Lucifer put down his glass and smiled: "Hey, there is an intruder." What are you going to do? ”

Leora's gaze flashed with surprise, and a transparent flame ignited: "It's been a long time since I've dealt with another authentic organic lifeform, let's see what the ship's navigator has in mind." ”

He sat down in front of the computer, fired a series of signals, and explained to Lucifer, "It's official space etiquette. I asked if they knew what the safe distance was for breaking into space, and what it was for. ”

A reply from the other party quickly appeared on the fluorescent screen: "I'm sorry to have violated your navigation area. I am a single cruiser pilot, I need fuel subsidies and some technical machinery maintenance, I wonder if your ship can provide it? ”

This time, Leora sent the thought wave directly into the other party's spaceship: "We're happy to help. Now fly at a speed of β to three points of light from our starship, which must inspect the inner workings of your spaceship before disarming the fence. ”

There were only two words in reply: "Roger that." ”

Leora turns on the electron beam. In an instant, the screen showed an old and dilapidated view of the interior of a space capsule, but what shocked him the most was the navigator sitting in front of the main control computer.

In addition to the youthful energy that fills his body, the driver with a retro mechanical arm wears a blue-white flame of hatred and boredom in his seven knots. At this moment, her straight gaze stared straight into the boundless time and space, piercing the distance between herself and the "Wanderer" with those eyes burning with inexplicable passion.

Boslin Rhaegar sat in his living room, staring gloomily at Phoenix as he walked back and forth. The remnants of the purple sunset were like a stubborn lighter, casting a tired shadow on his overly white skull. He is enough to confirm a law of bias: the most sultry beauty is not the magnificence and magnificence of the magnificence, but the tired face that is tired and alive, and will sleep for a thousand years in the next moment.

He was a little impatient: "Don't go around in circles anymore, I have a headache." ”

Phoenix stopped, his face still stiff, he had regained his old god's presence. He smiled calmly at Rhaegar: "The last thing you need right now is restlessness. ”

Rhaegar pursed his lips, showing undisguised unhappiness: "I have never planted such a fight, this little devil who does not know the height of the sky has drawn a path to me!" ”

He lay half-reclining on the couch with one hand on his shoulder, as if reading a reluctant repentance to himself, and he muttered to himself in annoyance. "I really didn't expect that Metis would die like this. My original intention was not to ask her to destroy anything at all, but to invite Hayfar to go through the test level, but in fact, to lure out the "witch god" behind Metis and frustrate Van Oelin. It's good now, he was so happy to be martyred with his brother, Metis really didn't play his cards according to reason. ”

Phoenix shook his head noncommittally: "No matter how you calculate, there will be a time when you run into an iron plate, right?" If you don't calm down, you'll lose even more. ”

Rhaegar glared at him several times in annoyance, fully showing his displeasure. Suddenly, the tension and anger in his whole body relaxed, and even the usual graceful and cunning "Persling smile" returned to his face.

With a twist on his heel, his right hand reached for the communicator, pressed the three-digit number, and happily began to change his mood: "Oh, Cremon? Butozilla is also there, and that's great, I'd like to ask both of you to come to my house right away. No problem, I'll see you later. ”

He put down the communicator and playfully waved his hand to the immobile Phoenix: "Please stay away for the time being, Your Excellency is still an undiscovered secret." Except for the demons and gods of the transcendent realm, there is probably no one who knows what you are. ”

As if thinking of something important, Phoenix's lips twitched, and he stopped talking.

Rhaegar noticed the fleeting flash of light and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Phoenix smiled wryly and shook his head, as if feeling nonsense about his thoughts, and then disappeared into the dark corridor.

Frey Featon, known as the "Golden Leopard of the Golden Age", is one of the most decorated generals in the history of the Federation Cluster. The sparse wrinkles and graying hair color did not make her look weak and old, but rather like a sharpened and sharpened "Substitute Juggernaut Sword", which made people dare not look at her.

At this time, her majestic expression was gone, and her kind eyes were watching her daughter talk endlessly, stating the course of the meeting.

Lancet's demeanor was more restrained than when he was in Parliament. She felt a new challenge rushing to her head, and the passion of her youth made her proud and joyful to face the battle that was almost a gamble. In this whirlpool, she faintly noticed a hint of pride.

As he spoke, the pure white communication band on his wrist turned purple. She grinned, casually pressed the dark bell beside her, and the fully automatic pitch-black electronic door opened lightly, and the three of them walked into the door one after another.

Lan Serge quickly stood up, greeted her visitor, and said happily, "You are really punctual. ”

She turned to her mother and quickly introduced them one by one. Frey Featon kept a subtle smile until she saw the girl with a purple mark on her neck, and her deep eyes seemed to flicker.

When the general left the living room, Lan Cerge said happily, "The first step is still going well. ”

She looked at a thin middle-aged man and said, "Chief of Staff, what do you think we should do next?" ”

The middle-aged man's bottomless eagle eyes flickered, and he said cautiously: "We must completely stand still, so that the Star Clan Autonomy Party thinks that we are all in danger at this moment, and nothing can be done except to save our lives in a panic." ”

Van Oelin Ryan smiled crisply: "Today's meeting is really enough, just seeing that little fox's rare panicked look, this scene is worth it." ”

She looked at Lan Seqi appreciatively, "Great performance, little blue." ”

Lan Seqi winked at her affectionately, "You're not bad, Fan. ”

Van Oelin lowered his head and thought for a moment, and said quickly: "The most urgent thing now is to lure him into the urn on the one hand, but also to guard against his fangs coming out of the sheath at all times. ”

"You mean, Rhaegar really thinks you have some secret intent on getting rid of you?" ”

Van Oelin nodded and asked the chief of staff beside her, "Badi, what do you think?" ”

The Chief of Staff pondered it for a moment, and said, "This must be guarded against – in fact, if he dares to do so, we will have more evidence in our possession." ”

Lan Seqi frowned: "By all means, you can't let Fan Lai be the bait—"

The red-haired boy, who had been silent and curled up to the side, suddenly spoke coldly: "She won't be in any danger, I will be by her side these days." ”