The crowd was silent for a moment.
Nagus's hand seemed to be an automatic washboard, rubbing his ragged trousers back and forth, grinding his thighs to a glossy finish, as if he were about to be consecrated.
"You see what you're saying," he said with his last struggle, "as if you two were going to live together."
Commander Nagus struggled halfway, and inexplicably remembered that strange house number, and suddenly he was agitated.
Lu Bixing didn't know how to respect the old and love the young at all, and he didn't give the old commanders any room for buffering.
Nagus: ""
Consecrated pants don't work!
The handsome soul of the fourth star system next to him reluctantly stuffed the hot tea into his mouth. Lu Bixing's reminder to "be careful with scalding" was delayed for a second. He had already burned his tongue into a roll, and almost spat out a screw from his mouth.
If this is the son or daughter of one of them, the old commanders will probably set off a wave of earth-shattering roars. But Lu Bixing didn't grow up under their noses. Although he quickly became acquainted with them after fighting side by side, after all, he had only known them for a short time. The old coaches were far less comfortable with him than with Lin Jingheng, who could beat him casually.
Furthermore, as the commander-in-chief of the Eighth Galaxy who had openly rebelled against the Alliance, this seemingly mild-tempered young man's skills and courage were displayed incisively and vividly when he methodically used the resources of the Eighth Galaxy. Strictly speaking, the Central Army and the Alliance Army. Now they are all relying on the temporary alliance to come to eat, and Lu Bixing is willing to take care of the friendship of the previous generation and call "uncle" in a timely manner, which has already given enough face. Everyone sits down and chats a few words about their families and life, but it's okay to talk, but it's not interesting to point and point.
According to social etiquette, this meeting should boast a few scenes such as "a match made in heaven" and "good eyesight", but Lin Jingheng was really "famous" in the league back then, and he had the temperament of a lonely star that strangers should not approach. Gu Si really couldn't boast without his conscience. He searched his bowels and scratched his stomach, but he couldn't figure out how to answer the next sentence, so he was shaking his legs.
There is a kind of person whose state is always tense and heavy. The texture of the whole person is like heavy metal with extremely high density. There is a huge ambition in the middle. , Fenghuaxueyue has no place to install.
Some of them will indulge their lives for the rest of their lives, some will die alone, and the rest will go into political marriage in a lawful manner, bound to the interests of the family. In the central district of Wotto, this kind of talent is the majority, and someone like Lu Xin is a rare non-mainstream. Lin Jingheng has always been "Wotto" in this regard.
But Nagus also knew that even if Lin Jingheng "released himself", it was impossible for him to be released onto Lu Xin's son. He was not a person of no importance.
"Uh" The old cloth next to him was the first to try to save the scene, "Jingheng sigh, Jingheng is also very good, the biggest advantage is that he won't be half-hearted, don't worry, right?"
The commanders quickly echoed: "Yes, yes."
Old Bu racked his brains and continued: "Isn't there a singer a few years ago, just the one who is very popular in the parliament, what's the name? It's shameless to post it publicly, and he also gave him two sentences. Has it come back? I see that there were a lot of messy people in the past, and they couldn't do it in front of him."
He hastily built a rudimentary step, and the old coaches swarmed down the steps.
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Nagus said "go away": "Not only before, but also in the future, I think even after death - don't worry, in the next 10,000 years, people will make historical romance dramas, and they will definitely have nothing to do with him."
"Have righteousness," the fourth star system commander continued to "go away" in a serious manner, "the monsters and ghosts posted outside will automatically appear in him."
Lu Bixing: ""
He felt that he might have taken a fancy to a mirror.
Nagus added in horror: "It's just that he has a bad temper, and he spoiled the general since he was a child. He used to be the one who made the final decision in the Silver Fortress, eh"
Lu Bixing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "He doesn't beat people or domestic violence, and he won't shoot me if he pulls out his socks under the pillow. Zhan Lu's chameleon crawls on him when he's okay, and it's still alive today, and he sometimes feeds it."
Nagus: ""
A chameleon-feeding Lin Jingheng—the cramped head limits his imagination.
Seeing that they were going to talk about the sky again, Lao Bu had to embarrassedly divert the topic in a more sublime direction, and said with emotion: "The Eighth Galaxy is a wilderness, and it was your father who brought hope here, General, and now it has become a place full of miracles. The galaxy, Jingheng looks more relaxed than when he was in Votto."
