Vol 3 Chapter 334: Blame...

The last one.
Qiao Jiang looked at the heads of people surging around the field, a slender arm was raised, and the number displayed on the watch corresponded to the number in his hand, indicating that this somewhat shy boy was the last questioner Up.
　　 I don’t know why. The first few lucky viewers’ questions were quite sharp. If he hadn’t memorized the answers from Xing Junhao in advance, I’m afraid he would have overturned.
　　 "Is there anything I can answer for you?" Qiao Jianggao asked EQ.
　　 The boy was a little unaccustomed to speaking in front of everyone. He stammered for a long time, and was patted by the companion behind him, before he uttered the question in one breath.
　　 As Qiao Jiang expected, it is indeed a problem that has nothing to do with technology.
　　 "I... have a chance to drive the Bushfire?"
　　 After the boy finished speaking, he waited nervously for Qiao Jiang's reply.
　　......
　　 With the sound of the broadcast, the second floor of the exhibition, that is, the area where the prosthetic registration is really provided, opened on time, and the audience who had been waiting too long also poured in, and the first one rushed to the registration point.
　　 "Your promise to that child is true?"
　　 In the open-air corridor, Luo Zhenghui supported the railing, waved to the people on the ground one floor from him in response, and then looked at Qiao Jiang beside him.
　　 They didn't seem to be upset by the participation of the silver mask.
　　 Qiao Jiang was taken aback, then smiled and said yes.
Luo Zhenghui couldn't help but shook his head and said: "Within thirty years, not only will the mechas protect humans, but also everyone will have their own mechas to protect themselves... This is almost perfect. Sweet dreams."
　　 "Does Mr. Luo find this kind of thing very difficult?" Qiao Jiangyi asked, leaning back on the railing and looking up at the gray sky.
　　 "More than hardship, I was naive to think that for thirty years, I could take mankind to the stars. However, more than thirty years later, I am still bound to this land."
　　 Luo Zhenghui also propped his elbows on the railing and looked at the ground.
　　 "Oh? What is bound by it? Technical ability?" The agent of the mountain fire asked. This is the experience that the senior has summed up with time, which can be more or less a reference.
　　 "No, but this will be ended soon, you will enter a good era, if..."
　　 Luo Zhenghui opened his mouth halfway, but stopped suddenly, "That's fine."
Qiao Jiang laughed when he heard the words, "Is that right? This is the confidence of seniors? Actually, seniors thought too pessimistically for me. Mr. Luo has been restrained so far. That's because you are pioneers and you have a good direction and a good way. Struggling forward, it’s actually more than 30 years than expected, that’s reasonable, but I’m different.
　　 "I have a senior to be a Pathfinder. As long as the senior can complete the achievements in the next thirty years, when the universe is so big and my wildfire technology has matured, then one person and one mecha are definitely necessary."
　　 Qiao Jiang smiled happily, and suddenly stepped forward to pat Luo Zhenghui and said, "I hope you don't mind if we step on your shoulders."
　　 After all, Qiao Jiangli was dressed up and walked to the other side of the open-air gallery bridge, where his temporary assistant and boss was waiting.
　　 Back to the temporary rest room of the Shanhuo Group, all the devices inside have been checked, so Qiao Jiang and Luo Zeyue can also speak freely.
　　 "Why are you so kind to him?" Luo Zeyue asked in confusion.
　　 This is not to doubt Qiao Jiang's original identity, but simply to address the conversation on the bridge just now.
　　 "Ah? What do you mean? Mr. Luo? Isn't it right to respect him?" Qiao Jiang sat on the sofa with his legs upright, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said with a long sigh.
"Ok--?"
　　 Qiao Jiang looked at his legs crossed on the coffee table, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose also stiffened.
　　 He has never had the habit of raising his feet high.
　　 "You are in the play." Luo Zeyue frowned and said
　　 "No, something is wrong." Qiao Jiang suddenly tightened his back, and a lean and capable gray shadow ejected from his body, squeezing his bulging fists that looked like a real person and slammed into his head!
