Lu Bixing didn't expect that the legendary Yin Shiwei actually had this style of painting. He first stared at Tulan for a moment, then realized that there was a big girl in front of him, waved his hands repeatedly, said "not very good" several times, and his face turned a little red.

Tulan didn't expect that the "teachers" in the mouths of these hooligans at the base were really as scholarly, and they had the function of "blushing". They thought it was quite fresh. They even reached out to poke Lu Bixing's face, wondering what black technology color-changing device was installed under Teacher Lu's face.

"Thin skinny and have no future, brother," Tulan slammed his shoulder with a rough voice, and said earnestly, "Yevgenia is so shameless, she didn't get a hair from our general. You have to learn a lesson!"

Lu Bixing took her raw punch, shook her left and right for a while, lowering her head.

"I have guided several sluts, all of which are of this type," Tulan licked her lips enthusiastically, "From how to flirt to how to grasp the rhythm, the routine is very familiar, and I will learn and learn. I tell you, sluts are delicious, and our boss is the best sluts like this, you can't miss them when you pass by. You have to hurry up."

"Okay." Lu Bixing grabbed his hair, took out an electronic note from his personal terminal, and sat upright to tidy up his collar, "Then I'm not polite."

Tulan quickly retracted his two thighs, leaned and overlapped them together, and struggled to make a delicate look, listening to his questions with ease.

"Uh..." Lu Bixing thought for a while and asked her, "What are his hobbies?"

The Ninth Guard Captain, who is a good teacher, blinked again, and scratched the two "tenches" on her forehead a little embarrassedly. When he found that the first question was beyond the rules: "...ah? Love, hobby?"

Lu Bixing looked at her with clear eyes.

"Is it okay to harm others in a fancy way?" Tulan racked his brains and thought for a moment, "Not counting... Then I really can't remember it. Anyway, he can't do anything to eat, drink, whore and gambling."

"Hey, the dignified... why is it so vulgar?" Lu Bixing sighed and asked with an electronic note, "Do he like music? Do he have a preference for art? You always have a hobby for exercise. A good figure is not born."

"We generals are not elegant either." Turing shook his head. "If he listens to music, there is only one situation. Zhanlu must be annoyed by him. Aesthetics, it has always been a mystery. I don't think he knows where the door of the art hall will open. As for exercise... our daily physical fitness and fighting training are our own affairs, and it is not a hobby. I hate sports the most. If I can lie down, I don't want to sit. I hate men talking about competition and whoever talks about kicking whom, but what are the solutions? I can't stop doing routine physical fitness training."

Lu Bixing began to feel that the ninth guard captain who was very bragging was unreliable: "Then he used to be in the Silver Fortress, what would he use for entertainment if he had nothing to do?"

"Every living thing is his pastime, and tossing us is his greatest entertainment. In addition, he is always very busy when he is not okay."

Lu Bixing was shocked and said, "You don't have a vacation?"

"We have it, we take a rest," said Tulan, "Otherwise, how could there be no chance to be arbitrary? If you mess with your colleagues, you will be beaten to death by the boss. But no one will take him. Anyway, except for going to Woto for routine reporting, I haven't seen him leave the post."

"There is no injury leave?"

"The health management and medical level of Silver Fortress are among the top in the league. If you have any illness, you don't need to make special leave. If you have any problems outside, you can't stay in your head." Tulan waved her hand, "I'll tell you this. It is said that he didn't show up even when his sister got married. He asked the chief guard to give him a gift."

Lu Bixing took the electronic notes back to his personal terminal and confirmed that the big girl was just unreliable: "Okay - then do he have any wishes? Short-term, long-term, all count."

Tulan looked confused.

“What about ideal?”

"How is his relationship with his family? You said just now that he has a sister, it sounds a bit cold. Does he have any other relatives besides his sister?"

"In addition to work, he usually interacts with friends in which circle?"

"Does he have any concerns in the league?"

"Brother," Tulan interrupted him speechlessly, "Do you want to sleep with him or write an autobiography for him? Can't we talk about how to make a frigid and frivolous untied dress? Everyone is so busy, and my heavy armor has no place to stop yet. Do you have any serious things?"