"If you like it, you are welcome to come and stay at any time."
"Don't, we old people are always bothering us, that stinky boy Lin Jingheng can put missiles in a teacup."
The old coaches talked and 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 here in the future."
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 sternly, "The Queen of the Freedom Legion has died, and the chip people in the alien galaxy have also cut off contact. Those chip people are leaderless, and it is indeed difficult to subvert the regime, but the harm is more dispersed. already."
In the past, the chip man had a unified will from top to bottom. It was a super force that could make orders and prohibitions. It could change the world overnight and usurp the law. Now the chip man has no unified will, but the effect of the chip on the human body is still there. The suppression is still there. Any high-level chip person can rely on the chip to gather a group of his own forces. If any one of them wants to be a disaster, it can cause trouble.
An anti-government armed group has turned into a dozen criminal gangs. From a macro perspective, the former is more terrifying, but in the eyes of ordinary people who are precarious, it is difficult to say which is more harmful.
Nagus called up the interstellar route map from his personal terminal: "Wolf blew up 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, you can reach the second galaxy in the shortest six Votto years and reconnect to the jump network. Six years, I don't know what it will be like. "
But no matter what happens, you have to go back. Even if you go back to face a piece of scorched earth, you have to dig out tree seeds from the ashes and plant them again. Not to mention six years, even sixty years or six hundred years, no soldier can give up on himself. 's homeland.
"According to the standard ration of nutrition needles, it is enough for a soldier to carry 36 nutrition needles. If the road is peaceful, he can even take a rotating sleep mode to consume less."
"Don't worry about supplies," Lu Bixing said. "The Eighth Galaxy has plenty of money in the past two years. If necessary, we can also send some accompanying support from Baiyinsili."
Lao Bu took a deep look at him: "The Eighth Galaxy was exiled by the Alliance for a hundred years, and the promised financial and technical support was repeatedly delayed due to the selfishness of the Management Committee, leaving this place to fend for itself. Later, due to the internal battle of the Alliance, someone led the wolf into the room, Pirates invaded the Alliance, and the innocent Eighth Galaxy was the first to bear the brunt. Later, the Eighth Galaxy became a pawn to contain the Anti-Ukraine Society and cover up the Forbidden Fruit. You were forced to close the transition channel and stay away from the Alliance. People are worthy of you, but now it is up to you.”
Lu Bixing still said with a smile: "Otherwise? Uncle Bu, after we closed the galaxy, we turned into a powerful military empire, and then waited for the opportunity to fight back when the alliance was in trouble, so as to carry forward the legacy of the pirate 'Glorious Corps'?"
The old man was speechless.
"The eight major galaxies are all victims of the management committee. There is no reason for the crimes of the few people in the center of the alliance to let all mankind back. There are diplomatic rules between the galaxies, and it is not a quarrel between kindergarten children. We," said Lu Bixing, raised his eyes, and tapped the armrest of the sofa lightly with his fingers on one side, "so - everyone, how about my Venus? Isn't it about to replace Votto?"
Lao Bu was shocked and suddenly pulled his perspective from the chaotic battle situation - Votto has become a mass of scorched earth. In front of the first galaxy, there is the frenzied Freedom Legion, and then there is the moody artificial intelligence, and it is a foregone conclusion.
In this case, the Eighth Galaxy has turned the tide and become the rear of the entire human coalition. Whether it is wartime or future post-war reconstruction, it is indispensable to rely on the support of the Eighth Galaxy, and the empty brain disease that was once exiled here, It will be the front line against the chip man - if all the major galaxies come to seek assistance, the precious emptiness of the silver four 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, does not submit to any forces, and is not "repaying grievances with virtue, regardless of gains and losses". When the turbulent world could no longer accommodate the dome of Xinghai Academy, he had to sharpen his sword every sixteen years to rebuild the rules of the new star calendar that had existed for three hundred years.
Anyway, Principal Lu has nothing to do, so he just dares to think.
The veterans of the Central Army sat at Lu Bixing's house for an afternoon in the name of a private meeting, and roughly finalized the next move of the human coalition. For the rest, all parties need to work together in an orderly manner. Lu Bixing politely left them to eat. At dinner, Nagus stared at the chameleon with mixed emotions for a moment, put down the military and political affairs, and remembered this unforgettable fate, so he waved his hand at him weakly: "No, a few of us. We've never been to Galaxy City, we want to go and wander around."