　　嘭! ! !
　　 Immediately before the fist touched the hair roots of the scalp, a gloomy arrogance suddenly shot out of Qiao Jiang's body, and was then broken by a punch!
　　 And all this, Luo Zeyue couldn't see it, she could only feel a cyclone suddenly appear in the room.
　　 But this is enough to arouse her vigilance.
　　 "What is it?"
　　 Qiao Jiang's expression was a little bad, and he said, "The influence of mental imagery has now been lifted."
　　 The face color difference is not that he was hit and injured by himself, but that he was frightened.
　　 He didn't know when he was hit.
　　 Suddenly, he thought of a purple firework.
　　 Judging from the signs on the ground, that tongue of flame is so powerful that if it hits him, he will lose half his life if he doesn't die.
　　 But when he passed by wiping his shoes, he didn't feel threatened, so that he even turned his head and forgot about it. If it weren't for this mist, he couldn't even remember it now.
　　 And Luo Zeyue also thought of that scene.
　　 "Yes! The Luo family is a spiritual family, he has never shown his ability in front of me, or..." Luo Zeyue's brow cast a cloud of haze.
　　 Yes, Luo Zhenghui has never revealed his abilities to others, even his two daughters, so many people now even think that Luo Zhenghui is the only incompetent person in the world.
　　 Now it seems that Luo Zhenghui is not just a superpower, he is estimated to be a very high level, level B? A grade?
"In other words, the horse inspector actually found out? The purple flame interrupted his influence on us? I remember that we almost followed his words and rejected the horse inspector. Now that I think about it, it's strange, why even I will follow He speaks..." Luo Zeyue felt that something was wrong the more he thought about it.
　　 "Then why do you find that something is wrong with me now, you should be the same as me?"
　　 Luo Zeyue didn't know. When she turned around to contact Luo Zhenghui, she was suddenly caught by Qiao Jiang's thoughts.
　　 "Look at this." Qiao Jiang reminded with some confusion.
　　 Luo Zeyue turned to look, and saw that a small corner was burnt to coke on the clothes behind her.
　　 is also the hand of Ma Jianji?
　　 "Then why didn't he expose Luo Zhenghui in time?"
　　 Seeing this, Luo Zeyue and Qiao Jiang were also puzzled.
　　 "Will it be a test for us? If we can't get rid of the influence after helping this way, are we not qualified to cooperate with him?"
　　 Luo Zeyue squeezed his chin and thought, "I think about it now, he is obviously suggesting that we cooperate."
　　 "But in terms of his ability, what are the benefits of cooperating with us?" Qiao Jiang asked rhetorically.
"No...no, his focus at the time was only the technology of the exhibits in the exhibition...Remember my last question? He said that it is not a problem if the number is not enough, indicating that what he is fancy is not our wildfire." Luo Zeyue's expression was as tangled as a plate of exquisite and delicious cake was served before a hot and spicy barbecue.
　　Weird, this feels so weird.
　　 "Then it can only mean...He is testing Xingzhou? Is there something wrong with Xingzhou?"
　　 If you say so, everything seems to make sense.
　　 But they have seen those things, Xing Junhao didn't say there was a problem?
　　 Qiao Jiang immediately raised this doubt.
　　Yes, Xing Junhao can make that mountain fire mecha. Qiao Jiang knows that he has imitated some of the nerve conduction technology of the star boat. In this way, Xing Junhao can’t be unclear... Maybe so?
　　 Luo Zeyue is also thinking about this question. If you know that it is a price comparable to that of an SS-class Venerable, how could Luo Zhenghui not be jealous, and how could he give up?
　　 It can only be said that there are really hidden secrets in those "technologies", and as long as the parts are complete, the secrets can be easily seen, which caused Luo Zhenghui to react violently.
　　 Then why Xing Junhao...