"Although I admire his body very much, in essence, human sexuality/behavior is just a series of natural reactions caused by the stimulation of nerve endings. Massage areas with shallow nerve endings will have a similar comfortable experience," Lu Bixing told the female gangster very academically, "Just like a small animal with a hair snore - Captain of the Guard, is there anything worth discussing such a small matter?"

Tulan: "…"

She suddenly felt that she was not a vulgar hooligan, but just a fussy illiterate.

"Exploring a person and exploring a relationship can bring a lot of freshness and happiness to people. Otherwise, it is better to find a medical cabin to have a full-body massage. You have to work with each other when you are with others." Lu Bixing said, "Don't you think it's a very beautiful and fulfilling thing to gradually understand another person's feelings, keep up with his joys, sorrows, and happiness, and take care of him?"

Tulan felt in a trance that he was stuffed into a classroom and was tragically educated. His messy values ​​were broken and reshaped by Teacher Lu. His dirty soul seemed to have been completely washed away and he was sent away in a dizzy way.

Lu Bixing took out a cigarette that he didn't know who stuffed it to him, and lit it without stuffing it into his mouth. With the storm of smoke, he felt a little loneliness - the loneliness from Lin Jingheng.

It was clear and solemn, blocking his chest, and even successfully washing Tulan could not resolve it.

Lin Jingheng, who was being talked about, sneezes two times under the pollen in the sky.

Zhan Lu, who turned into a human form, followed him and continued, "According to the ancient folk proverb, this means that someone scolds you."

Lin Jingheng glanced at him expressionlessly.

Zhan Lu shook his cold cleverness as if no one was around: "This is a joke - hahaha... OK, have you heard this joke?"

The mecha was not biological, and Lin Jingheng was too lazy to argue with him. He raised his wrist and looked at the personal terminal. There was a panoramic scan of his personal terminal. The places where the abnormal energy reactions were marked, and traces spread out in circles on the map.

Their current landing is a planet called "Qingxing". It is said that on the eight-galaxy capital star, the star of Kelly, it can be clearly seen rising and falling in the morning and evening. It is the third largest planet in the eighth galaxy after Kelly and Beijing β-star. It was previously regarded as a temporary base by Prince Kelly Aresvong.

Two silver guards dragged a man to Lin Jingheng's feet like a dog dragging a dead man. This man was wearing the clothes of Prince Kelly's guards and was one of the prisoners they caught from space. Lin Jingheng and the others could easily avoid surveillance and drove their mechas to sneak into the base of Prince Kelly's guards, relying on this captured traitor.

The pirate prisoner shrank his neck cowardly and coughed a few times: "The place with the strongest energy response is the mecha warehouse, followed by the mecha warehouse... Cough... the ground mecha vehicles are used to suppress local residents. This time is the prayer time of the dysfunction community, the defense is the loosest, and patrol will be suspended for fifteen minutes... But they have an emergency space field with ground jumps on their hands. If you go to the mecha station, you have to block it, otherwise it will be troublesome to let them run along the space field."

Bai Yinwei, who was holding him, asked, "There are all dysfunctional inside?"

"That's right," the captive said in a low voice, "We princes brought from the eight-star franchise to the outside world, but we don't really believe in that kind of trick, but we eat and drink from others and pretend to be like them. But our people are almost done with yours. Those who are still at the base should be sent by the Democratic League... General, I will take you in. You can't abuse prisoners. We haven't lived a good life outside the territory over the years. Democratic League will be crazy, and our brains look different from others. Be careful with punctuation when talking to them. Otherwise, there may be any sentence that makes people feel that you are ungodly and will be persecuted by them. If you don't let the disease be cured, you will force people to live the life of primitive people every day, and your personal terminals will be blocked. You will be eavesdropped on chatting. If you didn't fight with the alliance, we would feel that you will never be able to touch the mecha again in this life."

Lin Jingheng looked at him condescendingly, raised his hand to go down everything.

Bai Yinwei stepped forward quickly and dragged the chattering pirates to cover their mouths and dragged them away. At the same time, the space field interference waves were released quietly, and Bai Yinwei passed through the base encryption door like a wind.

