after all, do you think the relationship between the general and that President Lu is not very ordinary?"

Lin Jingheng, who was discussed by them, was standing in the kitchen with a serious expression, pulling out a long spindle-like object from the robot's hand. There was a stick under the thing, and there were several circles of steel wires on it. He took it to the front of his eyes and looked at it for a while, but he didn't see what it was for. However, he only judged the shape of the instrument and felt that it should have some stirring function, so he put it into the small pot with tea leaves.

The robot slowly stretched out from the wall. The electronic butler watched slowly for a while and asked, "Sir, what are you doing with the tea?"

"Accelerate extraction." Lin Jingheng used his personal terminal to sweep the flames under the pot without raising his head. After the personal terminal automatically compared the intensity of the flames with the standard recipe, he lit a line of small red characters and floated into the air, telling him that "the fire was too strong."

Lin Jingheng said "Oh" and lowered the fire. The personal terminal automatically scanned again, and a line of small blue words floated up, saying "The fire is too small."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

What kind of broken thing is this?

Zhan Lu said: "This recipe in your personal terminal is a recently published "Guide to Gourmets". It requires special kitchen utensils. The kitchen utensils at home are very low and have not been updated for more than ten years. They do not have so many functions. Do I need me to help you modify the kitchen utensils program?"

Lin Jingheng thought about it and thought that the principle was to heat and cook the food. Just have fire, and kitchen utensils were not important, so he waved his hand at Zhanlu.

Zhanlu said again: "Sir, the thing in your hand is called 'egg beater'."

Lin Jingheng's hand froze, then said without changing his expression: "Nonsense, don't I know? Only by stirring evenly can you get heated evenly and accelerate extraction. What's the problem?"

Zhan Lu: "No problem, your creativity is very humorous, hahaha."

Lin Jingheng turned off the fire deeply, looked at his face as if he was thinking about the life and death of human beings - and then put the tea soup that had turned crimson and poured it directly into the filter.

Zhan Lu couldn't help but say more: "Sir, the filter model should be reduced, and this gear cannot filter liquid."

Lin Jingheng said that a broken filter has more gears than a missile sight, which is really sick. However, in front of Zhan Lu, you still have to pretend to be at ease and say nothing, "I know, I want to filter it twice."

Zhan Lu was still talking to him without a wink: "But increasing the number of invalid filters cannot..."

"Is it over?" Lin Jingheng interrupted him, "Why do you have so many guidance? I can't stop you from speaking, right?"

When Lu Bixing hurried downstairs, his newly washed hair was still dripping. He didn't bother to wipe it and ran all the way to the stairs. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he saw Lin Jingheng's back.

Lin Jingheng heard the movement and looked back at him, then pulled the talkative Zhan Lu out of the wall and threw it on the "popcorn" who was protruding at the door. The popcorn may have been sent to the wrong fetus, as timid as a mouse, was frightened and carried Zhan Lu away.

Lu Bixing gently lifted the corner of his mouth, then he reached out to support the handrail of the stairs, sat down on the steps, and looked at Lin Jingheng through the railing. He felt that he seemed to have stepped on two balls of cotton under his feet, floating and flying away, and could fly away at any time from Qi Mingxing's gravity.

After the little medicine of the soothing agent No. 6 passed, Lu Bixing quickly calmed down his exposed emotions. "The heart was broken and the earth was broken, and the face was silent" - this is not a skill that can be cultivated overnight, nor is it a habit that can be changed overnight.

After a long time, I had to repeat the mood of a river. I wanted to pour out my mood, but the outlet for pouring was too small. The tide of Tao Langtao was confined to a small dam, but I couldn't say anything. I could only let those stimulating emotions hit my chest repeatedly.

And for some reason, he found that he didn't dare to ask where Lin Jingheng had been in the past years and how it was.

Lu Bixing slowly rubbed his hands, trying to make his hands warm and soft, and thought to himself: "Why don't I dare to ask?"

He was used to asking himself, because he didn't ask, and no one dared to ask. The young man would be chased by an annoying teacher and asked about his thoughts, but no one dared to chase the boss and ask him what he was thinking. And according to Lu Bixing's experience, no matter how painful or heartbreaking his words were, they had to listen.

If a person can feel something in his heart but pretend not to hear it and ignore it, it will often retaliate against it, such as making him obsessed with his hair and do something to copy people with his hair.

But he was instinctively hesitant at this moment, and he was hiding the topic of sixteen years in circles.

When Lu Bixing was in his dream, he developed a skill, because he knew that the person in the dream would disappear when he woke up, so he could enjoy his short companionship at midnight like the end of the world, and release his joys, anger, sorrow, and happiness towards him without any concealment as before.