　　 Is Luo Zhenghui too avant-garde? Do not......
　　 Luo Zeyue put his arms around his chest and lit his chin. He couldn't help but start to sprout suspicious buds in his heart.
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　　 "My lord, really... give up the plan?"
　　 Luo Zhenghui stood in front of the window overlooking the earth, overlooking the bustling crowd. He seemed a little different at this time, losing the unique temperament that had just rejected Langren.
　　 "Yes, there is a terrifying existence that can overwhelm the Talisman in the Convention and Exhibition Center. We can't take any risks. I can't die in full view."
　　 This Luo Zhenghui said, watching the ground motionlessly with sharp eyes.
　　A few young people were reading with some strange leaflets underneath, and he couldn't help imitating this habit copied from the flesh: he raised his eyebrows to express doubt and impatience.
　　 He has every detail of the exhibition in his mind, and there is no part of distributing "leaflets".
　　 If these young people brought it along when they came by themselves... then why are the holders so widespread?
　　 Luo Zhenghui's eyes moved slowly, and he saw that many people were holding similar leaflets in their hands.
　　 "The words on the flyer... are weird, why don't you recognize them." Luo Zhenghui tilted his head, and there was no corresponding writing system in his knowledge reserve.
　　 Maybe it is the secret text of what organization?
　　 "Go, bring a few up to me."
　　 "Sir? Take... flyers? Oh oh yes yes, I'm going now."
　　 The clerical officer who was stared hurriedly ran off.
　　......
　　 "How long will Langren go? We have all been sitting here for a few hours."
　　 The gray-haired and blue-eyed alien girl grumbled dissatisfiedly.
　　 "I'm afraid it is not something that can be solved by force. Otherwise, how could it be so peaceful outside? I thought we would find a place to hide from the storm."
　　 Longyin said in a low voice, she had seen Langren go to work. Then, like a bulldozer, the wall was ruined, and there had been no movement outside for so long. It is estimated that Langren was going to play a role-playing game. .
　　 Speaking of it, Langren is also quite talented in acting. I don’t know when he can play against it...
　　 Longyin didn't know what he thought of, and the tips of her ears were slightly ruddy.
　　 Luo Fenglin sat on the window sill, with the ability of Ami Aiya's clone, at least she didn't need to hide it on the bay window.
It's just that the inner drama of the two "sisters" behind her makes her ashamed. One is like a natural sister. In addition to eating and eating, it is meat and meat. There is also a picture of the Lord Xing Luo in between. I want to tell her father about the delicious food in the future~ EbookFREE.me~ is very optimistic.
　　 The other is a bit too precocious like herself, but in her mind is the guy who is full of fighting, mosaics and calculations, but why is Langren so pretty in her mind? .
　　‘Is this the fan filter? Or is it a love filter? It seems that my sister occasionally has this...’
　　 Thinking of this, Luo Fenglin couldn't help but shudder all over her body. Longyin saw this scene and quickly stepped forward to ask her coldness.
　　 "It's okay, that's--" Luo Fenglin was about to refuse the drape of her coat, but half of the words suddenly stopped. After a moment of stunned, she suddenly leaned on the closed glass window and stared downstairs.
　　 "What's the matter?" Seeing Luo Fenglin's abnormal behavior, the other two little girls became vigilant. Langren also explained before leaving, pay attention to Luo Fenglin.
　　 This attention is not to alert Luo Fenglin, but to pay attention to her actions, she can survey potential threats.
　　 "Who has a problem?" Longyin asked, while looking down at Luo Fenglin's line of sight.
　　 Seems nothing special? Some people are looking at the flyer, maybe it was sent out at the exhibition.
　　 With her current physique and eyesight, it is not a big problem to read the words on books dozens of meters away, so she concentrates on reading what is written on the flyer.
　　 However, she only saw the obscurity and darkness on the leaflets, and nothing else.
　　 "Mischief?" she wondered.
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