Armor: I can only summon the general

Xinnan sat aside and watched An Mixiu and Qiao Shefei chatting, listening to them talking incomprehensible words. An Mixiu even started crying while they were talking, which made him very confused.

"Wah, can you understand what they are saying?"

"What do you mean? Aren't they speaking Mandarin?"

Hua He patted Xin Nan's arm and said jokingly to him.

"No, I can understand what they say, but I can't understand what they mean. Does An Mixiu want to stay or doesn't want to stay? Is his position..."

"Okay, don't worry about this. People's positions will change with the environment and other circumstances, and they are not static. It depends on the person. At least he is still standing in front of us now, not in the base of the shadow world. He just You saved Mei Zhen, didn’t you?”

When Hua He saw the worried look on Xin Nan's face, he knew that his old habits were back again, so he patted his arm again and comforted him.

With Hua He's comfort, Xinnan's frown gradually relaxed. Hua He was right. At least An Mixiu was still on their side now. He was just afraid that An Mixiu would stand on the opposite side of him. In this way, he would I have lost a close friend.

"Xinnan, I don't know how Beimiao and the others are doing with their inspection. You can go in and take a look for me."

Through the changes in Xin Nan's expression, Hua He knew what he was thinking, so he casually found an excuse to push him away.

Xinnan was also very discerning. He immediately agreed, got up, walked to the bathroom, and then entered the base.

After the "outsider" Xin Nan left, Qiao Shefei immediately took An Mixiu's arm and asked seriously: "An Mixiu, when you say you envy me, are you sincere or just flattering?"

"Of course I am sincere. There is no need for politeness between us brothers."

An Mixiu wiped the tears on his face and gave an ugly smile.

After getting An Mixiu's reply, Qiao Shefei cast his eyes on Hua He sitting in front of the bar and asked what he meant.

Hua He did not disappoint him. He raised his hand and made an "OK" gesture, indicating that Qiao Shefei could talk about the transformation.

With Hua He's signal, a smile emerged on Qiao Shefei's face and he continued to stare at An Mixiu in front of him.

"An Mixiu, I ask you very seriously now, are you willing to become a person like me, live honestly on the earth for decades, and then end your life, or continue to be like you are now? Are you going to live like neither a human nor a ghost?"

An Mixiu looked into Qiao Shefei's eyes. He was very familiar with this issue. When the Nether Legion was fighting in the galaxy, he told the other brothers this way. At the beginning, he tried to persuade everyone to find a planet to live peacefully and build a peaceful life. Their own Ares, but most of the brothers didn't agree with it at first.

Even his best friend Qiao Shefei didn't understand his thoughts. It was only because of their relationship that they didn't boycott him publicly.

But now, a thousand years later, the question is still the same, but the person asking and being asked has changed. When this question came from Qiao Shefei's mouth, An Mixiu was still a little surprised.

Qiao Shefei noticed An Mixiu's expression, and immediately put on a serious expression, and then asked the question again.

"An Mixiu, if you still treat me as your brother, tell me the truth. Are you willing to give up everything in the past, become a down-to-earth human on Earth, and live a stable life with us on Earth?"

This time Qiao Shefei expressed "solemnity" from his tone to his expression. Only then did An Mixiu react and take Qiao Shefei's issue seriously.

After thinking for a while, An Mixiu asked with doubts: "Although I don't know what happened to you, I can feel that there is a strange thing in your body, and there is nothing related to Ares in your body. You are indeed an Earthling now. This is incredible. How did you do it? How did you break the shackles and become a free man?"

An Mixiu had many questions and concerns. Qiao Shefei's changes shocked him. Can he transform from an Aresian to an Earthling with the current Earth's technology?

Even if it can be done, at what cost? Through his perception, he knew that there was no Ares gene code in Qiao Shefei's body, and Qiao Shefei also said that he could only live for a few decades. Is this the price?

Also, if he becomes a human, will his abilities disappear? In that case, what should I do if I meet my former brother or his father again in the future? Without strong power, how could he intervene in the affairs of the Netherworld Legion?

If he is just a human with no power, once the Netherworld Legion appears again, the armored warriors will definitely not sit idly by. At that time, he can only be a spectator, watching his friends or brothers being slaughtered, and But he couldn't do anything. These were all his worries.

Qiao Shefei had been with An Mixiu for thousands of years. Of course he knew what An Mixiu was thinking and explained it to him immediately.

"Actually, I can become like this thanks to Hua He. It was Hua He who took me in and used his method to help me transform my body. Not only did I become a human on Earth, but I also got more power than before. I can tell you that I am no less powerful now than I was a thousand years ago. Give me some more time and I will be stronger than I was at my peak."

Qiao Shefei clenched his fist and gestured to An Mixiu. An Mixiu glanced down, and then he also clenched his fist and moved forward. He wanted to give Qiao Shefei a break of arms.

When their wrists were together, Qiao Shefei motioned to An Mixiu and asked him to exert force first.

An Mexiu looked at Qiao Shefei doubtfully. When he saw Qiao Shefei's confident eyes, he seemed to see Captain Qiao who could kill fifty space pirates thousands of years ago by himself.

After the two looked at each other, An Mixiu also became serious, and began to press down hard with his arms. At first, he could pull Qiao Shefei's arm back a little, but with Qiao Shefei's strength, he couldn't. No matter how hard he pressed, he could only stay in this position.

An Mixiu raised his head and glanced at Qiao Shefei. He still looked calm and calm, but in Qiao Shefei's eyes, An Mixiu's veins had popped out and he had probably used 70 to 80% of his strength.

Time passed by, and An Mixiu's arm could not press another millimeter, and his competitive spirit was aroused.

As a gray mist floated up An Mixiu's forearm, Qiao Shefei immediately felt a stronger force than before. He couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head.

"An Mixiu, are you serious? You still have to use your mental energy to fight, or have you already regressed to such a state?"