Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 371
The Fugitive embarked on a journey again and slowly left from the starship dock.

Zuo Wu sat on the captain's seat and felt that the seat under his buttocks was already soaked with the smell of sea monsters. There were subtle scratch marks on the soft cushions, which were very similar to the scratches on his body. It must be Ai Shanshan. The scales on the body.

It seems that the fugitive was taken away by Ai Shanshan. During the time she traveled through the space debris, the siren sat here to deal with the work almost from the first moment she opened her eyes, until she was too tired. Put your legs up and hug your knees for a short rest.

Zuo Wu didn't think he could have the same perseverance as Ai Shanshan. He had fallen asleep on the captain's seat before, and the first few times he felt good, but after more times, he would only feel back pain, as if every time the seat Every structure is against itself.

I really don't know what kind of will Ai Shanshan relied on to persevere, Zuo Wu clicked his tongue, and clicked on the control interface of the starship with some unfamiliarity.

Different from the clutter in the impression, everything on the control interface has been sorted out in an orderly manner by the Kraken. All kinds of official affairs have been classified and neatly summarized, and all the completed ones are filed, and the unprocessed ones are also arranged in order of time and importance. After the level is displayed, it seems that everything is trying to facilitate the next person to take over.

There was no other way. When Ai Shanshan set off, Xindilian could not even complete the construction of the grass-roots team; even with the efforts of Duzi and Fang Nuolu, although the decision-making team was recruited, there was still no way to help Ai Shanshan. How much, because there are insurmountable network delays in the cosmic debris getting in the way.

The more you think.

Zuo Wuyue felt a little ashamed, and seemed to be able to imagine Ai Shanshan sitting here biting his nails, his eyes bloodshot and racking his brains, but after thinking about it, he dealt with everything in an extremely capable manner.

At the same time, I feel like I am a little boy who is being maintained by a capable strong woman.

Fortunately, now, a whole professional bureaucratic team has been packed by himself, and neither Ai Shanshan nor himself need to worry about these annoying official duties anymore.

It's just that the feeling of being indebted to the siren couldn't be dispelled, Zuo Wu looked back, and Ai Shanshan was lazily sitting on the sofa behind, poking his cheeks, as if admiring the back of his work.

...In this case, even if it's just pretending, you have to show it.

Zuo Wu cleared his throat, moved his knuckles, opened the overall inspection page of the Fugitive according to his impression, and found that the starship seemed to be equipped with some new functions.

The surrounding environment is clearly displayed through the eyes installed on the Fugitive. As the camera zooms out, Zuo Wu can see the whole picture of the starship dock, and even see farther——

The departure of the Fugitive was like an order. With it as the leader, the mighty starship fleet left the port together, like a luxurious ceremonial canopy, and exuded the momentum of launching a war of annihilation against any unlucky regime in the next second. .

Zuo Wu was fascinated by watching, and wanted to zoom out further, but unexpectedly, he heard a "puchi" laugh behind him.

It is Mount Aishan.

Ai Shanshan stretched his waist, leaned lazily on the sofa, and blinked at Zuo Wu:

"Stop pretending, what's so strange? It's just a 'navigation image'. Oh, maybe you still don't understand this word. How about 'reversing radar'? You should be able to understand it."

Zuo Wu felt that the back of his head was hit hard by the siren's taunt, and he turned his head angrily, only to see that Ai Shanshan was just lazily throwing snacks into her mouth.

"Really, but I also have a part in the Fugitive. It is wrong for you to modify it without my consent."

"Okay, okay, I am willing to accept all punishments, do you want to throw me in prison or exile for three thousand light years?"

Ai Shanshan shrugged, took another look at the snacks in his hand, and stuffed them into his mouth:

"Ha, should I eat more now and get fatter, after all, I'm afraid I'll have to suffer from hunger and cold for a while after being exiled."

"It's not necessary,"

Zuo Wu was a little itchy, and looked around. This is the highest point of the Fugitive's center, which looks like a terrace:
"Punishment? Well, it's a pity that there are still people here, otherwise I would like the punishment to start immediately."

Ai Shanshan patted his chest, as if a little relieved: "It's great, you still care about people around you."

Zuo Wu stood up directly and approached step by step: "I can ignore it from now on."

Done.

