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    Ling Han's mind is like a sand table, after he said something, in just a few seconds, he deduced countless reactions of Chu Xiao.

    ? Questioning, grief, anger, injury, and even ashes

    As a result, His Majesty Star Emperor's brain circuit was completely different from his.

    He was filled with thoughts like a thick fog, as if suddenly drenched by heavy rain, and suddenly woke up.

    Thinking ability also returns a little bit.

    Ling Han felt that he seemed to have gotten the logic of His Majesty the Star Emperor.

    Shao is right in everything.

    If he is wrong, it must be someone else's fault¡ª¡ª

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    Of course, it may also be just to understand what happened.

    This pair is really interesting.

    The relationship is so good that the eyes are blind and the heart is crooked. The man even reshaped his beliefs and values.

    When something happened, the attitudes of the two sides were quite synchronized, not only protecting their shortcomings, but also double standards.

    In this case, is there anything that cannot be resolved through arguing?

    ? To understand the ins and outs of the matter, the cold war, the quarrel, the quarrel, I have to toss him in the middle of the night.

    Ling Han took off the black glasses, wiped them with the hem of his clothes but failed to clean them.

    ? This military uniform of the Imperial Coalition Army is anti-fouling and waterproof, breathable and constant temperature, but it is not good at all, there is no wool for cleaning glasses.

    "It won't be clear for a while."

    He took out a crumpled napkin from his pocket, barely wiped off the blurry lenses, and put it back on: "Eat first, and I'll take you somewhere later."

    In fact, Chu Xiao ate half of the plate of fried meat while talking, and she was not polite, she reached out and brought the two poached eggs that had not moved from Ling Han's side, and put them in front of her.

    Prick with a fork, one bite at a time.

    Perhaps it was Shao Yan's order. Wen Shuyang put a lot of vacuum-packed food in the aircraft, and Lian Yun also stuffed a lot of snacks in the backpack.

    Even food and water in the boxing ring are always available.

    She can replenish calories anytime and anywhere, but she has a headache from being hungry from time to time.

    But this did not prevent her from being hungry.

    After eating the poached eggs, the remaining steak didn't last long, she raised her head: "Is there anything else to eat?"

    Ling Han looked at a plate of messy fried rice eaten by himself, and a plate of surprisingly vegetarian salad, sighed and got up.

    "What do you want to eat?"

    Chu Xiao: "As long as there is meat."

    It's not picky eaters.

    Ling Han turned around and walked towards the kitchen. Now that the staff had already left work, arresting them again would not only be inhumane, but also a waste of time.

    Might as well cook by yourself.

    After half an hour.

    With a cigarette in his mouth, Ling Han came out of the back kitchen with a tray in each hand. His lower plate was very stable, and his hands seemed to be casual, and he placed them on the dining table casually.

    But not a single drop of soup was spilled from the tray.

    "My craftsmanship is not comparable to that of Uncle Fan." Ling Han held the cigarette between his fingers, walked to the corner, and shook the ash with his hands, "Your Majesty, you can eat as soon as you can."

    "I ate everything Shao Yan cooked."

    Chu Xiao looked at two trays of four big dishes and one broth, picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks, put it in his mouth and tasted it: "Not to mention your taste is normal."

    "Pfft."

    Ling Han seemed to have also thought of Shao Yan's cooking skills, with a smile on his face, it seemed that even the speed of smoking slowed down.

    For a meal, the two ate for more than half an hour.

    It was getting dark outside.

    Ling Han asked his adjutant to prepare a land vehicle, and acted as the driver himself, sticking his head out of the window: "Smile, come up!"

    The adjutant's expression was very complicated.

    The name is so intimate, is there any gossip?  ?  ?

    When Chu Xiao got into the car, he was about to go around to the direction of the passenger's door, when Ling Han said to him: "Go back to sleep first, remember to wake me up tomorrow."

    Adjutant: "Yes."

    Although Ling Han is an officer, in the eyes of most floating air forces, he is more of a brother.

