Lu Bixing stuffed his empty hand into his mouth, raised his head and blew a long whistle that was turning around. A figure appeared in the window that was just splashing water above the building, peeking through the window.

Lu Bixing shouted to others very well: "Don't hide, I've seen you, how can you do this! I'm so handsome, so you can use this kind of insincere routine to circle me? There is no difference at all, and the handsome guy's self-esteem is hurt by you!"

A snicker came from around him. The window upstairs opened, and a woman in pajamas stuck her head out, smiling so hard that she didn't look like a serious business.

"What are you laughing at?" Lu Bixing waved his hand as if he was having fun, "Hurry up and apologize and throw two packs of cigarettes down!"

Hearing the sound behind the window, he squeezed out more heads, including men and women, straight hair, and curly hair. When he looked around, he was colorful. Most of these people were dressed in disheveled clothes and were posing in a pose. They pushed and shook each other for a long time, and they gathered up two packs of miscellaneous cigarettes, threw them down from the upper floor, and smashed them into Lu Bixing's arms.

From the Earth Age to the new star ephemeris, "tobacco, alcohol, tea and sugar" has a long history as human history. It has various black technology added, unimaginable expensive products, and has handmade cigarettes that have inherited history and are shoddy. The advertising painting on the cigarette box is a playful man, standing there in a twist and bent, trembling at the people outside. It contains the eighth star "specially supplied" inferior tobacco. You can smell the choking tar smell through the packaging. It is very spicy. The paper roll of the cigarette butt is still not sticky, and it has a trembling tail.

Lu Bixing took the cigarette, learned to the man's posture on the cigarette box, posed in a pose, waved his hand to the Yingying and Yanyan upstairs, pulled Lin Jingheng up and continued to walk forward: "You're welcome!"

The group of warblers who were blackmailed two boxes of cigarettes saw that he was sensible and likable, so they flew to him together.

Lin Jingheng kept thinking about how to pull out his hand so that he would not seem deliberate. He was very absent-minded and watched the audience. At first, he thought Lu Bixing, the interstellar dead house, had an acquaintance on Qi Mingxing, but later he was stuffed with a box of cigarettes by Lu Bixing. He realized something was wrong and walked about a hundred meters away. General Lin from Votto came to his senses and frowned and asked, "Wait, that was a blackmail/prostitution gang just now, right?"

In the city where the fish and the dragon are mixed, some small buildings that look very serious are often hidden in the red light areas. The members of such small buildings have poor qualifications, and some people are not even able to get personal hygiene. They look very disgusted, so they are not very popular in selling laughter and self-selling, so they have to make a living by blackmail and stumble.

The routine is usually like this - first find someone to take a basin of water and wait at the window. When you see someone who is suspected of a fat sheep passing by, you will splash the water in the basin down. Passers-by cause this "heavenly punished" for no reason. Of course, you have to ask for an explanation. Then the building will drag the person in the name of apology or use the excuse of "come in and dry clothes" to drag the person in.

Then, apology and condolences will become a trinity package of "Wine Drinking and Fairy Jumping", which will ensure that the last bit of oil and water on the "Bangmao" will be scraped off.

Lu Bixing looked back at Lin Jingheng, stared at him for a moment, but couldn't hold it in his arms, and laughed out loud: "General, your reaction is not slower than half a beat, but half an opera!"

Lin Jingheng: “…”

Today he thought about the question of "where to go" all the way, and was trapped by philosophy. Since he drove out of the base, he was very out of shape. Half of his brain was empty. He accidentally put it in space and didn't pay attention to this happening under his nose.

Lu Bi keenly read General Lin's voice from his sinking face - he was arrogant, are he looking for death?

"Oh, no, no, no, I've left, I've left, how can I go back and cause trouble?" Lu Bixing stretched out his arms and stopped him with great pleasure.

Looking at Lin Jingheng now, he can be said to be quite irrational. He has worn several layers of hormone-condensed filters. He is cute when he curses and harms others. Even his anti-social murderous aura can find the cuteness in a far-fetched way, and his aesthetic distortion is drifting apart, like a psychopath.

"There must be some lucky stars in their building today, because the general left a god and picked up a bunch of dogs' lives in a daze. What is this? This is the luck of a koi! Take the box of koi smoke I just gave you, but it's hard to get it... Alas, look, there is actually a fortune teller. Hurry up and take advantage of the luck and ask for some nice words!"

An old man with a turban was sitting under the broken shed, hunched over, with a lame table in front of him, on which was a mysterious gossip picture. There was a tarot card that had been gnawed by a mouse at one corner. The old man had a neon sign on his head, and wrote: Ancient method of fortune-telling.

Lu Bixing leaned his head and shouted at the old man at the fortune telling stall: "Grandpa, how much does it cost to watch fate?"

