Chapter 67: Sultry is delicious

Lu Bixing did not expect that the legendary Silver Ten Guards actually had this style of painting. First, he narrowed his eyes with Turan for a moment, then realized that he was a big girl in front of him, and he waved again and again, saying "Not very OK ", blushing.
Turan didn't expect that the "teachers" in the rogue's mouth of the base actually had a book-like anger and actually had the function of "blushing". I felt very fresh. I even reached out and poked on Lu Bixing's face, suspecting that Mr. Lu was under the skin What a black technology's color changing device.
"Thin-skinned and hopeless, brother," Turan punched his shoulder in a rough voice, with a long heart, "Yevgenia is so shameless and hasn't got our general's hair, you have to learn a lesson. ! "
Lu Bixing took a punch from her, shook her left and right for a moment, and lowered her head.
"I've tried a few stuffy things, all of this type," Turan licked his lips cheerfully. "From how to slap to how to grasp the rhythm, the routine is very familiar, Bao Xuebaohui. I tell you, The stuffy stuff is very delicious. The best stuffy stuff like our boss can't be missed by passing by. You have to hurry up. "
"Okay." Lu Bixing grabbed his hair, pulled out the electronic sticky note from his personal terminal, and straightened his entire collar, "I'm welcome."
Turan hurriedly closed the two thighs that were off, tilted and overlapped together, struggling to make a handsome figure, and listened to his question.
"Uh ..." Lu Bixing thought about it and asked her, "What hobbies does he have?"
The captain of the ninth guard, who was a human teacher, blinked and blinked, and awkwardly scratched the two "tentacles" of her forehead. The first question was beyond the outline: "... ah? Love, hobby? "
Lu Bixing looked at her with clear eyes.
"Is it fancy?" Turan wrung his head and thought for a moment. "No ... then I can't remember it. Anyway, he won't do anything."
"Hey, dignified ... how so vulgar." Lu Bixing sighed and asked with an electronic note, "Does he like music? Does he have a favorite art? There is always a hobby sports, good body is not born."
"Our general is not elegant." Turing shook his head. "If he listens to music, there is only one case. It must be that Zhan Lu is annoying him. Aesthetics, it has always been a mystery, I do n’t think he knows Where does the door of the art hall open? As for sports ... Usually, physical fitness and fighting training are ours, not hobbies. I hate sports the most, I do n’t want to sit when I can lie down, and hate men most. Talking about competition, who talks about who, but what can I do? I can't help but do regular physical training. "
Lu Bixing began to think that the ninth guard captain who had blown a lot of cowhide was unreliable: "Then he used to be in the silver fortress. What should he use as a pastime?"
"Every living thing is his pastime. Tossing us is his greatest entertainment. In addition, he is always busy when he is fine."
Lu Bixing was shocked: "You have no holidays?"
"We have, rest." Turan said, "otherwise there is no chance to wave? Fooling with a colleague will be killed by the boss. But no one will follow him, anyway, except to go to Votto for a routine report, I do n’t see much. He left the post. "
"No sick leave?"
"The silver fortress's health management and medical standards are the highest in the league. If you are sick, you don't need special leave. You can't live with the sharpened head outside of incurable diseases." Turan waved his hand. "I told you so Well, it is said that he didn't show up even if his sister got married. It was a congratulatory gift from the Guardian. "
Lu Bixing took the electronic note back to his personal terminal, and it was confirmed that this big girl just didn't work: "Okay-what is his wish? Short-term and long-term count."
Turan looked blank.
"What about ideals?"
"How is the relationship with your family? You said he had a sister just now. It sounds a bit cold. Does he have any other relatives besides his sister?"
"In addition to work, he usually has more friends in which circles?"
"Is he concerned about the league?"
