Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 370 Encounter

Zuo Wu just cast a glance at Sang Deya, but Sang Deya's eyes kept falling on Zuo Wu's back and did not move away for a long time.

Until Zuo Wu completely walked into the upper deck of the starship and sat on the captain's chair that everyone was looking forward to.

And his destination is the original warehouse of the Fugitive, which has now been modified into a third-class cabin, and the conditions tend to be between simple and harsh, perhaps closer to the latter.

Regardless of whether Zuo Wu is willing or not, or how approachable he thinks he is, he is separated from "all living beings" by such a thick barrier after all.

There is a saying that there is no "encounter" in the life of the superior, and every encounter is intentional, overt or covert.

Because as long as you can get close enough to the superior and win even a little favor from the other party, flying to the sky will never be an unattainable dream, and you can easily surpass others who have experienced dozens or hundreds of years of experience and are hopeless. ravine.

No one can refuse this kind of temptation, and no one is willing to give up this opportunity to others, and those with vested interests will not tolerate any inexplicable people to share the cake in their hands.

Even the superior person himself, when sobriety and rationality still occupy the upper hand in his head, never wants to give his trust to a person who has never met but has an inexplicable eye for him when his head is hot.

Zuo Wu is not the same for now.

Xindilian has risen too fast, and there is no stable interest alliance around him. The so-called interest cake is still too much, and it has not been divided up.

In addition, most of the professional bureaucrats currently joining Xindilian are temporary workers, and only a small number have obtained formal contracts. Zuo Wu usually runs around so that everyone has no time to figure out his psychology, and no one can effectively induce him.

That's why Zuo Wu was able to slap his head, remembering Sandy Cliff who had been infinitely marginalized, and brought him to this trip to Earth.

Originally, the hairless tauren had absolutely no role in this operation, and it was even more impossible to arrange him on the Fugitive.

The Fugitive was refitted from a scientific research starship, and the rooms were already limited, and the allocation of each quota was overwhelming——

Xindilian is no longer the same as it used to be. There are no longer a few applicants.Especially after Zuo Wu killed the support corps without receiving any punishment, and even got the acquiescence of the alliance, the number of recruits was even more crowded.

This trip to the earth is also regarded by many people as an excellent opportunity to get close to Zuo Wu. The private struggle is fierce. Maybe it can reproduce a wave of Zuo Wu in the past when he was on the quiet planet of the old Imperial Union, surrounded by all kinds of creatures who came to court him. What a grand stay.

In the eyes of others, Sand Cliff, who has been marginalized for a long time, shouldn't come.

The hairless tauren didn't know how many jealous eyes he had received, and he didn't know that the third-class cabin that was going to be the farthest from Zuo Wu was specially arranged by someone, and he didn't know that the creation that was going to pack his luggage had already Ready to go, but after seeing that Zuo Wu didn't seem to care about his predicament, Qi Qi stopped his steps.

The invisible curtain wall surrounding Zuo Wu is pushing him away.

Sang Deya just bowed his head and silently picked up his luggage. Since they represent his dignity that no one cares about, he is the only one who can care about it.

Must, they must be organized as meticulously as when they were in the Legion!The hairless tauren squatted down, and even its posture was a standard military posture.

The suitcases were stacked up again, neatly.

This movement seemed to attract others, and a pair of feet stopped in front of the hairless tauren, slightly blocking the light projected by the dock here.

From the corner of Sand Cliff's eyes, he saw a mollusc creature in front of him, wearing a strange but kind leather mask on his face.

It's nesting fever.

Wo Jinre tilted his head, and his tone was quite curious: "Tauren, what are you performing here?"

Sang Deya said in a muffled voice: "Soft miscellaneous...Soft people, this is not a show, it's showing the style of our army!"

Wogginger didn't care about the "soft bastard" that Sang Deya almost blurted out. He has been used to all kinds of cynicism for so many years in the alliance, and he knows how to fight back. He just looked left and right: "Legion? What legion?"

