Voto.

After listening to Wang Allen's long speech, Woolf first looked at him calmly for a moment, then Ba turned his face to the direction of the valley. Without saying a word for a long time, his eyelids were old and four folds were sagging, as if he had no strength to open it, as if he was asleep.

But Wang Ailun didn't say a word, not even having any extra eyes, just waiting quietly beside him.

The Secretary-General was originally a patient person. Over the past few years, he became more and more impatient. He obeyed the orders and spoke at the right time. Woolf asked him to say that he said with reason and basis, and he said whatever he wanted to hear. If Woolf had any expression or movement that made him shut up, he would shut up resolutely - not only did he shut up, but he even closed his eyes and gods, just like he had never been curious or expressed his desire, but he was just an artificial intelligence that looked very similar to humans.

If Woolf really fell asleep halfway through this, Wang Ailun could just pull down the protective cover in the pavilion in the hillside for him as if nothing had happened, cover the quilt, adjust the temperature and humidity, arrange everything in the marshal's mansion properly and then walk away, as if he was just coming to make a pot of soy sauce to report, gentle, kind, respectful, cautious, and not caring about his "true insight" being neglected.

Many mediocre people who think they are smart are not easy to restrain their desire to perform, let alone an ambitious person like Wang Ailun? However, he did it without any loss.

Woolf had been "breaking" for about five minutes before suddenly speaking, and he said, "Don't make the idea of ​​the Eighth Galaxy."

Wang Ailun's eyes flashed slightly and he explained softly: "Marson, the alliance is unified, human beings have no borders, and it has been three hundred years since they suddenly claim to be independent, I'm afraid..."

"I know what you want to say," Woolf interrupted him, "You want to say that the rebels in the Eighth Galaxy may have obtained the complete Nuwa technology now. They can freely shuttle through the wormholes, but our theory in this regard is still blank, and we have unilaterally opened up the channels of contact, so we are confident and dare to openly rebel from the alliance, which has become an irregular/bomb/bomb in the Heart of Rose."

Wang Ailun pursed his lips: "I have concerns about this."

"Allen, we finally got rid of this toxic layer of soil, put things right and planted the saplings again, and then we must raise it well, instead of thinking about cutting down the trees of our neighbors all day long. When the Eighth Galaxy was not independent, we never saw you treat them as our own people." Woolf whispered, "Humans have no borders, and human society is prone to lose their sense of layering, development stagnation, and falling into some kind of social 'clusterophobia'. This is not necessarily a good thing... This is what Lin Jingheng understood when he was fourteen or five years old. Do you still want me to teach me now? A neighbor who is eyeing may not be a bad thing for the alliance that has just recovered from the post-war period. Our biggest enemy at this stage is this new type of interstellar terrorism of the Free Legion."

When Wang Ailun heard him mention Lin Jingheng again, he felt uncomfortable and felt that Woolf was pitiful. No matter how hard he kills and makes a decisive person, it turns out that once he gets old, he will be affected by physiological factors. If his body lacks qi and blood, he will easily become sticky. This will definitely be the thought of the old love of the pile of old sesame seeds and rotten grains again.

The "old love" of these people is like cockroaches. They finally have to be cruel to get rid of it. After a while, they are revived and come back.

Wang Ailun thought: "It's not over."

But he did not talk back to Woolf, judging Woolf's expression. He retreated and said with emotion: "Yes, Jingheng... Jingheng is indeed a genius that is rare in a century. I have never seen a second person like him, who can create miracles forever. After sixteen years, he can still regain the Ten Silver Guards. If he were a comrade, it would be a relief to hear this name. And he actually left in the Heart of Rose, with affection and righteousness. I have been reflecting for a while, Marshal, did he do it too well when the Seventh Galaxy retreated? If he was still in the alliance, he could still use it for us..."

Woolf sighed softly: "He is not called 'feelings and righteousness'. Allen, he may have loves and righteousness, but at most it is just an ounce, a mouthful. How could you see it? He is just bowing to the situation."