"Brother," Turan interrupted him very speechlessly. "Whether you want to sleep with him or write an autobiography for him? Can't we talk about how to undress a cold, sullen undress? Everyone is so busy. I have nowhere to stop my heavy armor. Are you serious? "
"Although I admire his body very much, in essence, human sexual behavior is just a series of natural reactions caused by stimulation of nerve endings. Massage places where the nerve endings are relatively shallow will have a similarly comfortable experience," said Lu Bixing. Academically speaking to the female hooligan science, "It's like a small animal with a furry hair purring-Captain, is there anything worth discussing about this little thing?"
Turan: "..."
She suddenly felt that she was not a vulgar hooligan, but a freak illiterate.
"Exploring a person and a relationship can bring a lot of freshness and happiness, otherwise it is better to find a medical cabin for a full-body massage, and you have to run in with each other." Lu Bixing said, "You don't feel gradually Is it a wonderful and fulfilling thing to know how another person feels, to keep up with his moody sorrow, and to take care of him? "
Turan felt like he had been stuffed into a classroom and was educated. The messy values ​​were reshaped by Teacher Lu, and his soul seemed to have been thoroughly washed. He lost his head and turned away. .
Lu Bixing found a cigarette that he didn't know who shoved him, and he didn't put it in his mouth, but the lingering smoke, he felt a little lonely-loneliness from Lin Jingheng.
Clear and dignified, clogging his chest, he couldn't even solve Turan's brain.
Lin Jingheng, who was stunned, sneezed twice under the pollen of the sky.
Zhanlu, who turned into a human form, followed him, saying, "According to the ancient folklore, this means someone scolded you."
Lin Jingheng gave him an expressionless look.
Zhanlu Panruo shook an icy cleverness unconsciously: "This is a joke-ha ha ha ... well, have you heard this joke?"
The mech is not biological. Lin Jingheng was too lazy to care about him. He raised his wrist and glanced at the personal terminal. There was a panoramic scan on his personal terminal. The areas of abnormal energy response were marked, and a circle spread on the image. Traces of a circle.
The place where they settled now is a planet named "Star Star". It is said that on the eight star galaxy, Gloria, it can be clearly seen that it rises and falls with morning haze. It is the eighth galaxy after Gloria star and Beijing beta star. The third largest planet was previously used by Prince Gloria Ares von as a temporary base.
Two silver guards dragged a dog like a dog and dragged a man to Lin Jingheng's feet. This man was wearing the clothes of Prince Gloria Guards. They were one of the captives they captured from space. Lin Jingheng could easily avoid surveillance and turn on the machine. A sneaks into the base of Prince Gloria's Guard by relying on this captured traitor.
The pirate captive narrowed his neck and coughed a few times: "The strongest energy response is in the Mech Depot, followed by the Mech Depot ... Heh ... the ground Mech depresses the local residents. This time is counter-intuitive. The Uyghur ’s prayer time is the most defensive, and patrols will be suspended for fifteen minutes ... but they have emergency grounds for ground transitions. Go to the mech station, you must shield them, or let them go. It would be troublesome to run along the space field. "
The Silver Guard holding him asked: "It's all anti-Uzbek inside?"
"It's true," the captive whispered, "our princes who brought us from the eight galaxy to the outside world don't really believe that, but those who eat and drink will have to pretend to look like them. But all of us Following His Royal Highness, you are almost done with your scourge. Those who are still at the base should be sent by the Anti-Uzbek ... General, I ’ll take you in, you ca n’t abuse the prisoners. We have n’t had anything outside the territory these years. On good days, the Fangwuwu are all neuropathy. Their brains are not the same as those of others. Be careful to talk to them with punctuation marks, otherwise they may not make you feel that you are ungodly and you will be persecuted. Governance, every day is a life of primitive people, personal terminals are also blocked, and people will eavesdrop on chats. If we do n’t fight with the alliance, we all feel that we wo n’t be able to touch the armor in this life. "
Lin Jingheng gave him a high look and raised his hand to everything.
Bai Yinwei stepped forward, covering the mouth of the chattering pirate and dragging it away. At the same time, the interference of the space field was calmly released, and Bai Yinwei passed through the base encryption gate.
