Lu Bixing believes that he is not a person who is obsessed with the body. He appreciates the beautiful human body, just like an outsider who appreciates popular works of art. He can read it in a quick way and feast his eyes. He will not be too heart-wrenching afterwards. He can find endless fun in ancient times and in the vast starry sky. He feels that his journey is long and full of expectations, so he does not believe in the worship of hormones and sexual power in classical theory. The psychological reactions such as "perfection", "conquest", and "shame" seem to be exaggerated, as if they were just projections of social ideology at that time.

Even if he picked up General Lin who was naked outside Beijing, he had no guilt. In his eyes, Lin Jingheng was no different from the male models who appeared in advertisements all day long. He was commonplace and was not as good as Xiao Huangshu that gave people more room to imagine.

But I don’t know when this person started, but this person started to be different for him.

When one person becomes addicted to the small movements of another person raising eyebrows, smiling, and raising his hand casually, this carbon-based skin is no longer one of the many. For Lu Bixing, he seems to have become a huge treasure, and every detail is worthy of repeated exploration. Even the smell left by the detergent and dryer on the collar is refreshing, and it is like a life, entering his heart, like a roll of lazy vines, tying him up on the spot, pressing his head, and forcing him to get closer.

Lu Bixing wanted to destroy his neat collar, so he suddenly turned his head and bit Lin Jingheng's collar. He felt the tip of his teeth touching the twitching blood vessels. Lin Jingheng trembled slightly, and Lu Bixing suddenly came to his senses, as if the frightened baby beast after causing trouble, retracted his teeth awkwardly, took a step back, and glared at Lin Jingheng in panic, half a meter across.

His hands and feet were numb and he was thinking: "I, what am I doing? What am I thinking? Are he angry? Did Tulan do anything to me?"

But Lin Jingheng did not get angry or sarcastic. His pain nerves were not very developed. He felt that Lu Bixing seemed to have bitten him, but it didn't hurt. He was a little surprised. So he reached out and wiped his neck and smelled a very light smell of wine: "Have you drunk?"

"Yes! I'm drinking!" Lu Bixing, who was reminded, suddenly realized and thought, just like the two sips of broken rice wine can explain everything, "Drunk people are prone to inexplicable excitement, and their self-control will decline."

Lu Bixing found such a natural excuse, and readily tore off his face with "civilized quality" and went back indulgently. He smelled his breath, suddenly smiled and said in a low voice: "General, did I know you before I was born, otherwise why would I like you so much?"

Lin Jingheng was shocked suddenly.

Lu Bixing looked at his face, took a small breath, closed his eyes, and with a little "take it lightly", his lips fell down. At the same time, he couldn't help but reach into Lin Jingheng's uniform coat, and stroked his waist with an adventure-like finger through his thin shirt.

Lin Jingheng's feeling was a little complicated, because for convenience, he would be connected to the spiritual network of this small mecha.

The person connected to the spiritual network is equivalent to having two perception systems - when he opens his eyes, his eyes can see the young man close at hand, and through the mecha spirit network, he can also see the busy people outside, the command post not far away, and the one-eyed eagle eyeing at the door of the command post... This person also looked here intentionally or unintentionally!

When the landing must be performed echoed in his ears, "Did you know you before you were born?", and at the same time, you could hear the radio of the mecha site name, the sound of the soldiers passing by here stepping on the ground in unison.

Lin Jingheng was surrounded by the faint smell of sweet wine, soaked in Lu Bixing from all directions, as if he was drowning in this extremely private and closed place. At the same time, he seemed to be in public and touching the person he placed in his palm and cherished.

The gaze of the stone statue of Lu Xin seemed to pass through most of the Galaxy City, with the military base and thick mecha door hitting his back.