The old man made a gesture to him: "The street ticket is twenty points."

"I'll give you a hundred, we'll see something nice." Lu Bixing poked on his personal terminal a few times, and jumped into the meter beside the old man at 100 o'clock. He grabbed Lin Jingheng's shoulder with both hands and pushed him forward, "Show it to this gentleman!"

The old man has been setting up a stall here for a long time. He is skinny and has not had a prosperous business. He has only saved more than 200 points on the meter. Unexpectedly, such a sucker as Lu Bixing emerged. The accumulated points are just enough for him to change a nutritional needle that can last for several months.

The old man was overjoyed and held up his broken card with both hands: "Sir, please draw a card and place it in the center of the gossip that possesses the mysterious power of the universe."

Lin Jingheng: "…what is it?"

Lu Bixing was getting more and more eager, and quickly came over, grabbed his hand and drew a colorful card.

The old fortune teller collected the money and performed with all his best. He quickly put the cards in his palms, recited a long scripture with a "huh" and said with great pride: "Sir, I have seen your brilliant future from the cards. I see you abandon your doubts, travel through the fog, and return to your true self. You will finally gain the power given by fate, and find the answer you have been pursuing for your whole life. May all the gods bless you."

Lin Jingheng knew that the old man was talking nonsense, but when he heard the sentence "Abandon doubts, travel through the fog, and return to himself", his heart suddenly moved, as if there was a rusty string, which was left empty for a long time, was gently blown by the breeze, making a mute chord sound. He raised his head and wanted to ask for a moment "What is the answer I pursue throughout my life?" As a result, the fortune teller gave him a flattering smile.

Lin Jingheng: “…”

He ignored his words and turned around and left.

Lu Bixing chased him with a smile and asked, "Are you happy after hearing this? General, laugh."

Lin Jingheng pressed his hand back on his forehead, pushed the noise source back two steps, and inserted his pocket and left.

The old man saved enough money to save his life, and stood up to send them with gratitude. When Lu Bixing turned around and waved to him, the old fortune teller took off his hat and showed a white hair trembling in the wind. It was not until the two of them left that he sat down again and used his trembling hands to open the card that Lin Jingheng had just pulled away.

In the ancient Earth era, the Tarot divination culture once flourished like a meteor. Later, a large group of half-baked guys cheated and cheated. Now, there is no inheritance. The old fortune teller bought this set of cards at a street stall for five dollars in his early years. It was a Tarot version of "convenience card". If you use this thing to cheat, you don't have to memorize the thick instructions for the Tarot card. Just follow the small words in the corner of the card face and fool it - what each card represents, they lazily summarized it in one word.

The old fortune teller opened his faint eyes and put his face on the board. He saw clearly the small words that were almost integrated into the painting in the lower right corner, which read—

"Tower: It's in a doom."

The evening breeze blew, and the fortune teller shivered for a moment, looked up at Lin Jingheng and the others' direction away. Seeing that the two people had turned a crossroad and could not see it, they struggled to stand up, put the stall in hand, and exchanged for life-saving nutrition needles.

"There are also such night markets on Kailai Star," Lu Bixing exchanged a few oranges with people, and peeled them while walking. "There are also all kinds of tricks inside, and the routines are similar. The fat sheep who don't know how to do it comes in and join in the fun... For example, if you are like you - everyone will be able to trick people from one end to the other, and cheat the whole street together. When I was a child, I often mingle with them, find a place to read books, and when I am tired of reading, I will watch them cheat people. When I am happy after the scam, someone will come over to rub me and get me a little trick."

Lin Jingheng: "Didn't you say that when you were a child, you were in poor health and you didn't even let the one-eyed eagle eat barbecue? He just watched you hang out in such a place?"

"Of course it's impossible to run on the street," Lu Bixing said, while handing the peeled oranges to Lin Jingheng. "My father rented the small commercial street on Kailai Star for them, and the whole piece of land behind them was his. The place was empty and empty. He built a small building. Once the windows in the backyard were opened, he could touch the small animals raised by artists. I strongly asked to move in. During that time, my legs were atrophy and needed rehabilitation. I was very happy when I was practicing walking in the house and I heard the bustling outside."

"I won't eat it," Lin Jingheng waved his hand, "What's going on with the legs?"

"I got sick and got cured later." Lu Bixing answered briefly.

Lin Jingheng: "What specific disease?"

Lu Bixing's expression flashed, as if he didn't want him to ask this question. He had a sudden inspiration and said, "Lovely, General, is it govern?"

