Chapter 1961: The origin of Xingjue

Seeing the "defeated" fighting sword, Su Ming smiled slightly.
Bringing Peter by yourself is not purely for Jason's reward, or simply to help the boy learn about cosmic mercenaries. This is also an arrangement that serves multiple purposes.
To deal with the Xi'a, it is not only Colonel Sanders who restrains them. Anyone who is good at singing and dancing is their nemesis!
Like the soldiers who fought with a few people before, even if they can kill a few people on Earth, they will be killed by their own people when they go back, because they listened to the song, watched the dance, and violated Shia’s law in full view. One.
Maybe they are not afraid of death, but it is meaningless to die like that, so the death knell kills them, but they have achieved their name of loyalty and bravery.
That's why Dou Jian didn't mention the soldiers who died in the hands of the death knell after meeting, and entered into a closed space like a spaceship to meet with a few people alone.
It is a pity that a person like him who is purely a soldier is too easy to be seen through by the death knell.
"Stop it, Peter, you have done something."
Su Ming pressed the top of the boy's head as if he had taken a picture of an alarm clock ringing next to the bed, and the sound stopped immediately.
"Really? Then my headphones..."
Peter was happy and sad again, and looked down at the black gray under his feet.
The death knell's rule is that if you give, you must be rewarded. No matter you or someone else, you should be paid for your efforts. He smiled and replied:
"I will ask someone to send you a new limited edition from the earth, and I will prepare a big gift for you."
"Thank you boss."
Peter happily spouted a snot bubble, took a straw ball from his pocket, and chewed it aside happily.
Su Ming stood at the boy's original position, looked condescendingly at the sword fighting sitting on the floor, saw that the purple face seemed to be grayer, and shook his head:
"you lose."
"Yes, Supreme Mage, I never thought I would lose, nor did I think that failure is so uncomfortable." Dou Jian lowered his head, looking very calm.
He knew that if that human boy really went on the battlefield, he could kill him by blowing his own breath. But in terms of dance, I am afraid that no one in the universe is his opponent.
But what else? There was no choice at the beginning.
The Supreme Master, Thunder God, and Phoenix were all staring at each other, and the death knell was threatening, and even uttered the word ‘Mad King’, which meant that they might turn their faces at any time.
The princess let herself come to the truce, whether it can achieve the other additional effects in the plan, but he believes that he can do it, it will make it difficult to ride a tiger.
But after being seen through the death knell, apart from breaking the boat and competing with the opposing gigolo, he had no other way to let a few people follow him and fly out as a captive.
Can't fight, can't fight, this is the most embarrassed.
"Very well, you go back and prepare the guard of honor and the courtesy boat to pick us up. The Royal Princess wants to take us to demonstrate the plan, I can’t agree to it, but I don’t mind helping you show sincerity, as long as we show You have to become an ally, should you be able to fulfill your Highness's wishes? Bring some reporters, if you have this profession."
Su Ming flipped his wrist and made a gesture of seeing off the guests in the direction of the door, indicating that Doujian could leave.
Being led away in a line like a captive, or being picked up in a normal diplomatic way, there is a big difference, at least it is clear who is strong and who is weak.
Humans are not weaker than any aliens, and it is impossible for Su Ming to admit defeat in this regard.
But if the eldest princess just wanted to appease the masses, intimidate the rebels, and show off the ownership of the Phoenix, Su Ming's method would have given her face.
It's just that the Shia Empire is getting used to it, and has not thought of the second method.
"Haha, it's really chicken's wisdom." Looking through the cab glass as Doujian flew to the sky griefly, the death knell smiled and took a puff: "You should wash your face, change your clothes, and change your clothes. There are photos and videos, don’t be dirty and embarrass people on earth."
The two women immediately left hand in hand. The woman still paid more attention to her appearance, but Peter didn't even realize how dirty he was. He was still picking the plant filaments between his teeth.
"Boss, why did you sorely kill these chicken men before, but now you suddenly intend to cooperate again?"
"The third lesson of the cosmic mercenary is that there are no eternal enemies, only eternal benefits." Su Ming breathed out a puff of smoke, sat down and relaxed his legs on the dashboard: "Now is the time period for the chicken king to fight for hegemony. The High Landra is obviously more beneficial to the earth than the High Death Bird."
"Uh, but it's good for the earth, what does it have to do with you?" Peter dipped his finger in saliva and wiped his Walkman button, and asked curiously.
Su Ming glanced at him and asked him to bring the ashtray with his clean hand: "If you have a planet when you control the destiny of billions of people, you know the benefits of the planet to its owner. What's the use?"
"I thought the owner of the earth was Odin." Peter lowered his voice like a thief: "I have heard in the universe that the earth is called one of the nine realms, and it is the territory of the Asa gods."
"A lot of people think so, but they won't think so soon." Su Ming blinked at him, took the ashtray, and fluttered down the ash: "But you are also a human, remember not to be a traitor~www. EbookFREE.me~ I don’t want to have to screw your head off someday."
Peter saw that the black bean sprouts also emerged from the captain's shoulders, and a pair of crescent-shaped eyes stared at him, his fangs glowing with cold.
He swallowed hard, and licked his lips to change the subject: "I don't know anything, let alone say anything... The boss, you see you all have your own code names, or else You also give me a code name? It feels pretty cool."
Death Knell, Thor, Phoenix, this is great.
"Don't you have a code name? Yongdu gave it to you." The flame of the cigarette shone slightly, and then went dark again, and the death knell said unwillingly: "What is it called? Hairless monkey? Light skin dwarf?"
Peter's eyes became dead fish, and he simply sat on the floor:
"That's too ugly! Give me a cool guy, now you are my captain."
"Well, what is your dream?"
Su Ming posed the classic mentor question. This is not the stage for the king of heaven. Peter will never answer that it is singing, right?
The boy thought for a while, he lowered his head and rubbed his walkman, then pulled up his jacket and looked at the sign on his chest: "Well, let's be a qualified predator first, and then become famous and make a lot of money. , Like you again, make some of your own planet to play with, and be a free person.
"That is to say, you want to be the landlord of certain planets?" The death knell moved his legs and feet, watching the many spaceships slowly descending in the sky and the welcome team coming out from it: "Then it is the lord of the stars. From now on, your code name will be StarLord."
Peter was very happy. He felt that the code name seemed as appropriate as it should have belonged to him, and immediately danced a passionate samba dance.