    After thinking for a while, he walked up to Ling Han and lowered his voice: "Shall I go with you?"

    Ling Han: "Huh?"

    The adjutant glanced at Guo Xiaoxiao in the back seat, with a guarded and dignified look on his face: "Dirt and stones.

    Sure enough, as expected, the grass has a plastic texture, and the stone is poured with concrete materials. The scorched and broken marks on it are all painted and processed later.

    She patted the ashes on her hands and stood up.

    That is to say.

    From the building body to the periphery, this building is designed around the themes of "war", "post-war" or "attack".

    Under the street lights, it is magnificent and shocking.

    "This is built by Uncle Hao."

    Ling Han stood on the steps, opened the door of the building with the identification on the communicator, and only heard a "beep" thinking lightly.

    The whole building trembled violently.

    Then it splits into two parts from the middle, one part faces to the left, the other part faces to the right, and the middle slowly extends to both sides.

    First there is an aisle.

    Then there is a corridor,

    Finally, a hall stretched out, and the faint lights in the hall suddenly went out.

    Then, one after another, the lights were turned on in groups.

    Illuminate the entire hall as brightly as day.

    Ling Han took the unlit cigarette from his mouth, threw it into the trash can beside him, and looked at Chu Xiao: "Your Majesty, welcome to the Floating Air Force Museum."

    ***

    It is the tradition of the imperial army to build a military history museum.

    Even the major military academies of the military reserve have their own school history museums related to them.

    According to her father's aesthetics, it is quite normal for a museum to appear in a floating air force base that is so similar to the imperial garrison base.

    She followed Ling Han into the museum.

    Sure enough, both the display style and design aesthetics inside are familiar.

    Ling Han seemed to have a clear goal, and led the way silently, neither introducing nor stopping for Chu Xiao to visit, and the two walked along the way.

    Passing by the item display showcase.

    Pass through the War Records Metal Tablet.

    I have seen the memorial statues of figures.

    There are also military uniform change records, equipment history, mechs

    In the mech exhibition hall, Ling Han finally stopped.

    He subconsciously touched a cigarette, and seemed to feel that smoking indoors was not good, so he put the cigarette behind his ear, and raised his chin: "Go ahead."

    Chu Xiao followed Ling Han's gaze and saw a dark blue mecha in the corner.

    Rather than saying it is a mecha, it is better to say that it is the wreckage of the mecha.

    The mecha has only one leg left, and can only half-kneel to support the whole body with the other half-leg.

    Its entire side was blown up, missing an arm and half of its head, and even the most critical cockpit was not spared, the glass shattered, and various circuits were exposed.

    Ling Han took a few steps forward, leaning against the wall: "It's called [Haoyue]"

    Chu Xiao suddenly turned his head and looked at Ling Han: "Hao Yue?"

    "yes."

    Ling Han explained: "[Haoyue] and [Fanxing] are actually the names of mechas, but after the floating air force became famous, Uncle Hao and Uncle Fan got the nickname 'Haoyue Fanxing'."

    Chu Xiao stepped forward and looked up at the behemoth in front of him.

    "After Uncle Hao died, [Haoyue] seemed to have died as well. It refused to connect with others, and refused to be reshaped by others."

    Its intelligence and core are not damaged, and it is in a dormant state all year round.

    It's just that once the mecha repairman started to repair it, [Haoyue] became violent and attacked people as if a virus had invaded.

    Only after more times did everyone realize it.

    It doesn't "understand" what the death of its master means.

    In other words, it is still waiting for the return of its master.

    In this case, if you want to repair it, you must format all its command programs and memory storage terminals.

    Uncle Fan stood there for a long time, and finally said: "Forget it, that's it."

    Ling Han sighed inaudibly, "When I first discovered it, only the cockpit and head remained. Over the years, I have gradually regained my lower body and hands."

    He paused, looked at Haoyue's intact robotic hand, and continued: "The acquaintance between Shao Yan and I starts with the discovery of [Haoyue]'s hand." (Remember this site's website: www.  hlnovel.com
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