The sub-blue star is a black star.

Black Star is a planet that is not registered in the Alliance and the Empire.

On the Black Star, most of the people who lived were wanderers and black households who were exiled by the alliance or the empire for some reason.

The crowd here is mixed, there are desperate adventurers and mercenaries, there are also notorious interstellar wanted criminals, and it is the stronghold of many interstellar pirate groups.

There are no legal constraints here, only a few major power divisions.

Everyone follows the jurisdiction of these big forces and barely survives.

On this day, in a certain street in the central city of Asia Blue Star, the dirty door curtain of a remote small shop was lifted.

A boy who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a head of messy hair, walked in.

The teenager has gray-blue eyes and wears an ordinary T-shirt.It's just that the T-shirt looks a little big, it doesn't look like his own, it doesn't fit well, and it looks empty on him.

The young man's face was sallow without any blood color, which was obviously caused by long-term malnutrition.

It's just that when those eyes look at you by chance, they are fierce like a wolf cub who has strayed away from the pack.

However, other people have long been familiar with it.

After all, none of the people who can survive on the sub-blue planet is a good stubble.

The boy got into the shop with a short body.

The owner of the shop is a middle-aged uncle with a sloppy beard. He is wearing an apron full of paint, sitting behind the table, concentrating on repairing a mechanical part.

When the boy came in, he just raised his eyes, ignored him, and continued to do his work seriously.

Until the boy sat down in front of him, across the table, he poked his head in his direction, took a look, and clicked his tongue.

The boss glared at him, "What are you doing here again?" His tone sounded like he knew the boy in front of him.

The boy asked without answering, "This thing is repaired, how much will it cost?" His eyes stared straight at the gadget in his hand, shining with an inexplicable luster.

The boss sneered, "What? Can you still fix this?"

"How do you know I can't?" The young man put one hand on the table and leaned forward, looking very conceited.

The boss looked him up and down. When this young man appeared here for the first time, no one noticed him.

When it appeared for the second time, the boss was polishing the accessories. He didn't know how to get it, and there was a place that couldn't be fixed for a long time.

Seeing the boy wandering around in his shop, he immediately got impatient and wanted to throw him out.

As a result, the boy walked up to him without saying a word, pointed to the accessory in his hand, and pointed out the key problem inside with a casual touch.

I just messed with him for most of the day and solved the problem easily.

At that time, the way the boss looked at him changed.

Later, the young man came several times, each time asking him if he had any work. The money he asked for was not much, almost enough for two or three meals each time.

Naturally, the boss can afford it, and compared to what others give after the repair is completed, the amount given to the boy is not much.

The boy claimed to be Ximu, and he was tricked into getting off by someone when he was passing by with an interstellar miner ship.

"Who did you learn this from?" The boss asked curiously, seeing that he was proficient in technique, but obviously he hadn't had much contact with it.

Ximu was checking the wiring on the control panel, and said without raising his head, "When I was young, I met an old man who had no food. I gave him a steamed bun, and he taught me for a few days."

Bar. An old man far away from the central star who has no food. Master Luo: Ah!Who is scolding me? !

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