The Anti-Ukraine Sure enough is carrying out a large-scale cult activity. People who cast their bodies on the knees are everywhere and are kissing the ground following the broadcast. The silver guards are in a group of four. Although they are a space army, the land battle is unequivocal. The tacit understanding broke into the main control room, the laser gun flickered silently a few times, and they were harassing the star pirates who stared at the surface. He didn't hum, and he was put down. After the break, the silver guard covered the people and arranged them neatly, neatly arranged in a row, and then took over the mechanized vehicles of the ground patrol of the Rifles Union.
The anti-Uzbek people reacted, it was too late, the space field was disturbed, and they caught people.
It took less than 20 minutes before and after Lin Jingheng ordered the entire base to be controlled.
"From the march road map we intercepted, the focus of the anti-Uzbek target is the other seven galaxies in the alliance. It seems that pirates outside the region also generally think that the eighth galaxy is a barren land, with little oil and water, except that the eighth galaxy is considered a betrayer. Prince Gloria, they do n’t intend to waste time here.
Zhanlu followed Lin Jingheng and reported,
Aris Feng has been mainly devastating since he reached the eighth galaxy. First he bombed three planets. Subsequently, we began to focus on the pursuit of the underground channel. We intercepted the order of the Rifles from the pirate mech-Rifles originally allowed Prince Gloria to control the eighth galaxy within six months, opening the channel for retreat and entering the alliance outside the territory. As one of the strategic deployments of Anti-Uzbekistan, then take the main force to the seven galaxies to converge. "
"Aris Feng Yang is violent," Lin Jingheng whispered. "He wants to be his native emperor in the eight galaxy."
Only the Gloria and Beijing β of the eight galaxies are quite popular. They are equipped with anti-missile systems and have certain local armed forces, so Ares Feng simply blew them up.
He was a mummy that hadn't died a hundred years ago. He had a torn copper and iron body, and still wanted to restore the barbaric glory of Prince Gloria's family.
"Yes, sir. I controlled the local communication network of Ares Von and the Anti-Uzbek Society, intercepted the information, and found that Ares Von did not fully report his movements in the eight galaxy. At present, Ares Von has died. The news has not yet spread, the eight galaxy is still a relatively closed environment. "
"Very good," Lin Jingheng said, "Let Turan move the heavy armor that they can't stop. Ares Feng's base belongs to me. Notify ..."
Lin Jingheng said half of what he said, suddenly stopped and looked at the corner of the anti-Ukraine base.
Zhan Lu followed his eyes and found that Lin Jingheng was watching an ecological garden.
Fangwu always flaunts people and nature. Everywhere you go, you can make the birds talk about flowers. I hope you can format every planet into a virgin forest. At the corner of the base, the artificially grown fruits and vegetables are showing up lushly, and a few small animals drill in and out, which seem out of place with this cruel organization.
The bottom of the farm is, of course, fungi.
Lin Jingheng walked over, bent over and looked at the mushroom culture medium.
The mushrooms in the shadows are holding the umbrella cover in aquatic spirits, which is quite amused.
Lin Jingheng took off his gloves, bent over and took a small shiitake mushroom. The wet hypha stuck to his hand.
According to historical data, Zhanlu Station thinks that Lin Jingheng may not like this kind of space-occupying things in the armed base, so he asks, "Do you need to move out, sir?"
"Keep it." Zhan Lu said abnormally when he heard his owner's silence for a moment.
Throwing down the shiitake mushrooms, Lin Jingheng took a few steps forward, remembered something, and walked back. He pointed to the culture medium of the mushroom and said, "That ... the culture medium and the mycelium can be transplanted a little, and put Repeat three times. "
Zhan Lu somehow: "Sir, where are you going?"
"Isn't there a green belt?" Lin Jingheng said without looking back, "dig out the useless ornamental green plants and plant them."
Zhan Lu: "..."
Watching the green belt full of mushrooms, Mech feels ashamed.