When the fog clears the fog of a forest shrouded in fog, it is often not surprising that the forest looks like a forest. Maybe it's more beautiful when the fog is shrouded.

Elder Andernanes handed Chu Ming an embroidery, which was Miss Pori's unfinished work. The dense stitches stopped next to a white cloud, and there were still a few blood stains next to the white cloud.

"We'll give you an explanation, Lang Xiekang is dead." Lunuo said that he was not joking, and that this was what he wanted to do.

"Miss Pori's younger brother will be properly settled, there are many businesses in the Dark World that can see the light, and they will be able to ensure that they will have no worries for the rest of their lives." "Half-past eight" is not a consolation, he can do it.

"There are a lot of good girls in the Ni Gauguin family, and there are a lot of good scenery on this planet. There are many ways to let go of grief, such as having a romantic relationship again. Elder Andernanes advised, he was also grieving, but people in his position needed more reason.

Chu Ming didn't object, he was silent. His silence relieved the others. In this way, Chu Ming returned to the battleship he was on in silence, and his blood clan butler made a pot of pine nut tea for him.

"Time is the best medicine to treat injuries." The blood clan butler Gu Lun said, then he looked at Chu Ming and added, "It may also make the wound worse." ”

'If you want to ask questions-' Marquis Lebei took a sip of Chu Ming's cup of pine nut tea, "If you don't want to—drink tea and drink tea." ”

"What should I do?" Chu Ming finally spoke.

"Negotiation, co-optation, inducement, threat, compromise, that's just that." The Marquis of Lebe replied. He used to say that.

"But I don't feel well." Chu Ming shook his head.

"Isn't it grief?" The Marquis of Lebe asked rhetorically.

"It's not." Chu Ming shook his head again.

"Yes, you haven't seen the dead, war is the end of friendship, it likes to take away our friends and relatives." Marquis Lebe said, then he pointed to the stack of papers on the table: "You really should look at this plan, because the situation you encountered has also been predicted in the plan, and there is a corresponding plan for dealing with it."

"No!" Chu Ming said.

"Isn't that how you like to behave?" The Marquis of Lebei asked rhetorically, his words sharp.

"Let's get straight to the point." Chu Ming lit a cigarette and took a hard puff.

"Miss Bambi." The Marquis of Lebei abruptly changed the subject: "I met Queen Bambi before I came, and she is a very qualified king. But there's one thing she often mentions. That's when you robbed your family. ”

"Thurman, that time?" Chu Ming remembered. That time, the frog piloted the Truth in an atmospheric leap and snatched Miss Bambi from Thurman.

"Even if you don't show up, there's no way Miss Bambi is marrying Thurman. Thurman was so self-righteous that he didn't even understand the situation. But—" Marquis Lebe smiled, "but this is what Miss Bambi likes to talk about the most. For this reason, she has not changed her maid. Because whenever she talks about it. The handmaidens who had witnessed the process could add details to her. ”

Marquis Lebei shrugged: "Everyone in the Fast Empire knows what to say. If you want to please Queen Bambi, ask her about it. Queen Bambi has an obvious weakness that her enemies will take advantage of sooner or later. ”

"Bambi. But what does she have to do with Miss Pori? Chu Ming asked, he knew that Marquis Dao Lebei still had something to say.

"A woman is a romantic creature. For Miss Bambi, your kiss snatch is the happiest memory. Every woman wishes that her man would be reckless for her once, even if it makes a mess of everything. Love is a feeling, but if you don't say or do anything, you don't feel anything. Therefore, love is about the way. ”

"Reckless?" Chu Ming frowned: "Could it be that recklessness is also in your plan." ”

"That's the key—when did you care so much about planning?" The Marquis of Lebei asked rhetorically, with a mocking look on his face.

"yes, when did I start being so cautious?" Chu Ming threw away the cigarette irritably and lit another one.

"Rule inertia, rule assimilation."

"What should I do?"

"I don't know what to do." Marquis Nunu mouthed: "That stack of plans and drawings is actually made up by me, in order to deal with Green Nuo and 'eight and a half' them. No one in the Frost Blue Galaxy has ever made such a detailed plan when events are still confused, at most an intention or framework. ”

"Frost Blue feature?"

"Yes, Frost Blue." Marquis Lebei nodded: "War is a continuation of politics, generally speaking, we can't talk about it and then fight, but we can also fight and talk about it." ”

"What about our allies? What will Green Nuo and 'Eight-and-a-half' think? ”

We need allies, and if our allies are not strong enough, it may be that our enemies are not strong enough. The Marquis of Lebey's answer was also very frost-blue.

"Thank you."

"You'll figure it out sooner or later. I just don't like boring life. ”

Marquis Lebei yawned and left, Gu Lun took the teacup dissatisfied, and made a new cup for Chu Ming again. Chu Ming took a sip, it was hot.

"Gulen, will you kill someone?" Chu Ming asked.

"A little better at making tea, master." Gulen replied with a low brow.

"What if you kill someone and die in the world?"

"This one is a little bit better." Gulen replied quietly.

"Are you encouraging me too?"

"It's not." Gu Lun shook his head: "Plunder is the nature of the Blood Clan. In the Bloodline's social system, friendliness means cowardice, and fear is the lever to maintain dominance. ”

"Rough logic, but it makes sense."

"Need me to prepare? Master. "The Bloodline Steward is empathetic.

"Yes, Ironskin, my sword, and the battleship."

"The battleship is not ours."

"Because it's not ours." Chu Ming said and stood up......