He felt that he was floating in the air and nailed to the cabin door again. The young man's breath was hot and sincere, the cabin was cold and hard, and the torrent of complex senses swept over him like a torrent of complex feelings. For more than thirty years, he asked himself and the future painfully when he dreamed of midnight, those surging, hot and decadent blood, the inscriptions of Votto's death and the active vitality of the eight galaxies...

All this made him extremely eager, fearful, cherished, and ashamed. He was filled with mixed feelings at every inch of the nerve endings that had been hibernating for a long time. They were like forests burning by flames, burning uncontrollably.

Lu Bixing suddenly said softly: "So you are not sexual/cold, general."

Lin Jingheng suddenly held his hand, and the hatch inside the mecha opened in response to the sound. Lu Bixing took a few steps back and was pressed by him next to a small sofa.

Lin Jingheng whispered to his ear and said, "I'll leave after a while, time is too short."

Lu Bixing didn't understand what he meant and his expression was a little confused.

His eyes were very pure, like a mountain spring that had been settled, and his love and hate were clearly visible inside, and his pupils were so clear that they could be used as a mirror. Lin Jingheng hesitated for a while, always feeling like he was contaminating a piece of snow without footprints. He raised his feet and didn't know where to step on it for a long time.

"You..." Lin Jingheng paused, "Have you ever tried to like others for so many years in the Eighth Galaxy? Maybe you should give it a try."

When he said this, he was very conflicted and thought that Lu Bixing deserved better, but he couldn't think of how good it would be to be "better". At the same time, he was reluctant to let go, and he was definitely worried about handing over him.

Even though Lu Bixing had nine orifices in his mind, he could not understand his messy mood at that moment. He asked unexpectedly: "Ah? Lin, your style shouldn't be 'If I dare to be fickle, I'll blow up my three, shift my four, and beat me to death'? Uh... I'd rather not beat me to death completely. I can leave a breath to give me a deep reflection."

Lin Jingheng lowered his head and smiled, shook his head, thinking to himself: "How is that possible?"

The back of his hand swept across Lu Biling's chin, and with a gentle rubbing of his fingers, the button on his shirt popped up automatically.

Lu Bixing, who had been brave enough to dare to touch his hands for a long time, suddenly had an intimate contact with his palm. He suddenly realized what he wanted to do, and his hair stood up tremblingly, and couldn't tell whether it was nervous or excited.

"Don't be afraid," Lin Jingheng said softly, "I don't have that much time, I'll use my hands."

Lu Bixing - This innocent young man who has been talking about war on paper for many years and has never seen the world. After hearing this, his soul instantly reached the second cosmic speed of Qimingxing. He broke free from gravity like a wild dog, as if he wanted to transform into a billiard ball and knocked every asteroid in the eighth galaxy, which made him dizzy and speechless, and would only call Lin Jingheng's name upside down.

However... he was fascinated for less than a minute and was soon back. Because what happened next was not a disaster, it would be much worse.

The speculation that Captain Tulan Guard said that the grapes were sour were all right. Lin Jingheng was really not good at "taking care of" others - Lu Bixing suspected that this person might be a "real abstinence" who pretended to be in a pile of hooligans. He had never even been dismissed. Not only was he unaware of the trick, but he was probably nervous, and he was a little bit light or heavy. This rare clumsy successfully brought the beautiful atmosphere all the way to "suspended" and "stupid", and the two were in a mess.

Lin Jingheng: “…”

Lu Bixing couldn't think of how others would react in this situation. He held it in for two seconds and decided to follow his original intention, so he laughed out loud.

Lin Jingheng picked up the coat that he had put his hand aside and threw it on his face: "Why are you laughing at me!"

The more Lu Bixing thought about it, the more he felt ridiculous. He couldn't stop laughing while holding his coat. Suddenly, he felt that this man who was so angry that he was closer to him than ever, and he felt extremely real and intimate. It felt very subtle - anyway, if he bit Lin Jingheng on a whim, he wouldn't worry about offending him and making him angry.

"You clean up yourself, I'll leave." Lin Jingheng looked stern, "What are you doing?"