So that evening, a photo made the headlines of Galaxy City—several old marshals from alien galaxies lined up under the stone statue of Lu Xin in the square, which together were a thousand years old. The collective burst into tears, and the scene was earth-shattering.
Lu Bixing slipped back to the bedroom, Lin Jingheng was already awake, the after-effects of overuse of the soothing agent were probably over. He was wearing a coat, sitting on the chair beside the bed and flipping through Ringer's note, when he heard the movement, he turned his head. Without looking up, he said, "All gone?"
"Well," Lu Bixing walked over on the soft carpet, stretched his back against the back of his chair, and then collapsed into a human-shaped cloak, hanging himself on Lin Jingheng, "I guess I'm going to the square. "
Lin Jingheng raised his eyes in surprise: "I guess? Why didn't they let you accompany them when they were going to the square?"
Lu Bixing hummed and sniffed around his neck without speaking.
Lin Jingheng stretched out two fingers to clamp his chin.
Lu Bixing: "I wasn't too happy about them disturbing my life, so I told them."
Lin Jingheng was inexplicable: "What did you say?"
"Say that from my body to my heart, every cell is yours," Lu Bixing couldn't rub his chin between his chin, so he imitated the bad biological popcorn, quickly stuck out his tongue and licked it, and when he closed the door, he was speechless. "Take off your clothes and it's covered with your private print, Commander, I"
He didn't say anything, something was suddenly buckled 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 one in Ringle's proposal.
"Is it tight?" Lin Jingheng asked.
This model ring seems to be a "wave-stopping agent". Chief Lu, with his tail up, was immobilized, and he shook his head dumbly as if he was a wooden stake.
"Oh, good." Lin Jingheng entered the dimensions of the model in the personal terminal, placed a custom order, and asked very casually, "And then, those old people went to the statue of Lu Xin and hanged themselves?"
Lu Bixing said absently, "Say you are a mirror of the demon."
Lin Jingheng: ""
Lu Bixing came back and found that he was talking nonsense. He scratched his hair angrily: "No, I have to say something meaningful, and repeat it again, ahem, me."
Lin Jingheng didn't give him a chance to make up for it, and his shoulders shook.
Lu Bixing threw himself on him: "Be serious! What's wrong, why do you always keep your face straight when you shouldn't be serious, and laugh when you should?"
The jacket slipped off, and Lin Jingheng laughed.
Between his hands and feet, the note on his knee fell to the ground, and a page of paper was thrown out. Lu Bixing thought it was a paper record that fell into disrepair and fell off the page, and quickly picked it up: "If this is placed in a 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 very delicate, but it was quite human. At a glance, I could recognize that this was the Marshal Ringel in the history books. meaning.
Lu Bixing asked strangely, "Is this a self-portrait?"
"No." Lin Jingheng tapped the signature in the corner, "Wolf's trace."
Lu Bixing stared at the self-portrait for a moment, his face slowly turned serious, and he muttered, "Why did that artificial intelligence send this out?"
"Artificial intelligence is artificial intelligence after all," Lin Jingheng said, "it is different from the living Woolf."
Lu Bixing's fingers slowly slid over Woolf's gentle signature, as if slipping through a secret and deep emotion, he pondered for a moment: "No, I was thinking that the mechanical age was overthrown by them, Woolf may be now The person who knows the most about super artificial intelligence in the world will not fail to understand the difference between carbon-based organisms and artificial intelligence."
So why does a person who counts everything, let an uncontrollable artificial intelligence that does not know what kind of permissionless artificial intelligence it will develop to occupy the first galaxy
Just to deal with the Free Legion
One-time use, what to do next? An artificial intelligence without a permissionless framework is equivalent to having free will. Can it really go to sleep as he envisioned
What was the old man thinking when he arranged everything
Near the natural wormhole area.
The chip man captives have been wearing jammers and are being held uniformly.
"Captain of the Guard," a silver three technician ran over to Thomas Yang and said, "There are traces of artificial intelligence intrusion in the Mecha communication system of the Freedom Legion. Do we need to clear it immediately?"
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