"In that situation sixteen years ago, if Lin Jingheng was not trapped in the eighth galaxy, the news was not well-informed, if the Silver Ten Guards did not abide by their declaration of freedom and were blocked on the road, if Lin Jingheng had seen the list of forbidden fruits, he would have taken action at that time, ruining us and letting the alliance die completely. The people admired a powerful military leader, and the Central Army followed him in terms of affection and understanding. The internal division of the dysfunctional society was originally divided, and Hope might not be willing to be his enemy. Although the Glorious Regiment occupied the first galaxy, it was also trapped in the first galaxy. It was not difficult to solve them-even Lin Jingshu would probably go underground because of him to avoid head-on conflict with him. At that moment, the future fate of mankind was tied to Lin Jingheng's fingertips. We were competing for fate with heaven, and we didn't want to lose all the money, we had to endure the pain to get rid of him."

"It's different now. Now the alliance and the Central Army are solid and the war is over. Lin Jingshu is just a crazy anti-social criminal. The opportunity to turn the tide is over, so he can only acknowledge this result." Wang Allen lowered his head more humble, "You still know him."

"I will tell you again that since Lin Jingheng is silent in the Heart of Rose, he will remain silent in his lifetime. At least one generation, within two hundred years, the Eighth Galaxy and the Alliance will still break the bones and the tendons of the neighbors. The Age of Discovery predicts that a small change will change in five years, and a earth-shaking change in ten years. The Eighth Galaxy can change, so why can't the Alliance? Everyone is peaceful, threatening each other, and retreating from each other. Isn't this good?" When Woolf said this, his eyes once again showed a terrifying light, not at all like he was in his 320s. His thinking was very clear, and he couldn't hear the confusion that he could not remember anything just now. "Allen, people can have ambitions, but they can't be too inflated. You have to know how to restrain yourself!"

Wang Ailun sincerely said yes, but his fingers behind him slowly tightened and clenched his fists.

Woolf stood up with a crutch, and Wang Allen hurriedly came forward to help.

At this time, Woolf's nose moved and murmured: "The smell of black tulips... is my 'Night Queen' open?"

Wang Ailun's orbicularis muscle contracted slightly, and quickly returned to its original state. He said without changing his face: "Ah, is there any?"

"It's Queen Ye that blooms, Queen Ye that blooms, and it's time for his death." Woolf said, "Has the Stele Forest been repaired? I'm going to see him, and I'll go tomorrow."

"Mr. Lin?" Wang Allen asked inexplicably, "Marantor, wasn't Lin's death day before the Glorious Legion returned to Votto? Our small ceremony this year was held in the Angel City Fortress, have you forgotten?"

The terrifying light in Wolf's eyes was turbid and dim again. He glanced at Wang Allen blankly. After a while, he seemed to have difficulty recalling: "Well... Yes, Angel City Fortress... is this happening... Weird, why did I get confused again as I said it?"

Wang Allen laughed unscrupulously: "You are busy with everything and think about too many things every day. You think about problems from the entire interstellar community. These small things are my job. You remember clearly. Am I going to be unemployed? Come on, pay attention to the bottom of my feet and slow down."

The lights in the Marshal's Mansion slowly dimmed, and only the street lights and the decorative lights around the periphery were still on. Wang Ailun took care of Woolf's sleep like a filial son and grandson, and left on his own. It was almost midnight at this time. Wang Ailun used to live at Woolf's house so that he could be on call.

But after the Alliance Central Committee recaptured Votto, Wang Allen was no longer Woolf's private secretary, and he was the Grand Secretary-General of the Alliance Parliament at the time. In the past, this position was always controlled by the Eden Management Committee. The previous Secretary-General was still from the Gedden family. He married Votto's first beauty. Even those generals who were above the top of the Military Commission had to give in to him. However, in his busy official duties, he still did not forget the old marshal and ran to the Marshal's Mansion every few days. Occasionally, the idiots in the Military Commission even regarded him as the little secretary. He didn't care, and he didn't forget his foundation after he got his ambition.

