The whole house was silent for a moment.

Nagus's hand seemed to be an automatic washboard, rubbing his torn pants back and forth, grinding his thighs to a shiny thigh, as if he was about to be consecrated.

"Look at what you said," he made his final struggle, "just like you two are going to live together..."

Commander Nagus struggled halfway, and for some reason he remembered the strange door sign. He suddenly shuddered and forgot the following text, so he had to fill it in with a dry laugh.

Lu Bixing didn't know how to respect the elderly and love the young, and did not give the old commanders any room for cushion. He said with a smile: "It's just that I'm with him, did I not explain it clearly just now?"

Nagus: "…"

The consecrated pants are not working!

The fourth-star system next to him was unsteadily stuffing the hot tea into his mouth. Lu Bixing's "Be careful to burn" reminder was slowed by a second. He had already burned his tongue into a roll and almost sprayed a screw out of his mouth.

If this is the children of one of them, the old commanders will probably start a roar that is shaking. But Lu Bixing did not grow up under their noses. Although he quickly became familiar with each other after fighting side by side, he had only known them for a short time. The old commanders were far less comfortable with him than Lin Jingheng who could beat him casually.

Furthermore, as the chief of the Eighth Galaxy who once openly rebels against the Alliance, the wrists and courage of this young man who seemed to have a gentle temper were fully displayed when he was calling the resources of the Eighth Galaxy in an orderly manner. Strictly speaking, the Central Army and the Alliance Army are now relying on the temporary alliance to come and have a free meal. Lu Bixing is willing to consider the friendship of the previous generation and call "Uncle" with the flow. It has given him enough face. Everyone sit down and chat with their own families and lives, but after the conversation, they have to point fingers, which is not easy to be ignorant.

According to social etiquette, we should praise a few words like "the combination of heaven" and "good vision". However, Lin Jingheng had been "famous" in the alliance for a long time and had a temperament of Tiansha Lone Star, which was not close to strangers. Nagus was really unconscientious and couldn't praise him. He was so fucked and didn't think of how to answer the next sentence, which made him shake his legs.

There is a kind of person whose state is always tense and heavy, and his whole person's texture is like a heavy metal with a huge density, with a huge ambition in the middle, rising and falling in power, and the little love that is broken cannot penetrate at all, and there is no place to pretend.

Some of them will indulge in their lives, some will live alone, and the rest will behave in political marriages in a normal manner and bind to family interests. In the central district of Votto, such talents are the majority, and like Lu Xin, it is rare non-mainstream. Lin Jingheng has always been very "Votto" in this regard.

But Nagus also knew that even if Lin Jingheng "let himself go", he would not be able to let Lu Xin's son fly. He is not a person of no importance.

"Uh..." Old Bu next to him was the first to try to save the scene, "Jingheng... Hiss, Jingheng...is also good. The biggest advantage is that he will not be indifferent, don't worry, right?"

The commanders quickly agreed: "Yes, yes."

Lao Bu racked his brains and continued, "Isn't there a singer a few years ago? That... the one who is very popular in the parliament, what's the name? I'm so shameless and publicly posted it. Wasn't he blocked it back by his words? I saw that there were so many messy people in the past that couldn't even be used in front of him."

He hurriedly set up a simple step, and the old coaches rushed down the steps.

Nagus said, "Not only before, but also in the future. I think even after death - don't worry, in the next ten thousand years, people will definitely not have anything to do with historical romance dramas."

"Have a righteous spirit," the fourth-star system continued to "get out" seriously, "The demons and ghosts that were posted outside will automatically appear in him."

Lu must-win: "…"

He felt that he might have fallen in love with a demon mirror.

Nagus added in fear: "It's just that he has a bad temper. He has spoiled the general since he was a child. He used to have the final say in the Silver Fortress, uh..."

Lu Bixing was amused and crying: "He doesn't beat people, don't abuse domestically, and he won't shoot me if he turns out socks under the pillow. The chameleon raised by Zhan Lu crawled on him without any trouble. He is still alive and sometimes feeds it."

Nagus: "…"

Lin Jingheng, a chameleon feeder, whose cramped head limits his imagination.

Seeing that they were about to die of conversation again, Lao Bu had to embarrassingly lead the topic in a more sublimation direction, and sighed: "The Eighth Galaxy was originally a wilderness, a general... Your father brought hope here, and now it has become a galaxy full of miracles. Jingheng looks much more relaxed than when he was in Voto."

"If you like it, please come and stay forever."

"Don't, we old guys are disturbing each other all the time. That little brat Lin Jingheng can put the missile in the teacup."