Lin Jingheng: “…”

Lu Bixing's attention quickly shifted to other places - he was tentatively feeding General Lin all kinds of things all the way, but Lin didn't even look at it, but this orange was worth a lot of money and got the three words he said. Lu Bixing blinked, suddenly broke off an orange petal, and accidentally touched Lin Jingheng's mouth, "It's very sweet."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

"Don't you eat it? No, don't you eat the kissed oranges?" Lu Bixing acted as if to throw them into his mouth, "Okay, then I'll eat it myself."

This kind of teasing makes me very demanding to beat you up, and Lin Jingheng took away the unlucky orange.

"General, many things exist to please you," Lu Bixing ran the starship all his mouth, "Look, oranges have worked hard all their lives, and they have grown so big, and over time, they have secretly stored so many 'small capsules' in orange petals. They just wait for you to bite them at the fullest time, splashing the sweetness on your tongue, and the fruit fragrance runs everywhere - Isn't there such a plot in many novels and movies telling love stories? In order to please the person you like, a person carefully prepares a surprise like fireworks, stars, fountains, etc., and then pinchs the time, brings his sweetheart, and performs it to him in a perfect way. Everyone will be surprised and moved with the protagonist when they see it, but think about it carefully, does oranges also please you so much? Your expression is still so reluctant, aren't you let it down?"

Lin Jingheng replied: "If you look less and save some electricity to your brain, you won't burn short circuits at any time."

However, although the words were sarcastic, his brows were loosened. Lin Jingheng's taste buds seemed to be naturally dull, and he ate whatever he wanted, and did not have the neurons to taste delicious food. Instead, the oranges described in Lu Bixing's fallacy theory can stimulate appetite. Unconsciously, he ate the whole orange and tasted a little bit of it rarely.

Lu Bixing followed him, feeling a little excited, feeling that Lin Jingheng's very difficult problem was finally touched by him. He found that Lin often had a look of his eyes when he really didn't like, and his attention was very expensive, and deliberately said he refused, which meant that he was not disgusted, and might even like it very much, but he shook his head because he didn't conform to his behavioral patterns and certain rules.

Recalling Lin Jingheng's formal and diplomatic rhetoric when he rejected him, Lu Bixing now felt that he was the orange he kissed, so sweet that he just wanted to go all over the ground: "General..."

At this moment, a heavy object suddenly hit the sky and was rubbing against Lu Biling and hitting the glass window behind him. The glass window was immediately crushed to pieces, and the sharp slag flew everywhere. Lin Jingheng raised his hand and shot a special flow of particles on the personal terminal key of the mecha vehicle, breaking the glass residue like a protective cover.

The heavy object that hit him was half a brick, originally headed for a peddler with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek. The man was carrying a package in his arms and was running away with his head. The person chasing him was wrapped in a robe. He didn't even show his hair. In anger, he threw half a brick away from him. He used too much force, and the big hood wrapped around his head was pulled down, revealing a face that could directly play a ghost. The skin on his chin and lips had disappeared, revealing his white jawbone, and blood and tears were still dripping down the corners of his eyes.

He... didn't know it was her, his voice was hoarse and rough as if it was covered in rust, and he roared heart-wrenchingly: "You used fake medicine to deceive me!"

The hawker who was chased and beaten was also frightened by the other party's terrifying image. He sat on the ground, his legs tumbling up several times, and changed his tone and screamed: "Rainbow Virus! This person is infected with the Rainbow Virus!"

The "Rainbow Virus" is the eternal nightmare of the Eighth Galaxy. The trauma caused by that catastrophe may take at least several hundred years, and both generations of people will die before they can be calmed down.

The vendor screamed, and the whole street was in an uproar, as if the plague god was coming. Everyone suddenly changed color and ran away in scattering. Lin Jingheng pulled Lu Bixing behind him, and the special particles of the mecha vehicle key flowed out a wind, blocking Lu Bixing: "You leave this first."

"It's okay," Lu Bixing grabbed his elbow, "I have antibodies on my body, it doesn't matter."

Lin Jingheng was stunned: "What?"

When Lu Bixing was born, the rainbow virus had disappeared from the eight major galaxies of the alliance for many years. He was not a frontline soldier who needed to deal with special circumstances. How could there be antibodies to the rainbow virus?

Before he could think about it, Lu Bixing pointed at the skeleton-like man and said, "Lin, look on his shoulders!"

The man's torn headscarf exposed his neck and one shoulder. His clothes were so dirty that they could not see the background. He could barely identify an epaulette - it was the symbol of the Eighth Galaxy Administrative Center, and only on the civil servant's uniform!

As soon as Lu Bixing finished speaking, the skeleton man had wrapped himself up every second and turned around and ran away.

Lu Bixing raised his foot and chased after him: "Wait!"

Lin Jingheng: "Slow down, do you really have antibodies?"

"Swear in your name," Lu Bixing said, "Lying will make me unable to chase you for the rest of my life."

Lin Jingheng: “…”
Chapter completed!