The Anti-Dynasty is indeed carrying out a large-scale cult activity. People who are protruding themselves to the ground are kneeling everywhere and are kissing the earth along with the radio. The four people in Baiyin Guards, although they are a space military branch, have no ambiguity in land warfare and are very tacit understanding. They break into the main control room without even covering up their ears. The laser guns flashed silently several times. The interstellar pirates who are harassing the Qiming Star surface were knocked down without even snorting. The Bianyin Guards who had broken the cover of the rear arranged the people neatly and neatly arranged them, and then took over the mecha vehicles of the Anti-Dynasty Ground Patrol.

The people who were dysfunctional in the world realized that it was too late, and the space field was disturbed, and they caught the turtle in the jar.

It took less than twenty minutes from Lin Jingheng's order until the entire base was controlled.

"From the marching roadmap we intercepted, the focus of the Dynastic Society is the other seven galaxies of the Alliance. Pirates outside the domain generally think that the Eighth Galaxy is a wilderness and has no fuel. Except for Prince Kelly, who regards the Eighth Galaxy as a betrayer, they do not intend to waste time here." Zhan Lu followed Lin Jingheng and reported, "After Arisfon arrived at the Eighth Galaxy, he has been mainly destruction. He first blew up three planets, and then began to focus on searching for underground waterways. We intercepted the Dynastic Society's orders from the Pirate Mecha. The Dynastic Society originally allowed Prince Kelly to control the Eighth Galaxy within half a year, open the retreat and extraterritorial waterways to enter the Alliance, as one of the strategic deployments of the Dynastic Society, and then took the main force to converge to the Seven Galaxy."

"Aris Feng Yang is slanderous." Lin Jingheng whispered, "He wants to be his local emperor in the Eight Galaxies."

Only Kelly and Beijing β are quite popular in the eight galaxies. They have anti-missile systems and have certain local armed forces, so Aresfon simply exploded.

He was a mummy that was not dead a hundred years ago, with a broken body left, and he was still thinking about restoring the barbaric glory of Prince Kelly's family.

"Yes, sir. I controlled the local communication network of Aresfon and the dysfunctional society, intercepted the information, and found that Aresfon did not fully report his movements in the Eight Galaxy. At present, the news that Aresfon has not had time to spread, and the Eight Galaxy is still a relatively closed environment."

"Very good," said Lin Jingheng, "Let Tulan and the others move all the heavy armor that they can't stop. Aresfon's base belongs to me, please notify..."

Lin Jingheng was halfway through his words, and suddenly stopped and looked at a corner of the base of the Moving Society.

Zhan Lu followed his gaze and found that Lin Jingheng was looking at an ecological park.

The dysfunctionalism has always been acknowledging that people and nature will make birds and flowers everywhere they go, and I wish I could format every planet into a primeval forest. In a corner of the base, artificially grown fruits and vegetables are exposed in lushly, and a few small animals are leaping in and out, which is out of place with this cruel organization.

The bottom layer of the farm is naturally fungi.

Lin Jingheng walked over and bent down to look at the mushroom culture medium.

The mushroom group under the shadow is holding the umbrella cover in a sensual manner, which is quite naive and wild.

Lin Jingheng took off his gloves, bent down and grabbed a small mushroom, and the moist mycelium stuck to his hand.

According to historical data, Zhanlu Station believed that Lin Jingheng might not like the place-occupying things in the armed base, so he asked: "Do you need to move out, sir?"

"Save it." Zhan Lu said abnormally when he heard his master remain silent for a moment.

After throwing the little mushrooms down, Lin Jingheng walked forward a few steps, remembered something, and paused. He turned around and pointed to the mushroom culture medium and said, "That... the culture medium and mycelium are transplanted a little, and put it on Chongsan."

Zhan Lu was puzzled: "Sir, where are you going to raise the three sides?"

"Isn't there a green belt?" Lin Jingheng said without looking back, "Dig out the pile of useless ornamental green plants and plant them in."

Zhanlu: "…"
Chapter completed!