The old coaches joked for a while, and gradually eased from the explosive news.

The commander of the Sixth Star System suddenly sighed: "I don't know how to come from now on."

Lu Bixing put down the teacup: "What are your plans?"

"We must find a way to go back as soon as possible," Lao Bu said seriously. "The Queen of the Free Legion died and was also cut off contact with the chipmakers in the alien system. Those chip crowds have no heads. It is indeed difficult to subvert the regime again, but the harm is even more scattered."

In the past, chipmakers unified their will from top to bottom, and was a super force that could enforce orders and bans. They could change the world and usurp laws overnight. Now chipmakers have no unified will, but the effect of chips on the human body is still there, and the internal level suppression is still there. Any high-level chipmaker can relied on chips to gather a bunch of their own forces. Anyone who wants to harm the other side can make trouble for the whole family.

An anti-government/armed army turned into a dozen criminal gangs. From a macro perspective, the former is even more terrifying, but in the eyes of ordinary people who are in danger, it is difficult to say which one is more harmful.

Nagus called out the interstellar waterway map from his personal terminal: "Woolf broke the channel connecting the first galaxy to the outside world, but fortunately the actual distance is not far. I asked the strategic planning department to make a path plan overnight last night. If it goes well, it will take at least six Votto years to reach the second galaxy and reconnect to the Jump Network. After six years, I don't know what it will be like."

But no matter what it turns out, you have to go back. Even if you go back and face a scorched earth, you have to pull out the tree species from the ashes and replant them. Not to mention six years, even sixty years or six hundred years, no soldier can give up his homeland.

"According to the standard nutritional needle ration, it is enough for a soldier to carry thirty-six nutritional needles with him. If the road is peaceful, he can even take the rotational dormant method, which consumes less."

"Don't worry about materials," Lu Bixing said. "The Eighth Galaxy has been on hand in the past two years. If necessary, we can also draw some of the accompanying support from Baiyin Sili."

Lao Bu looked at him deeply: "The Eighth Galaxy was exiled by the Alliance for a hundred years. The promised financial and technical support was repeatedly delayed because of the selfishness of the Management Committee, allowing it to fend for itself. Later, due to internal struggles in the alliance, some people led wolves into the house, and pirates invaded the Alliance, and the innocent Eighth Galaxy was the first to be the innocent Eighth Galaxy. Later, the Eighth Galaxy became a pawn to restrain the dysfunction and cover up the forbidden fruit. You were forced to close the leap channel and stay away from the Alliance... Alas, except General Lu, no one in the Alliance is worthy of you. But now it depends on you..."

Lu Bixing still said with a smile: "What else? Uncle Bu, after we sealed the galaxy, we became a powerful military empire, and then waited for an opportunity to fight back when the alliance was in trouble and carry forward the legacy of the pirate's "Glorious Regiment"?"

Lao Bu couldn't speak.

"The eight major galaxies are all victims of the Management Committee. There is no reason for the crimes of a few people in the Alliance to be blamed by all mankind. There are diplomatic rules between galaxies, and it is not that kindergarten children quarrel, so it is meaningless to revenge. For a hundred years, Votto is really sorry for us," Lu Bixing said this, raised his eyes, and gently tapped the armrest of the sofa with his finger on one side, "So - look at my Qiming Star? Isn't it almost replaced Votto?"

Lao Bu was shocked and suddenly took a look from the chaotic battle situation - Votto had become a scorched earth, with the crazy Liberty Legion in front of the first galaxy and the moody artificial intelligence behind it, and the decline was a foregone conclusion.

In this case, the Eighth Galaxy took action to turn the tide and became the rear of the entire human coalition. Whether in wartime or in the future post-war reconstruction, it is inevitable to rely on the support of the Eighth Galaxy. The vitiligo cerebral syndrome, which was once exiled here, will be the front line against chip people. If all major galaxies come to seek assistance, the precious vitiligo cerebral syndrome of Silver Four may not be enough.

No matter how the future alliance of human beings exists, it will be the "wild" era of the Eighth Galaxy.

This young chief of the Eighth Galaxy is unfaithful to anyone, does not surrender to any force, nor does he "repay evil with kindness and does not count gains and losses". When the turbulent world could not tolerate the sky of Xinghai Academy, he had to sharpen his sword for sixteen years and rebuild the rules of the new star epoch that had lasted for three hundred years.

Anyway, Principal Lu has no strengths, so he dares to think.

