Invalid Mark [Interstellar]

With the Milky Way as the center, human beings have developed nine galaxies in the endless universe. Each galaxy has a population of more than [-] billion and countless kingdoms.

The children in the kindergarten all know to win over their good friends and not play with annoying children, not to mention the vast number of independent political systems, so although there are infinitely many unknown areas in the universe, human beings no longer focus on exploration. , but instead focused on infighting.

From time to time, large and small conflicts occur in various galaxies, but they are still within the peace treaty signed by the entire galaxies, and do not fight on the living planets.

The closer the galaxy is to the sun, the more prosperous it is, the more powerful the army stationed, the management is stricter, and the security level is extraordinarily high. Although it is fat, it is not black.road.military.fire.poison.Taste.Walk.It's a good place to be private. Every year, illegal organizations that secretly go underground to make money in the Milky Way are plowed to pieces. Unless the wealth is particularly rich, ordinary small illegal organizations dare not pass through the Milky Way.

Atlanta, the most powerful empire in the universe, is in the Milky Way, Imperial College is in the second galaxy, and Desert Star is in the fourth galaxy, which is a compromise position.

Desert Star is black.The Dao Jin family's private territory does not belong to any country, and the armed defense system is complete, which is better than many small countries.Almost all the people living here are followers of the Jin family, and there are also some black households who have fled from various galaxies without ID cards.

Desert Star has a huge underground auction house. Some special goods obtained from the auction are not used much. Now, all the redundant decorations in the auction house have been removed, and only a huge mecha is parked.

Anyone, even an old hat who doesn't know how to appreciate it, will praise this mech as "perfect".

The whole body of the mech is silver and white, and the materials used for the fuselage are all solid and expensive rare metals. The lines are smooth and beautiful, not like a combat weapon, but more like a light butterfly. It is equipped with the most high-end weapons today. The firepower of the wings, which resemble the wings of a butterfly, is estimated to crush a planet in an instant.

This is a battle mech that has raised its firepower to the extreme, and it is also a mecha that far exceeds the level of current mecha manufacturing.

Because it cannot be activated, its portholes are dark, like a pair of closed eyes, as if they have been asleep for many years, waiting for someone to open them in the long silence.

"It's really beautiful," Cullen King stood on a glass plank suspended in mid-air, squinted his eyes, leaned over to observe the mech carefully, and then took another sip of strong vodka, "Expensive materials are nothing , the most beautiful thing is its operating system—can you imagine that there is a mecha in the world that can completely link the human spirit without sound?"

The secretary behind him lowered his head and replied in an almost mechanical voice: "I can't imagine."

"Ha, it's right if you can't imagine it. I can't believe it until I see it with my own eyes." Cullen Jin stretched out a rough hand full of scars, and touched the cold skin of the mecha. On the surface, "It's really strange. Who solved the problem that plagued the nine galaxies in the universe? Why didn't you leave a name?"

Cullen King, the largest black in the fourth galaxy.A real head snake, a heinous pervert who likes to play with the beautiful and slender Omega, and then kills the Omega that has been played until it is covered with scars and blood, and makes it into a specimen. It is said that the most beautiful time for a person is also the most painful time , He wants to freeze the most beautiful side of these beautiful Omega and keep them as treasures.

However, for such a pervert, his appearance is even gentle and elegant, he wears strict formal clothes, the buttons are buttoned to the top, and there are a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that are neither shallow nor deep, which just rightly bears the bloody storm of his more than 100 years.

But when he was excited, his illusion could no longer be maintained. There was a certain kind of extremely nervous light in his eyes, like a vicious, bloodthirsty snake ready to go, and his voice was full of excitement. Trembling.

Secretary Calle has followed him for many years, and he still feels genuine fear in his heart when he hears him speak in this tone.

But he can't show his fear unless he doesn't want to die.

Calle, who could tell when he wanted someone to answer and when he was just talking to himself, remained silent.

After Cullen King finished drinking the vodka, he casually threw the cup down the high plank road.Parabolic is illegal, but in Desert Star, he himself is the law.

The fragile crystal cup fell to the ground and made a lonely sound.

"Fortunately, that trash Andre didn't break it up and sell it because he was so poor that he couldn't get rid of it," Cullen Jin said. "Let's spread the news about this mecha. How many fish are willing to not eat this bait?"

Mechas are limited by the operating system, and they have never been able to be widely promoted in the army. They must be equipped with professional mecha drivers. If there is a mecha that can directly link with the spirit, there is no doubt that it will attract all capable people in the universe. Competing kingdoms for attention.

Whoever can obtain the technology of this mech will be able to gain a new life.

Cullen Jin took out the space button for loading the mecha, it was made into the shape of a butterfly, a butterfly flapping its wings, the wings of the butterfly were sprinkled with ground gold powder and diamonds, it looked luxurious and squeamish and pretty.

The person who made this mech and the space button was probably trying to coax a child who loves beauty very much.At this moment, Cullen King suddenly thought for no reason, and then stuffed the space button into the shredder.

The shredder was running, and the stuffed stuff was shredded with a click.

The mecha still stopped in place silently, motionless.

The news of this unknown mech is like a stone, stirring up waves in the nine galaxies.

