MTL - Imperfections-Chapter 180 Principal Lu does n’t have anything in his body, just dare to think

The whole house was silent for a moment.

Nagus's hand seemed to be an automatic washboard, and came back and forth to rub his pair of torn trousers, grinding his thighs so brightly as if they were going to light up.

"You see what you're saying," he finally struggled, "just like the two of you ..."

Captain Nagus struggling halfway, inexplicably remembering that weird house card, suddenly excited, forgot the following text, and had to fill it with a dry smile.

Lu Bixing didn't know that he respected the old and loved the young, and he didn't buffer the old commanders at all. He smiled and said, "Just being with him, didn't I say clearly?"

Nagus: "..."

Opening pants don't work!

The fourth star system next to him shoved hot tea into his mouth. Lu Bixing's reminder of "Caution" was slowed for a second. He had directly burned his tongue into a roll and almost sprayed a screw from his mouth.

If any of them were children, the old commanders would probably set off a shaking roar. But Lu Bixing didn't grow up under their eyes. Although they got acquainted with each other soon after the war, after all they only met with him shortly. The old coaches were far less comfortable with him than Lin Jingheng, who could just casually chat.

Moreover, as the eighth galaxy chief who once blatantly rebelled against the alliance, the seemingly temperamental young man ’s wrists and courage were vividly shown in the methodical use of the eighth galaxy resources. Strictly speaking, the Central Army and the Alliance Army Now all relying on the provisional alliance to run to eat rice, Lu Bixing willing to take care of the friendship of the previous generation, shouting "uncle", it is enough to save face. Everyone sat down and chatted about their families and lives innocently, but even after the chat, they still had to give pointers and they would be unknowing.

According to social etiquette, this would say a few words like "the match of heaven" and "good vision", but Lin Jingheng had a long-standing "prestige" in the alliance that year, and brought the temperament of Tiansha Lone Star who is not close to people. Gus was so ignorant of his conscience that he couldn't boast. He searched his intestines and scratched his belly, and didn't figure out how to answer the next sentence, so that he shook his legs.

There is a person whose state is always tight and heavy. The texture of the entire person is like a heavy metal with a high density. A huge ambition is mounted in the middle. It floats back and forth in power. , Fenghuaxueyue has no place to install.

Some of them will live a long life, some will live alone, and the rest will enter into a political marriage in a modest manner and bind with family interests. In the central area of ​​Votor, this kind of talent is the majority. It is a rare non-mainstream like Lu Xin. Lin Jingheng has been very “votor” in this regard.

However, Nagus also knew that even if Lin Jingheng "flyed himself", he would not be able to fly to Lu Xin's son. He is not a trivial person.

"Uh ..." The old cloth next to him tried to open the scene first. "Jingheng ... hiss, Jingheng ... It's also very good. The biggest advantage is not being half-hearted, rest assured, right?"

The commanders quickly agreed: "Yes, yes, yes."

Lao Bu continued his thoughts and continued, "Isn't there a singer in the past few years, just that ... the one that is very open in the parliament, what's the name? It's shamelessly posted publicly, but it's not even said by him Did the words come back? I think there were so many people who were in a mess before, they couldn't do anything in front of him. "

He hurriedly set up a rough step, and the coaches rushed down the step.

Nagus said: "Not only before, but also after, I think even after death-you can rest assured that people will make historical romance dramas in the next 10,000 years, and he will definitely be fine."

"There is righteousness," the fourth-star system commander continued to "roll away", "the monsters and monsters posted on the outside automatically manifested in him."

Lu Bixing: "..."

He felt that he might have taken a look at a demon mirror.

Nagus added in a frightened voice: "It's just that he doesn't have a good temper. He has spoiled the general since he was a kid. He used to do it alone at the Silver Fortress, uh ..."

Lu Bixing couldn't laugh or cry: "He doesn't hit people or domestic violence. He won't shoot me when he pulls out his socks under the pillow. Chameleon Cham's chameleon climbed on him without any problems. He is still alive and sometimes feeds it."

Nagus: "..."

A Lin Jingheng, who feeds the chameleon-his stubborn brain limited his imagination.

The old cloth saw that they were going to talk to each other again, and had to embarrassedly lead the topic in a more sublime direction, saying with emotion: "The eighth galaxy was originally a wilderness and a general ... Your father brought hope here, now it is a piece of The miracle-filled galaxy, Jingheng looked more relaxed than when he was in Votor. "

"If you like it, feel free to come and stay."