Ai Shanshan squinted his eyes, as if he was really choked, he grabbed the cushion beside him and threw it out: "It's not serious! Just now I wanted to praise you for finally having a job, now?! You don't ask What is the origin of these starship formations following us?"

Zuo Wu tilted his head and thought for a while: "It's the guard of honor arranged by the Star Sea Alliance to give us a grand occasion, there are also supervisors of the old civilization, and there are various groups that I don't know, but they are still working for me."

He is still moving forward.

Ai Shanshan was gradually forced to the edge of the terrace, and there was no way to avoid it. He could only lean on the translucent fence, glanced back, and could see the hurried footsteps of the staff below.

Speaking of which, this tall and suspended terrace is also her modification. The original idea was to park the ancient painting Qingkong in the space below. In an emergency, she only needs to jump from the terrace to be caught by the mecha. Then take advantage of the opportunity to enter the mecha.

It's a pity that along the way, the ancient painting Qingkong has not been dispatched a few times, and the empty space below has gradually been filled with various office utensils, until this time it was simply changed into an office space for bureaucrats.

The sea monster originally thought that he would be relieved of the heavy burden, and after someone worked for him, he could finally be condescending and comfortable, but he didn't expect that he would be forced into a dead corner by Zuo Wu, and forced into this situation.

...seems quite exciting?

But you can't be soft on your mouth.

Ai Shanshan continued to put a sneer on his face, and continued to mock at Zuo Wu, but his ears were pricked up to listen to the footsteps of the staff below, feeling that his body would also be chilled by the airflow caused by their busyness:

"Just come here when you shoot your head, ha, I admit that your photos are not bad, but isn't that obvious? If you don't think about it further, you can't look at appearances in everything... ah!"

Zuo Wu had already pounced on him, and Ai Shanshan let out a mournful cry, then hurriedly covered his mouth, was pressed against the fence of the terrace, and glanced down.

No one seemed to notice the scream and the increasingly flustered breathing, and the busy footsteps of the staff below the terrace were not disturbed in any way.

a long time.

Ai Shanshan glared at Zuo Wu, and slightly let go of the hand covering his mouth: "Why don't you listen to me, you, you... ah!"

She covered her mouth tightly again, and even her eyes were wet together.

Zuo Wu shrugged, unable to move his hands: "What am I?"

"...You don't talk about martial arts."

The siren's words might just be unintentional words, but Zuo Wu, who is so cute and reading novels from the earth thousands of years ago, suddenly had some drama, the feeling of exasperation doubled, and even the movement became louder.

Ai Shanshan still tightly covered her own mouth with both hands, but her head was thrown back uncontrollably.

The movement finally disturbed the people below a little, and a staff member who was walking in a hurry looked up strangely.

Zuo Wu suddenly regained his interest, held down Ai Shanshan's silver-white hair, and hugged her back into the shadow of the terrace.

……

The Fugitive is a starship that originally belonged to tech hunters. The durable leather also brings the ability to expand and modify at any time.Zuo Wu felt very unfamiliar with this starship, because with the deepening of its transformation, even its scale had expanded several times.

What happened in the center is just a small episode, as Zuo Wu said, there are countless subordinates who he may never have the chance to know in his life, busy around him.

The fugitive starship alone is like this. There are one, two, and three class cabins under the central room. Everyone has their own responsibilities. Delighted, thus a dream soaring into the sky.

Sand Cliff may not have. After he was arranged on the starship, he did not receive any instructions or work, and could only let the long journey be wasted.

It is indeed long. The solar system where the earth is located is located in the Orion cantilever of the Milky Way. The location is the undisputed frontier of the Milky Way. Even if there is a hyperspace channel, the time-consuming time required to cross it is still a torment.

The hairless tauren is used to suffering, every day after the destruction of the old Imperial Alliance and its corps, but now he can comfort himself that at least he is very close to His Majesty, which can make life a little easier.

The evidence is that he has always maintained the standards of a member of the legion and insisted on himself when he was receiving strange looks from others, so he actually had the leisure to observe the surrounding environment.

In third class, there were many complaints.

Sandya could hear some people ridiculing himself for putting on a show, because no matter how strict his standards were, His Majesty would definitely not see him, at least he would not come to this third-class cabin.

Everyone is a bureaucrat recruited from various regimes, and has long been familiar with the subtleties of various routines; being assigned to the third-class cabin means that everyone is a loser in speculation, because even if His Majesty comes here, the third-class cabin Most of the people will be replaced in advance, and they will be replaced by cronies of those in high positions, and they will not leave the opportunity to fly to the sky to others.