The old commanders of the Central Army sat at Lu Bixing's home in the name of a private meeting for an afternoon, and roughly determined the next direction of the human coalition's action. The rest required all parties to divide the work and cooperate in an orderly manner. Lu Bixing politely kept them for dinner. Nagus was in a complicated mood and stared at the Chameleon for a moment, put down the military and political affairs, and remembered this good fate that people said, so he waved at him weakly: "No, we have never been to Galaxy City. We want to go... we want to go around."

So in the evening of that day, a photo was on the headlines of Galaxy City - several old coaches from the alien system stood in a row under the stone statue of Lu Xin in the square, which was a thousand years old. They were all crying, and the scene was moving.

Lu Bixing slipped back to the bedroom. Lin Jingheng had woken up. The sequelae of excessive soothing agents was probably over. He was sitting on a reading chair beside the bed and flipping through the notes of Linger. He heard the movement and said without raising his head: "Are you leaving?"

"Well," Lu Bixing walked over on the soft carpet, stretched his big laziness against the back of his chair, then collapsed into a human-shaped cloak, and hung himself on Lin Jingheng, "I guess I'm going to the square."

Lin Jingheng raised his eyes in surprise: "I guess? Why don't they ask you to accompany you when they are going to the square?"

Lu Bixing hummed and whispered around his neck, not talking nonsense.

Lin Jingheng stretched out two fingers to clamp his chin.

Lu Bixing: "I was not very happy to disturb my major events in life, so I told them."

Lin Jingheng inexplicably: "What did you say?"

"Say that every cell from my body to my heart is yours," Lu Bixing was stuck with his chin and couldn't rub it. So he imitated the bad creature popcorn, quickly stuck out his tongue and licked it. As soon as he closed the door, he was unrestrained. "Take off your clothes and covered them with your private seals. Commander, I..."

Before he could finish his words, something suddenly became locked on his ring finger.

Lu Bixing looked down in surprise and found that it was a 3D printed model ring, exactly the same as the one hand-painted in Ringer's proposal notes.

"Is it tight?" Lin Jingheng asked.

This model ring seemed to be a "wave-resistant". President Lu, who was holding his tail, was imposed on a fixed body, and was stunned as if he was silly in place like a wooden stake, shaking his head blankly.

"Oh, okay." Lin Jingheng entered the model's sizes into his personal terminal, placed a custom order, and asked casually, "Then what, did those old people collectively hang themselves in front of the Lu Xin stone statue?"

Lu Bixing Sanhun said absent: "You are a demon mirror."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

Lu Bixing came back to his senses and found that he was talking nonsense. He scratched his hair in great annoyance: "No, I have to say something meaningful, do it again, ahem, I..."

Lin Jingheng didn't give him a chance to find a repair, and his shoulders trembled.

Lu Bixing threw himself on him: "Be serious! What's wrong with it? Why do you always have a stern face when you should be serious? If you should be serious, you will laugh?"

The coat slid down and Lin Jingheng laughed out loud.

While he was touching his feet, the notebook on his knee fell to the ground and a page of paper was dropped. Lu Bixing thought that the notebook was made of paper and had fallen out of repair for a long time, so he quickly picked it up: "If this was placed in the History Museum, it would almost be considered a museum. Be careful... Hum?"

The piece of paper that was thrown out was a figure painting. The painting skills were not very meticulous, but they were quite magnificent. You could recognize this person at a glance as Marshal Linger in the history books. His facial lines were outlined with a very gentle outline, almost a bit lingering.

Lu Bixing asked strangely: "Is this a self-portrait?"

"No." Lin Jingheng pointed the signature in the corner, "Woolf's handwriting."

Lu Bixing stared at the self-portrait for a moment, his face slowly turned down, and he muttered: "Why did that artificial intelligence send this out?"

"Artificial intelligence is artificial intelligence after all," Lin Jingheng said, "is different from the living Woolf."

Lu Bixing's finger slowly slid across Woolf's light signature, as if he had slipped through a secret and deep emotion, pondering for a moment: "No, I'm thinking... The mechanical era was overthrown by them. Woolf may be the person who knows super artificial intelligence the best in the world now. He will not understand the difference between carbon-based organisms and artificial intelligence."

So why would a person who has to calculate everything be left uncontrollable and unaware of what kind of unauthorized artificial intelligence will develop into to occupy the first galaxy?

Just to deal with the Free Legion?

What to do if it is used up in one go? Artificial intelligence without permission frameworks is equivalent to having free will. Can it really sleep honestly as he imagined?

What was he thinking when the old man arranged everything?

Near the natural wormhole area.

The chipman prisoners have been worn by jammers and are in a unified manner.
Chapter completed!