Someone is unlucky, someone is on top, such as Ariel. Her reminder at the critical moment allowed Lang Yasu to escape (Lang Yasu thought so), so Ariel is now Lang Yasu's full-time secretary. This position did not free her from the role of a tool for dissipation. But with real power. For this reason, Lang Evil Praise Ring felt indignant.

Lang Xie Zanjie often mentions the word "towel" intentionally or unintentionally, and he wants to remind his master that he dedicated a towel at that critical moment to avoid making his master embarrassed. His credit was not mentioned by Lang Xikang, it was not deliberate, Lang Xikang is now stuck in the pile of women all day long, trying to soothe his fragile heart in this way.

"It's a pity that the young master doesn't like men." Lang Xie Zanjie looked in the mirror regretfully, feeling that he was still a beautiful man.

"My lord, there is a warship that has applied to enter the 'hive'." An officer ran in to report.

The Dong'an Chamber of Commerce is the chamber of commerce of the Lang Evil family, and it is also a paramilitary organization. In order to show strength in front of the Fontie Gauguin family. They have a strong lineup this time. There were not only battleships, but also folding motherships.

The temple's control over the spatial folding point is very strong, but it is not without any loopholes. Although the Lang Evil Family's powerful force cannot control spatial folding points, it has a mothership that can be folded directly. Such motherships are colloquially known as "beehives".

"Your Excellency. It is the warship of the Qunan family. The officer didn't notice his words. Hurriedly added.

"Qunan Family?!" Lang Xie Zanjie turned his head: "What are they coming for?" Negotiation? Or a demonstration? ”

Lang Xiezan's mind turned, but in his speculation, there was no assumption of "revenge". There are many beautiful women who died in the hands of Lang Xie Kang, and I don't know how many cases Lang Xie Zanjie has dealt with in private. This kind of thing is as common as a traffic accident for Lang Evil Praise Ring. It's a bit of a hassle, but it's not really a big hassle.

"Negotiation." Lang Xie Zan Ring snapped his fingers: "The contest of wisdom, it is my mission to do my best for the young master." You can't expect a slut like Ariel, and sooner or later the young master will understand that a clever mind is more useful than a pretty body. ”

Lang Xie Zanjie found that this was an opportunity to show himself, so that he could fiercely suppress the competitors and regain the favor of the young master. Thinking of this, the depression in his heart was swept away, and his brain began to turn.

"Inform the young master. Hmm-" Lang Xie Zanjie looked at the officer in front of him, this was his confidant: "If the young master is in bed, tell him." If not, just tell him when he's in bed. ”

The officer nodded knowingly, and then asked, "Where is Elder Decane?" ”

"Stupid! Don't you know how to tell the young master's full-time secretary, Miss Ariel? It is impossible for you to meet Elder Decane, and I am unaware of it. If Miss Ariel happens to be in bed and forgets to tell me, it's not your responsibility. Lang Xiezan broke his intentions, he is a master in terms of caution, and he can throw Ariel off several streets.

Watching his henchmen leave, Lang Xie Zanjie began to look in the mirror again, until there was no trace of flaw, and then he walked steadily towards the conning tower of the "Hive" mothership. At the same time, a destroyer of the Qunan family approached the "hive" of the Dong'an Chamber of Commerce. A berth was opened, like a coelenterate foraging or excreting, and as the beacon lights flashed, security satellites began to scan the approaching battleship.

"Please uninstall the main engine."

"Please keep the power of the main reactor at room temperature."

"Please lock up all shipboard weapons."

"Please be fully transparent about the hull and board the ship for inspection in one minute."

“……”

The sound of the machine was repeated over and over again, and the tedious security procedures were being carried out one by one. When the values meet the highest security requirements, the Hive's traction beam is projected onto the battleship.

"Master, you're ready, you're ready to go."

On the bridge of the battleship, the blood steward Gu Lun's voice was hoarse. He was weak and excited, with bloodthirsty impulses flashing in his eyes.

"The first step in combat metabolism is to control your emotions." Chu Ming didn't look back, he paused and asked, "How many people can you control?" ”

"If you give up these hundreds of death row inmates, you can control more than a dozen ordinary people." Gu Lun thought for a moment and added: "Actually, if it is a clone, the price of blood is even smaller. ”

"That's what I'm going to warn about." Chu Ming turned his head: "The bottom line or morality, for me this is part of the belief. What would you do if my beliefs conflicted with yours? ”

"A servant should not have a conviction of his own." Gulen said without hesitation.

"I don't need a servant, it's a clash of beliefs, but, forget it, whatever you want. Let's go, go kill people. Chu Ming waved his hand and walked to the bridge.

"Yes, mighty master."

Gulen whispered in his mind, and his master gave him a strange feeling. Just like when the powerful warriors of the legendary Hundred Demon Period set off on the battlefield. And it's more real than what is described in those mythological books, and it's more exciting.

There were no slogans, no cheers, and no impassioned vows. He is not a very powerful master, nor is he very intelligent, nor does he have a deep background. But Gulen just felt the real glory and the belief in victory. It's strangely self-confident, illogical, but just not suspicious.

"Whose edge is that bright color in the sky?"

Gulen silently read a sentence from the title page of the book, which he had liked very much, but at the moment, he felt that it was too skinny. A more appropriate expression is indeed the last sentence that Chu Ming said just now.

"Let's go! Go kill someone! ”

Gu Lun raised his head and followed Chu Ming down the bridge...... (To be continued......)