However, after "dreams come true", he was ecstatic, and he found that his "special ability" had also disappeared. He had many things that could not be said and many feelings could not be expressed. He was full of greed, anger, ignorance, and fear of love and hatred pressed down and floated up, making him feel embarrassed and embarrassed, and even a hint of uncontrollable desire for destruction.

Just as he was hesitating alone, a cup was handed to him, and Lu Bixing raised his head a little slow.

"Just cooked milk tea," Lin Jingheng stretched out his hand, penetrated his five fingers into his wet hair, and brushed a strand of hair hanging down from his forehead. The thin calluses on his fingers were rubbed over his scalp, making Lu Bixing tremble gently, "Taste the taste."

What does the tea taste like when beaten with egg whisk? Anyway, people who are used to drinking strong tea taste it, they feel that it is basically a cup of fake and shoddy milk mixed with water.

However, Lu Bixing lost his mind and had automatically made a surprise expression of "very delicious". He carefully gathered the dark emotions spreading in his heart and said lightly: "How can you, a person who makes a living with nutritional ointment, do this?"

Lin Jingheng didn't laugh and stared at his face.

Lu Bixing: "What's wrong?"

Lin Jingheng took his hand and pulled the cup over. After taking a sip, he frowned: "I'll ask Zhan Lu to cook another pot for you."

Lu Bixing hooked the porcelain cup and tightened his fingers: "Hey, no need."

He paused, and he was unskilled to recall the long past, trying to regain the feeling of being able to smoothly adjust: "Even if you give me a glass of cold water, it will automatically turn into honey when I am here. I..."

Lu Bixing looked at him, and for a moment he was a little exhausted, and his words broke for a moment, making people feel embarrassed as if they were sitting on pins and needles. Lin Jingheng's eyes kept falling in his eyes, as patient and focused as if he had been dismantling the complicated situations on the space station countless times.

Lu Bixing was a little unbearable to withstand such a gaze and subconsciously staggered his gaze.

"I can't remember what to say?" Lin Jingheng stood on the stairs below, bent down a little, "I'll teach you. If your unlucky partner had a whim one day, he made a bunch of difficult things to eat and asked you how it tasted, you usually used to be like this-"

After he finished speaking, he took a mouthful of "infused buffalo milk", pulled Lu Bixing and directly entered his mouth. Lu Bixing suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he swallowed it accidentally.

Lin Jingheng reached out and wiped it on the corner of his mouth: "Then he said to me, 'How is it, you can taste it yourself', have you learned it?"

Lu Bixing couldn't speak for a moment. As soon as he inhaled, he choked in without swallowing the milk tea. He turned his head and coughed violently.

Lin Jingheng took away the teacup from his hand and knocked on the handrail of the stairs. The ubiquitous electronic housekeeper stretched out a robotic hand from the stairs and obediently took away the tableware. Lin Jingheng thought for a while, walked to him and sat down, pulled Lu Wangxing's wrist, opened the personal terminals of the two people, and set up a special association program.

Lu Bixing finally coughed out the milk tea that choked the air inlet pipe, and then he heard a slight sound from the personal terminal, with a prompt floating on it: "The one-way position sharing setting was successful."

Then, a map popped up on his wrist, and a small red dot representing Lin Jingheng flashed beside him. When he touched the small red dot, Lu Bixing could see what was around him and who was talking to through Lin Jingheng's personal terminal.

Lu Bixing was surprised: "Wait, you..."

Only a guardian and a child under six years old will establish a personal terminal position sharing, and you can know the other party's movements at all times, but that is both in two directions and can be positioned with each other. If you use one-way positioning, you are usually in prison. This is invisible shackles, and only the jailer needs to know what his prisoner is doing at all times.

Lin Jingheng held him down: "You can turn it off when you don't want to see me."

The possessive desire is like the monster in Lu Bixing's heart, roaring anxiously in the iron cage, and is frightened and lustful. However, people regard their own bodies as prisoners and cannot let these things go out to hurt others, even if it is violent.

Lu Bixing felt like a demon-suffering man holding the chains. His hands were already covered in blood by the struggle monsters. Then he reached in with one hand, gently flicked the beast's head, and fed it a piece of meat.

He stared blankly at the beast lowered his head, leaning on the ground gentlely, gradually becoming quiet.

"I know there is a natural wormhole area near the Heart of Rose. I think you have guessed it too. The first time I went to the Eighth Galaxy, it passed from there." Lin Jingheng said, "But after sixteen years, I had the opportunity to go back there and try my luck. Do you want to know what happened after the seven-eighth Galaxy coalition forces were ambushed?"

Lu Bixing's eyes flashed.
Chapter completed!