Sang Deya just wanted to laugh, these people never thought that there would be someone beside them who could enter the starship center every day to report to work——

It's nesting fever.

Wo Jinre, whose ID card says "pseudo-army", is still Zuo Wu's guide to the earth, and is still the messenger of the new emperor to communicate with the Ming Ma civilization. There is only one reason why such an important duty is assigned here. It was he who was targeted by blunt people.

Passengers in the third class cannot be assigned to the transport creation, and this is very far away from the center of the Fugitive, which means that every day Woking fever has to get up early and late at night, as if to carry out asceticism again and again.

It was another "night", everyone finished their work and returned to their respective cabins. People who were familiar with each other gathered together again and started chatting in twos and threes.

There is no familiar person in Sang Deya, but he will stand in a military posture at the door of the cabin every day to hear any new news.

The voices of complaints still occupy the mainstream here, and there are some gossips that do not know the truth or falsehood. They are not really undercurrents, but they are enough to arouse people's curiosity.

"Have you heard? Your Majesty is going back to Earth with great fanfare this time, and he may have the intention of establishing a capital there!"

Sandy Cliff scoffed at this, but hoped that it would be true.

The chattering voice continued:

"You ask how I know? Just kidding, I'm an expert in intelligence! The regime I worked in used to have a lot of espionage, and I personally arrested a lot of them! Every mouth is very strict. If it weren't for me, I would His old employers don’t even know that most of them are Liaoyuan’s spies!”

Sand Cliff still snorted, but at the same time felt a little distressed. The spies must have been the most violent in the old Imperial League, and there was no need to interrogate their identities. Anyway, they had a high probability of being inextricably linked to Liaoyuan.

The man seemed to no longer intend to reveal the news, but began to complain deeply:
"Your Majesty of Xindilian has no eyes. You said that brother, I am so capable, why was I still assigned here? I can't enter the center, so I should be assigned to the first-class cabin anyway? Let me tell you, the first-class cabin is now only Living in half, the remaining half is completely occupied by bugs!"

"Why can those worms climb so high, just because they wear maid outfits? Really, it would be great to store them as luggage in the warehouse, and they should make way for such underappreciated people like me..."

Sang Deya has completely lost interest in this voice. It is a miracle that he can be placed here. He doesn't even know the relationship between the Struworms and His Majesty.

The hairless tauren's eyes focused on another place, counting the time, it was time for Woking to come back.

really.

Today's soft-body man also looks listless, as if the heavy work and long commute to work have drained all his energy, and the mucus is weakly secreted behind him and stained the ground, like the footprints of a distressed traveler mixed with mud.

Sang Deya just silently paid attention to him. According to the usual practice, he will go back to the dormitory for two or three hours of rest, and then he will go to work again in good spirits.

Every minute and every second of his life cannot be delayed, but today Wojinre actually stopped in front of Sand Cliff.

Sang Deya was surprised, but his military posture remained unchanged.

Woking looked at him and touched the human skin mask on his face: "...Maybe it's my luck to meet you, Sang Deya, do you want to go back to serve His Majesty?"

The hairless tauren's posture became more and more correct: "As long as His Majesty needs it, I can go through fire and water for the Imperial Alliance!"

"I'm asking if you want to go back to serve His Majesty."

Sang Deya struggled a bit: "...I want to, but what else is possible?"

"I can help you, rather, we can help each other." Woking said.

"Until you apologize for your rude words to Earth, I refuse to have any form of cooperation with you, even if you are a comrade in arms belonging to the Foreign Legion." The tauren insisted.

"...Why is it so difficult to go to work and save some commuting time? Obviously the earth is an ordinary continental planet," Wo Jinnuo became more and more powerless: "Okay, okay, I apologize, the earth is the birthplace of human beings The place is the most special place in the entire universe, okay?"

Sang Deya smiled: "Okay, I forgive you."

Wo Jinre pointed to his dormitory: "Then let's go in and talk?"

"No, I haven't finished my military posture today."

"You idiot...!" Wo Jinre stared, but turned to look at the group of insects around the third-class cabin: "Okay, I'll wait for you, ha, I hope you are worth the sleep I wasted today , to accompany you all night long."

(End of this chapter)