Wang Ailun set the driving route, the car automatically drove to the air lane, and walked back smoothly at a constant speed. A voice sounded on his personal terminal, with an unnatural mechanical hoarse sound, and another voice changer: "What do you say about the 'Old Lion King'?"

"The fangs of the 'Old Lion King' are shaking. I think he can't even tear the raw meat anymore. What else can I say?" Wang Allen smiled coldly. "He wants to tolerate the snake beside his pillow and pretend they don't exist. He also wants to play the 'Friendly Neighbor' game, just like he was not the one who ordered the weeds to be eradicated back then."

"Not surprising at all," said the voice in the voice changer. "But it's nothing. After all, it's the person buried above the head. Don't worry, Allen - a friendly neighbor is a friendly neighbor. "Friendly neighbor" will have normal diplomatic relations sooner or later. If not, we will make one for him. Independent galaxies cannot always be a seamless egg."

A gloom flashed across Wang Ailun's face.

At this time, the person in the voice changer asked again: "How about it, does he still like my 'Night Queen'?"

Wang Ailun's face slowed down: "Ah, that's really a little miracle... How did you do it?"

The person in the voice changer smiled. The sound was very harsh, hoarse and mechanical, and could not hear men and women at all. But when this person smiled, there was a kind of lingering tail sound that could not be concealed, and it was curling and seductive: "You big guys, you think of missiles/munitions in your mind every day, and you never care about the people inside. It seems that your personal qualities are insignificant in the space war. As for me, I have no ability to compete with the military industry directly under your Military Commission. If you want some weapons to defend yourself, I just like to make some gadgets. But then, before you realize the automation of the war, will the mecha and other things have to be directed by people? Then we will have a happy cooperation, Secretary-General Wang."

Wang Ailun's mouth moved slightly, and the words "Secretary-General" touched him. In the car that was only his own, he finally showed his hideous greed without any concealment.

After the Serbian star was kidnapped by interstellar pirates, the number of users of secret opium chips began to slowly rise in the nearby artificial space stations.

In the past, opium was considered an illegal substitute for Eden. With the promotion of the alliance, most people knew it was a drug and dared not touch it. However, when the asteroid was kidnapped, they found that there were pirates from the Free Legion around them, and these people who had injected chips were often the "elites" who usually seemed to be the most energetic, self-disciplined and most stable in their emotions.

This is completely different from the "drug users" I usually remember.

At that time, the artillery fire of the pirates of the Free Legion was outside the atmosphere. Many starships that fled to outer space were knocked down at the beginning, but many people on the ground actually had no feeling. The pirates who "kidnapping" them only controlled the administrative and military institutions on the asteroid at that time, and were very good to the ordinary people on the ground. They also came to apologize from door to door, leaving some small gifts. Many people were confused about learning that they were kidnapped, and then followed them onto the starship in a confused manner, and were let go because the Ten Silver Guards disrupted the situation.

One statement quietly spreads around the Serbian Star, saying that the Free Legion was labeled as a "pirate", is actually a conspiracy of the alliance, and "opium" is not a drug, but an upgraded version of the Garden of Eden, which can promote human evolution, and is that the government does not allow uncontrollable evolutionary people to be produced, which deceives the people in this way.

"Master, look." A researcher-like white coat opened a huge interstellar thumbnail for Lin Jingshu to see. All the human activity areas on it were marked with colors, from white to pink, red, dark red, red brown, etc., gradually deepened, and finally approached black. The darker the color, the higher the opium penetration rate. "A small amount of white/region is the place where the penetration rate of the first generation of chips is below 3%. It is temporarily necessary to lie in and expect. The penetration rate of rose red/region exceeds 8%, which will form a certain atmosphere in the local area. 8% is a very magical number. We found that once this threshold is exceeded, the popularity rate of chips will increase by a leap. Red and brown is the penetration rate exceeding 3.