Lu Bixing reached out and hooked his shirt and pulled out the hem of his tied shirt. Lu Bixing wiped out the tears of laughter: "Hey, can you move out of the 'wardrobe' next to the conference room? Can you go to me? Is it not far from the command post?"

"Speak well and don't act cute," Lin Jingheng snatched the hem of his shirt back, "Where is your dad, tie it up?"

Lu Bixing opened his mouth and blew the big bull: "I'll settle it."

Lin Jingheng's face was a little uneasy, and he didn't say yes, nor did he say no. He buttoned it and reorganized his appearance. Although there was nothing on his face, he applied three layers of oil under his feet and turned around and left.

Lu Bixing looked at his back with a smile and whistled at him without any instruction. Lin Jingheng walked to the door of the mecha cabin and removed the mental network. Only then did he remember something missing on him: "Give me back the coat."

Lu Bixing's whistle turned a fancy look, hugged Lin Jingheng's uniform coat with all his limbs, buried his face on it, and whispered at him and took a deep breath: "No."

Lin Jingheng had a helpless face and frowned and indulged intent. If he didn't come back, he couldn't afford to offend him, so he had to hurry back to the command post in his shirt.

After he left for a long time, Lu Bixing got up with his coat in his arms, and was excited for no reason. He had no specific reasons. He was just very happy. He couldn't stop whistling and felt that he was writing a poem or singing a song to the cold and empty mecha. He stood and brewed for a while. He really didn't have this talent. Some other people's sentences would pop up in his mind. He cooked a pot of bad lips and mouths. He thought it was very interesting and wanted to write it down and send it to Lin Jingheng. As soon as he opened the personal terminal, he found that he had forgotten everything.

The mixed poems and songs followed his countless spark-like thoughts, leaving only his very quiet soul after the shock.

Why do all stories need love? Is there nothing to write about other than that?

Lu Bixing then understood a little. It turned out that it was really worth writing. He put the coat on his shoulder and quietly slipped out of the hidden hatch door of the mecha. He heard the mecha station saying "Each department is in place" and walked towards the one-eyed eagle.

The one-eyed eagle just saw Lin Jingheng rushing to click Mao in the command post and took a group of people to Chongsan. He felt relieved and thought that he had finished his work and was about to leave at this time.

Seeing Lu Bixing wandering in front of him, the one-eyed eagle asked knowingly: "Who are you looking for? What are you doing?"

Lu Bixing deliberately coughed: "Look for General Lin, I heard that the planning map of the military factory has come out, come and have a look."

The one-eyed eagle held a cigarette butt and looked at him squintly. The design draft of the military factory planning drawing was created by the engineering team. The one-eyed eagle said in a low voice: "General Lin, General Lin is not here. I just saw him leaving and want to fly to the aliens. I don't know when he will come back, so maybe I will capture the Seventh Galaxy."

Lu Bixing said "Oh" and slowly draped Lin Jingheng's coat on his body in front of the old Persian cat, like a clothing advertisement, and showed the full details of the dress to the one-eyed eagle in every detail.

The one-eyed eagle suddenly realized who this military coat belonged to. When he saw Lu Bixing's hair was messy and his face was full of slutty, he went crazy: "Lin Jingheng is a dignified... Is he a weasel? Can you do such stealing things? Is it shameless?!"

Lu Bixing blew the rogue whistle and admired the one-eyed eagle's furious thunder.

The one-eyed eagle raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head: "Get out, don't let me scatter my virtues. It's better to raise pots of flowers than to raise you!"

Lu Bixing leaned against the stone steps at the entrance of the command post building, and was hit by the old Persian cat without any pain and shook his head: "Dad, we have been living and dying together for so long, do you admit that you have misunderstandings about him?"

One-Eyed Hawk: "Misunderstood that he is a bastard? Did I misunderstand?"

