"It's really a classical hobby, and now few people will reject the convenience of hyperspace superimposed conveyor belts."

The other party was stunned in surprise, and then furrowed his brows. Although he still maintains a high level of vigilance, he no longer arches every nerve fiber that opens his teeth and claws. His understatement made the kid unable to grasp the right head for a moment.

However, that beautiful and nervous face was suddenly covered with a frighteningly soft smile.

"Rude, my name is Shanfil Howard. If you insist on tracing the genealogy of this surname, it is a side branch of the Ma Minshan lineage. So, I should call you cousin, right? ”

Wizho didn't expect the hand to come out bloody at once, and he was really stunned. It was only a matter of seconds, and hundreds of options for replying were eliminated by him one by one.

He simply put aside all the drama and confrontation and came up with an unexpected confession.

"Do you want an angel's tooth? Little cousin. The joy of listening to confessions while taking drugs, but you have never understood it! ”

What! And so he admitted it? Like a boneless rattlesnake, its soft waist slumped towards the hunter's impending arrow, unloading the opponent's weapon without a trace.

Shan Flails couldn't imagine why his opponent would throw up the white flag and surrender so smoothly, and even come with a bunch of confessions in the style of jumping off the building. Because of this unreasonable trick, all the maneuvers and countermeasures he had prepared suddenly became a stone that sank to the bottom of the lake.

As he listened to Wizho's gushing narrative, he became more and more speechless. The hot and sweet angel bite marks brought him back from his stunned numbness from time to time.

In short, you might as well think of my arrival as a kind of romantic plot that often appears in interstellar operas. A chess player who has come from the edge of memory is ready to play a game of wrestling like never before. I'm going to condemn him... Of course, in case of any misunderstanding, I must be more frank: I want him, of course, not just for political purposes. ”

Shan's expression turned pale, and her originally decent and old facial features were instantly broken, revealing a childish appearance of being brave and ruthless, "just go out and do a big job".

"What are you... What do you think of him again?! A rag doll lost on the side of the road? Running to protect the star field with absolute neutrality to ask for people, what is this! ”

The more he scolded, the more smooth his mouth became, completely forgetting that the other party raised his eyebrows, his eyes drifted to the side, and he had a slick and slick look of speculation.

"Well, even if he's not mine. But what do you do with him, whether he leaves the planet or not? ”

"Of course it's my business! As long as you don't bother him, Mr. Rhaegar will always be here. You don't know that from the first time I saw him, I was—"

Unable to cut off Vizho's words, Shan Flails stepped into the shifting sand array that had been prearranged by the other party. He had just stepped on it when he knew that the tide was turning. His cheeks were like the petals of a rose dyed with fire, and his eyes were pale and shining.

He didn't dare to look back, knowing that the man behind him would meet his gaze in his usual manner. He can even draw out slightly frowning brows, tense neck lines, and dark gazes out of thin air.

"The last half of the sentence is better to be kept for the time being. How about a closing sentence for a term paper? ”

Perslin crossed his hands and reclined against the slightly closed door.

He looked at Shan, as if he was staring at a memory of the starlight floating in front of him in the void, and his tone was close to gentleness.

"It's just that at the moment, I have to deal with the ghosts of the past first. I wouldn't have been able to move forward without dealing with the previous story without an ending first. Now I am not only unable to respond to your feelings, but I am only a futile blasphemy to all the people and things I cherish. ”

Shanfang listened to his words, and suddenly felt that Perslin was not announcing something, but with his diamond-shaped slightly trembling lips and teeth, he was calling for help with all his might.

Perhaps a long time ago, when the sunset star became a light-changing star and the ore fragments turned into a meteor shower and smashed the vacuum, he began to silently ask for help. Shanfang gritted his teeth and remained silent, until this moment, he finally touched the soul reef of the object he cared about the most, and for the first time realized the trauma of phosphorus called "love".

"Level?"

"Extremely urgent, clear of all distractions."

"Code?"

"Valchouli."

The man who had asked the question quickly replaced another conductor circuit network, and the tiny trowel, louder than the trumpet, filled the narrow forward compartment.

"What a disobedience,! If you come to get it right, the accumulation network and I will make a conflict. ”

The person who answered seemed to feel extremely uncomfortable even using one more word, and the bass, which was originally better than the saxophone, was messed up with the syllables of the wonderful sentence breaks, like a synthesized speech system that had been set up incorrectly.

"Shift, it's been said a long time ago."

"Really not helping me? Don't do that. ”

This time, not even a word popped out. It may be that the wrong line is encountered, and the system begins to warn the repairer that the operation can not be continued. The bright and lively coquettish has been replaced by a vicious begging: "you, you really don't care about me!" Help, dear boss—"

The deliberately long tail note is already a begging whisper.

"The price?"

"Ah, even the closest partner needs you to show up, so stingy?"

"Hmm."

It is always inevitable to use a crisp poisonous tongue for anger and cursing, and finally surrendered. Yanings, nicknamed "Shower", touched the tip of his playful nose and reluctantly drew the conditions.

"In this way, I will take care of the patrol tasks in the future, and you will serve these dead ghost wires for communication, right?"

Putting on the shock-proof gloves and taking over the alloy soldering device and heat-insulating eye shield, Isabe resigned herself to her half-lying position and began to operate the simple communication network that had been messed up.

Yanings grinned at her flowing movements, and got a little carried away talking about an out-of-print comic agency on the Aurides Nebula. Originally, she didn't mind her partner's usual elation and chatter, but when the data was fed from the terminal to the LCD screen on the wall, Isabe couldn't help but reach out and block Yanings's half-sentence hanging in the air. The coder automatically interprets messages that both of them don't know how to react.

Her cat-eyed yellow pupils, which were half-closed in both directions, suddenly tightened, as if she had been stabbed with a carving knife, and threw the complete code and translation to Yanings, who was smiling, and then walked to the drink stand in the corner with frightening efficiency, and after switching several codes, she watched a glass of phosphorus-blue liquid emerge from the conveyor belt.