Ordinary people have no channels to know this news, it is only spread in certain classes, the high-level mech designers who received Cullen's invitation, black.road.poison.Taste.military.The fire bosses, and even the undercover agents of the major empires in the fourth galaxy, all know the news.

A mecha that breaks through the existing technology and realizes the integration of human and machine spirits. The designers who received the invitation letter originally hated Hei.The Taoist leader's invitation was confusing, and he couldn't help being moved at this time.

Not to mention those with higher power.

It can be stormy between regimes, but it was a very pretty evening at Imperial.

The orange sunset smudged the whole sky, and the college was shrouded in the soft glow. A few bellflowers planted in the Huaiwu villa swayed gently in the evening wind. From time to time, Alpha passed by the door, and then turned to look forward to it. Have a look.

However, their expectations were doomed to be in vain. Jiang Xing came back from get out of class, and seeing him enter the villa without hindrance, every Alpha cursed in his heart.

The villa is full of the sweet fragrance of Omega pheromones. Omega, who is in the susceptible period, has no idea of ​​using isolation agents at home, and let her pheromones fall into every hidden corner without any scruples.

Jiang Xing still couldn't keep calm in front of Huaiwu's pheromone, but he had to do so.He took a deep breath and was about to go to the kitchen to make dinner when the communicator beeped.

When Jiang Xing connected, he heard the old emperor's old voice. It was not the image of an amiable old man, but a stubborn and paranoid voice that was annoying.

However, for such a high-ranking and powerful emperor, the most important thing every day is probably to worry about who will harm him today. Even the people next to him and his descendants will not trust him, let alone ask him when he is young and strong. My child, so as not to be usurped by my descendants, both Jiang Xing and Alexander were the sons of the old emperor who were bred through test tubes when he was two hundred years old.

Two hundred years old is still young and energetic for ordinary people. For the crown prince of a country, very few people can live to the end of their lives smoothly. Two hundred years old is already considered an advanced age.

But even if you die at the age of 200, it is enough. Enjoying the splendor and wealth of the sky for [-] years, it is much better than living [-] years old without doing anything and struggling for survival all your life. What is there to be dissatisfied with? of.

But this is Jiang Xing's idea, and people are always greedy, not to mention that this kind of person who controls the supreme power of the universe, after enjoying it for 200 years, wants a second 200 years, or even a third one. For this reason, The "elixir of life", which was born as early as the ancient earth era, is still very popular among the rich and powerful.

"Oswald," said the old emperor.

Oswald was Jiang Xing's name before he changed his name. Since he was abolished, no one has ever called this name without interest.

Jiang Xing didn't respond, and without pausing for a moment, he opened the refrigerator and took out the ingredients for dinner.

Last night, a certain princess had a sudden whim and wanted to eat a boiled cabbage recorded in an ancient recipe. Thinking of being unable to sleep and working terribly, Jiang Xing almost made Jiang Xing think that he had become a herbivorous rabbit, but the sharpness of the cat's claws The level was still the same, Her Royal Highness couldn't eat it, and she scratched him several times in a row. Jiang Xing woke up early in the morning and saw that his back and waist were scratched.

He has classes in the morning and at noon, so he has no time, but he is free in the evening.

When there was no response, the old emperor raised his voice unhappily: "Jiang Xing."

Jiang Xing asked politely: "What do you want?"

The old emperor was even more upset, but thinking about what he wanted to say, he still held back: "I want you to get a mecha."

"You are in the second galaxy, the distance is relatively close, and I will send people to you," the old emperor said, his perennially condescending attitude reappearing, "I want you to take back that mech at all costs. "

Jiang Xing asked lightly: "Why?"

The old emperor was used to giving orders, and he couldn't bear it for long, and soon showed his true colors, and said angrily: "Jiang Xing, even if you leave the Atlanta Palace, you are still a citizen of the Atlanta Empire, you want to see Will Atlanta be caught in fire and water in the future?"

Jiang Xing was silent: "..."

The old emperor began to insult again in a fit of anger. Jiang Xing listened as usual, but when he heard him say, "You are a waste that can't even mark an Omega", his eyes trembled.

He used to be invulnerable, but now, how can this sentence be so lethal, it can almost ignite all his suppressed negative emotions.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind him and took off the communicator he was wearing.

"Who are you talking to?" Huaiwu casually threw the communicator onto the sofa, pinched his earlobe with his fingers, "I didn't even notice that I came over, Jiang Xing, I'm sad."

"I heard it." Perhaps the old emperor was talking about his pheromones again, Jiang Xing was a little uncontrollable agitated, turned around and hugged Huaiwu, and pushed him into a hidden corner between the refrigerator and the wall, " I hear you, Your Highness."

Huaiwu stared into his eyes, but Jiang Xing didn't look at him like before, he lowered his eyelids subtly, and leaned over to bite his collarbone.

His hair rubbed against the skin of Huaiwu's neck, it wasn't soft hair, it was hard, like a short-haired wolfhound.

Huai Wu asked almost lovingly, "What's wrong with you?"

"I want to bite you." Jiang Xing raised his head, speaking bluntly for the first time.

"But I don't want to be marked by you." Huaiwu frowned in distress, "If I am marked, I will have a estrus."

"I know," Jiang Xing's voice became hoarse, and he slowly knelt in front of him on one knee, his palms spreading from his waist all the way down, "We can change it in another way."