However, when he said that, the irritability between his eyebrows was much less. The one-eyed eagle lowered his head and took out a cigarette, glanced at Lu Bixing. Seeing his ignorant silly son who was fascinated by others, he knew that this "human-shaped tiger talisman" had long been Lin Jingheng. He could return to the alliance with this high profile, summoned the ten silver guards, and held all the old subordinates of Lu Xin who were fighting against the pirates on the front line.

In such a chaotic world where monsters and monsters are frequent, vicious people can easily turn the world upside down, and there is no need to be as cautious and cautious as he is.

He kept the secret of Lu Bixing's life experience tighter than himself. He stayed in the Eighth Galaxy and even carefully hid himself, a person who was destined to be a bloody storm, behind the scenes of General Edward, for fear of attracting strong winds and blowing down the fragile new grass on this wasteland. He always said arrogantly that he would not save him, and he would torture himself for a lifetime. He was really not an ambitious person.

Although the one-eyed eagle was irritable, it was not stupid. I heard that Lu Xin's old subordinates in the alliance went to understand one thing later. But sometimes when I think about it, I still feel very angry. I think Lin Jingheng is too stubborn and his stinky virtue, who is "I will arrange everything, but I won't explain, and I will not believe anyone."

Lu Bixing said: "You said he was the adopted son of General Lu Xin. Isn't that the person you have followed? Lin also built a square and a new government with you. Why can't you love him a little bit?"

The One-Eyed Eagle muttered: "Lu Xin can't teach such a bastard. It must be because he was blind and fucking him - where did you like him? Do you owe someone to abuse him?"

Lu Bixing blurted out: "He's handsome."

The one-eyed eagle could not refute and choked upside down by him.

"I'm very handsome. When I was a child, I could lick him for a long time when I saw his photos. Let's admit it, dad?"

"Who is your father? I am not your father. I have said it many times. You were picked up from the trash can. I can't give birth to a 25-perverted wolf like you. Bloom!" The one-eyed eagle waved his hand weakly, and said to Lu Bixing. He stood up and rolled up in dismay. He decided to grab a few small white flowers in front of Lu Xin's stone statue to apologize.

At this time, a researcher from the engineering team hurried over: "Teacher Lu, you are here, I'm looking for you!"

Lu Bixing responded in a high mood: "What's the matter?"

"The encrypted files you seized from the dysfunctional society's nest last time, we tried the Porlo rotary encryption according to your plan, found a little way, come and take a look."

Lu Bixing jumped up.

Twenty minutes later, Tulan, who had a simple rest, also rushed over.

The researchers all had fanatical expressions and basically no longer remember what they were doing. They were immersed in the fun of unlocking the game. Lu Bixing held a short meeting with a group of technical otaks collected from Eight Galaxy. He even ignored the summons of the general leader and focused on cracking the encryption.

Tulan opened a small lounge next to her. After Lin Jingheng reviewed the recent military consumption. While writing an opinion on the Eighth Galaxy recruitment plan, she heard a cheer coming from the side. She quickly closed the personal terminal and rushed over.

I saw that on the large screen at 360 degrees in the center, dense documents and materials revealed their true appearance.

The researcher tried to open a video file, a woman facing the camera, and appeared in front of everyone.

She wore a white coat of researcher, and her long hair was simply tied into a bunch behind her head without any makeup. She was a little haggard, but her facial features were very beautiful. When her cold gray eyes penetrated the screen, it made people feel thrilling for no reason.

Tulan was stunned and looked at her, and a strange feeling arose in her heart.

"There is less than 15% left in the energy system, the backup energy system has been blown up, I have no ammunition and food, and I am recording this passage under Lin Wei's scope."

As the words fell, the camera shook sharply. After a moment of painting, you could see that the tail of the mecha seemed to be hit, and a fire broke out. The people on the mecha ran by in panic.

The woman looked back and smiled: "Heavy nuclear missile, it seems that he really refused to say goodbye."
Chapter completed!