"The legion of the Imperial Alliance! The legion under the supreme command of His Majesty himself!"

"Oh, the legion of the old Imperial Alliance, I said why can't I see its shadow anywhere." Wojin nodded hotly.

Sang Deya raised his head suddenly: "It is the Imperial Alliance! There is no distinction between the old and the new Imperial Alliance! I am His Majesty's subordinate, and I am undoubtedly a soldier directly under His Majesty!"

Wo Jinre shrugged: "Really? Then how did you, a soldier directly under His Majesty, get mixed up with me, a person whose occupation is written as 'Puppet Army' on my identity information, as a neighbor who lives in the third class cabin?"

As he spoke, he helped Sandya pick up the box on the ground, tidied it up a bit and handed it to the tauren.

The tauren froze for a moment: "Puppet army, what is that?"

"Probably betrayed the regime to which he belonged, and joined the armed forces of the Imperial Alliance instead." Woking thought of an explanation.

"Whoever gave you an identity is simply nonsense, taking our regulations and military rank for nothing!" Sang Deya stared: "In our Imperial Alliance, people like you are generally called 'Foreign Legion'!"

Wo Jinre pointed to his head: "Who are you asking? It is the AI ​​who has no hair but is highly valued by His Majesty. She personally gave it to her."

I mean blunt.

Of course, Sang Deya knew Dutzi, and knew that she had a special status. At this moment, she suddenly got stuck, and could only murmur stubbornly:
"Just... even Miss Duzi is still doing nonsense; I'm sorry, Softbody, since you belong to the Foreign Legion, you are my comrade in arms. Please forgive my previous rudeness."

"I don't think you're being rude." Woking said as he helped Sandya pack the last bag of luggage, and turned to go back to his room.

However, Sang Deya stopped him after completing a brief battle between heaven and man in his heart: "Excuse me! This comrade in arms, can you tell me the opportunity for you to join the Foreign Legion and the reason why you are loyal to His Majesty? I haven't exchanged experience with my comrades for a long time. If you do, your heart will rust too."

Wo Jinnuo stopped, a little awkward: "It's better to call my puppet army more comfortable, it's nothing, I was supposed to be your majesty's guide to the earth this time."

"Guide? That's not a very important job. Why was he assigned to the third class cabin like me?" the hairless tauren was surprised.

But Woking pointed to his nose: "Some people don't want me, a puppet army with no family or faction, to get too close to His Majesty."

"You tell your majesty that you will definitely get better treatment based on your duties!"

Woking opened his mouth. How could he say that the one who made this arrangement was a blunt person? He could only change the subject: "It's okay, I believe nothing can deceive His Majesty's eyes. He has his own considerations in doing all this."

It's just that he didn't expect that such a sentence seems to have entered the password in Sang Deya's heart-absolutely trust His Majesty, and silently bear the injustice, this is an absolute bosom friend!
Sang Deya was even more joyful. He almost hated seeing Woking for too long. He took the hand of the mollusc creature in front of him and continued:
"Yes, yes! It's an honor to meet your foreign comrade! I... I... That's right! You are His Majesty's guide to the earth, right? I have a little drink here, let's enjoy it together! Can you tell me Say what a miraculous planet the earth is?"

Woking fever is a bit inexplicable: "It's just an ordinary habitable planet, where is there such a 'what a miracle'?"

"Oh, brother, don't be kidding me."

"I'm not joking, it's really ordinary, just find a continental planet with ocean distribution." Wo Jinre tilted his head: "Are you a little too inexplicable?"

Sandy Cliff froze.

The heart that had just warmed up cooled down again.

He suddenly realized that he was still holding Wo Jinnuo's hand, so he shook it off forcefully, wanting to wipe it on his body but he was concerned about his military uniform, and he couldn't use the suitcase that represented dignity.

I thought about it.

He began to rub the hand hard with the top of his bald head.

(End of this chapter)