"Don't, old things like us bother to disturb you all the time, Lin Jingheng's stink boy can put missiles in tea cups."

The old coaches laughed for a while and gradually eased from this explosive news.

The commander of the sixth galaxy suddenly sighed: "I don't know how to come after I want to come."

Lu Bixing put down his tea cup: "What is your plan?"

"We must find a way to go back as soon as possible," said the old cloth. "The queen of the Freedom Corps is dead, and the chip people of the alien galaxy have also been disconnected. Those chip people have no leader. It is really difficult to subvert the regime, but the harm is more dispersed Now. "

In the past, the chip people unified the will from top to bottom. It is a super force that can forbid and change the land and usurp laws overnight. Now the chip people have no unified will, but the effect of the chip on the human body is still at the internal level. The repression is still there. Any high-level chip person can rely on the chip to gather a group of their own forces. Any one of them wants to be a calamity.

An anti-government militant has become a dozen criminal gangs. From a macro perspective, the former is even more terrible, but from the perspective of ordinary people who are not ready to go, it is difficult to say which is more harmful.

Nagusus brought up the interstellar channel map from his personal terminal: "Wulff blew up the passage between the first galaxy and the outside world, but fortunately, the actual distance is not far. I let the strategic planning department make a path plan overnight last night. , If it goes well, you can reach the second galaxy in the shortest six Voto years and reconnect to the transition network. Six years, I do n’t know what it will become. "

But no matter what you have to do, you have to go back, even if you go back to face a piece of scorched earth, you have to pull out the tree from the ashes and replant it. Not to mention six years, that is, sixty years, six hundred years, and no soldier can give up on himself. Homeland.

"According to the standard nutrition needle ration, it is enough for a soldier to carry 36 nutrition needles with him. If the road is too flat, he can even take a hibernation rotation and consume less."

"There is no need to worry about supplies," Lu Bixing said. "The eighth galaxy has been relatively abundant in the past two years. If necessary, we can also mobilize some of the accompanying support from Silver Four Miles."

Lao Bu took a deep look at him: "The eighth galaxy was exiled by the Alliance for a hundred years. The promised financial and technical support has been repeatedly delayed because of the self-interest of the management committee. The pirates invaded the alliance, and the first innocent eighth galaxy was still the first to bear it. Later, the eighth galaxy became a **** that restrained the anti-Uzbek society and covered the forbidden fruit. No one can stand up to you, but now it is up to you ... "

Lu Bixing still said with a smile: "Otherwise? Uncle Bu, we closed the galaxy and turned into a powerful military empire, and then waited for the opportunity to fight back when the alliance was difficult, to carry forward the legacy of that pirate 'glorious group'?"

The old cloth was speechless.

"Eight galaxies are victims of the management committee, and there is no reason for the crimes of a few people in the center of the alliance to be memorized by all human beings. There are diplomatic rules between the galaxies, and it is not a kindergarten kid quarrel. We, "Lu Bixing said, raising his eyes, and tapping the arm of the sofa with his finger on one side," So-are you guys looking at my star star, isn't it about to replace Votor? "

The old cloth was startled, and suddenly took the perspective from the chaotic battle situation-Votor has become a scorched soil. The first galaxy had a mad and free army, followed by moody artificial intelligence, and it was a foregone conclusion.

Under this circumstance, the eighth galaxy took the initiative to turn the tide, and became the rear of the entire human coalition. Whether in wartime or future reconstruction after war, it is indispensable to rely on the support of the eighth galaxy, and has been exiled here. It will be the front line against chip people-if the major galaxies come to seek assistance, the precious four points of silver brain disease may not be enough.

No matter how the future human alliance exists, it will be the "wilderness" era of the eighth galaxy.

The young chief of the eighth galaxy is not loyal to anyone, is not subject to any forces, nor is it "reporting virtues, not counting gains and losses." When the turbulent world could not accommodate the sky of Xinghai Academy, he had to sharpen his sword in sixteen years and rebuild the rules of the epoch of the new star that lasted three hundred years.

Anyway, President Lu doesn't have anything in his body, just dare to think.