0% of the places, more than 30%, often means that we have actually controlled this place, and the black/region is that there are second-generation or more chip people in the area. People in this area voluntarily join the order of our free ideal country. They can replace permanent chips and are our citizens - this is an ideal state. At present, these areas that enter the ideal state are in a relatively marginal area. I think our focus for some time in the future is not to rush to expand the black/region, and focus on the rose red and above areas, so that as many places as possible are dyed red and brown, on the one hand, this is safer, and on the other hand, it can also bring more economic benefits."

Lin Jingshu nodded absent-mindedly, and her eyes fell on a pure white area - the Independent Eighth Galaxy.

"Your family has never taught you, can't you always hide your head and tail?"

"Bastard, do you have to come here to seek death!"

The man's voice kept echoing in her ears, and Lin Jingshu's hands hanging beside her suddenly tightened, and her nails were embedded in her flesh.

The pure white eighth galaxy, the stars on the star are like a curtain.

President Lu now wants to hang a sign on the door and write the three big words "Not to pick up customers".

Lu Bixing is a very typical extroverted personality. The difference between extrovert and introvert is not in whether he speaks and acts lively, nor in whether he is good at dealing with interpersonal relationships, but whether he is the way the person absorbs spiritual energy is outward or inward.

In his carefree youth, he was always curious about everything outside and was willing to contact and communicate with all kinds of people. Even in his most painful and craziest years, he was forced to become restrained and restrained, and his way of absorbing energy was still extroverted. For example, letting him take responsibility and leading everyone to do things is much better than letting him think alone late at night.

But no matter how extroverted a person is, he cannot be free in his ears for a moment.

Since the Yin Yin Guards came to watch General Lin's mysterious home for a while, Lu Bixing had not taken advantage of the opportunity to be alone with Lin Jingheng. On the first night, due to Lin Jingheng's will, these mongoose generals were all supported. There were not so many guest rooms at home, so Zhan Lu had to get a dozen sleeping bags and wrap them one by one into hot dogs. When he saw that the house was like a bakery display stand, he couldn't say a thousand words, so he had to give up for the time being.

After finally sending these gangs, Tulan came alone again the next day.

Sixteen years ago, the anesthetic in the elevator was a thorn in Tulan and Lu Bixing's heart. It has been stuck in the throat for so many years. When I turned around, I felt mixed feelings. Lin Jingheng personally accompanied them to drink half a dozen strong wine. Tulan said everything they should say and shouldn't say. After holding it in so many years, I couldn't vomit it. When the thorn was pulled out/out, it was covered in blood in my heart. It made people feel pain when it touched. Fortunately, Lin Jingheng was accompanied by his living painkiller speechlessly.

However, the prick is gone, and the wound will stop bleeding one day and heal one day.

The Yin Yin Guards are Lin Jingheng's brothers. It is a happy thing for Lu Bixing to admit their relationship in front of them, and Tulan takes the initiative to find him to relieve his knot, which is also a gratifying thing.

As a result, on the third day, Huang Jingshu, who was specially rushing back to Qiming, came with her classmates.

On the fourth day, Dr. Harden visited alone. The old doctor was very cautious about Nuwa's plan, so he kept talking around in circles and chatting with Lu Bixing alive.

On the fifth day, Thomas Yang brought the entire Silver Third Guard and came uninvited to communicate with the engineer 001 on the Star Sea.

Day 6...

Ten days later, Lu Bixing finally went crazy.

That day happened to be the night before the weekend. Lin Jingheng went home on time as usual, and received a message from Lu Bixing, saying that he was receiving several government staff from aliens in a hotel in the center of Galaxy City. Lin Jingheng said "tsk" and said, "The Chief Minister did not need to report to him what work he did. Someone wanted to cover up the address so in detail, clearly saying that he wanted to pick it up."

So Lin Jingheng soon arrived at the designated location, and a service robot told him that the reception banquet had ended, and President Lu was a little drunk and opened a room upstairs to rest.

As soon as he arrived at the room, the door opened automatically as soon as he put his hand on the door - the door locked by Lu Bixing always gave him special permissions.

But the voice-controlled light in the porch was not on. Lin Jingheng was adapting to the dark environment while asking, "Are you awake? Do you want to go home again..."
Chapter completed!