The commanders of the Central Army sat at Lu Bixing's house for a whole afternoon in the name of a private meeting, and roughly determined the direction of the next movement of the human coalition. The rest required the parties to work in an orderly manner and cooperate. Lu Bixing politely left them to eat. At supper, Nagus gazed at the chameleon with complex eyes for a moment, let go of the military and political affairs, and thought of this good cause, so he waved at him weakly: "No, we several I haven't been to Galaxy City, and we want to go ... to wander around. "

So in the evening of the day, a picture made the headlines of the Galaxy-several veterans from foreign galaxies stood in a row under the statue of Lu Xin on the square, adding up to a thousand years old, the collective tears flowed, and the scene was moving. .

Lu Bixing slipped back to the bedroom, Lin Jingheng was awake, the sequelae of excessive use of the soothing agent was probably over, he was wearing a coat, sitting on a reading chair by the bed, looking at Linger's note, and heard the movement Without looking up, he said, "All gone?"

"Well," Lu Bixing stepped on the soft carpet, stretched a big lazy waist against the back of his chair, then collapsed into a human-shaped cloak and hung himself on Lin Jingheng. "I guess I went to the square. "

Lin Jingheng raised his eyes in surprise: "estimate? Why don't they accompany you when they go to the square?"

Lu Bixing hummed and sniffed at his neckline, not talking.

Lin Jingheng stretched out **** to pinch his chin.

Lu Bixing: "They disturbed me in life. I was not very happy, so I told them."

Lin Jingheng somehow: "What did you say?"

"Say that every cell belongs to you from body to heart." Lu Bixing was caught by his jaw and couldn't hold it, imitated the bad biological popcorn, hurriedly stuck out his tongue and licked it, and closed the door without blocking, "Undressed and covered with your private seal, Commander, I ..."

He didn't finish talking, and something suddenly snapped 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 hand-painted in Ringer's proposal note.

"Is it tight?" Lin Jingheng asked.

This model ring seems to be a "wave-stopping agent". Chief Lu with his tail tilted was immobilized. He was stupid like a wooden stake and shook his head dumbly.

"Oh, okay." Lin Jingheng entered the dimensions of the model in his personal terminal, placed a custom order, and asked very casually. "Then, what are some old things hanging up in front of the Lu Xin stone statue?"

Lu Bixing three souls said absently: "Say you are a demon mirror."

Lin Jingheng: "..."

Lu Bixing came back to God, found himself talking nonsense, and scratched his hair in annoyance: "No, I have to say something meaningful, repeat it, cough, I ..."

Lin Jingheng didn't give him a chance to make up, his shoulders shook.

Lu Bixing pounced on him: "Be serious! What's wrong, why do you always hold your face when you shouldn't be serious, and laugh when you should be serious?"

The jacket slipped, and Lin Jingheng laughed.

Between his hands, the notebook on his knee fell to the floor and fell off a sheet of paper clipped inside. Lu Bixing thought that the paper notebook had fallen into disrepair over the years and quickly picked it up: "If it is placed in the history museum, it can almost be regarded as a town hall. Be careful ... eh?"

The piece of paper that fell out was a figure painting. The painting was not fine, but he was quite charmed. At a glance, he could recognize this is Marshal Ringel from the history books. His facial lines were extraordinarily gentle and almost a little bit rough Means.

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

"No." Lin Jingheng nodded his signature in the corner. "Woolf's handwriting."

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

"Artificial intelligence is artificial intelligence, after all," said Lin Jingheng. "It's different from a living Woolf."

Lu Bixing's fingers slowly slid past Woolf's light signature, like a secret and deep emotion, and he groaned for a moment: "No, I was thinking ... they were overthrown by the mechanical age, Woolf may He is the person who knows super artificial intelligence best in the world now, and he will not fail to understand the difference between carbon-based organisms and artificial intelligence. "

So why would a person who has everything to account for dominate the first galaxy without a control and do not know what kind of unauthorized artificial intelligence will develop?

Is it just for the Freedom Army?

I used it up all at once, what should I do in the future? Artificial intelligence without authority framework is equivalent to having free will, can he really go to sleep as he imagined?

What was he thinking when the old man set everything up?

Near natural wormhole area.

The Chip Man prisoners have been wearing jammers and are being held together.

"Captain," a Silver III technician ran over and said to Thomas Young, "the Mech communication system of the Freedom Corps has traces of invasion by artificial intelligence. Do we need to clear it immediately?"