Chapter 1132

After solving the problem of HIA and Kerry, the Galactic Council is not worth mentioning. Apart from other things, the spaceships of different sizes and styles, like the miscellaneous army, jumped into the orbit of Sparta, which almost made Su Ming laugh.

What is this? Does parliament have a spaceship for each member country? This is probably the case with the World Expo.

It's true that there are a lot of them, but there are also some races who drive cargo ships to make up for the number. Maybe they want to take advantage of the chaos and get some money by the way.

Dense fleet arranged in orbit, as if instantaneous for the planet to form a ring, all kinds of lights and engine flame, let it as bright as the small Milky way.

"A minor army, but it's still the Starfleet after all. Sparta has no corresponding power to compete with them in space for the time being."

Su Ming put away his golden rifle and asked Qin Jiu to inform Prince Jason that the rest was over. Next, he should continue his mission.

The prince and the steward arrived soon. Their steps seemed to be windy. During the short rest time, they were obviously not idle. They not only took a bath and changed their clothes, but also seemed that the manager had made Jason a new hairstyle.

"Oh, is that the Galactic Council fleet?" Jason looked at the fleet in the distance, showing no emotion. He now seemed to be just the right heir to the throne.

I don't know what the old manager said to him, or he realized the cruelty of the universe. But it has nothing to do with the death knell. The other party only needs to fulfill the contract.

The manager nodded, then moved his eyes from the window to the funeral bell, with a heavy look on his old face: "what are you going to do?"

"It depends on what your majesty intends to do." With a smile, Su Ming reached into his pocket and pulled out a huge weapon from it to stand in front of Jason: "here you are. This is the weapon I got for you from Mengyu star. It's the joy of magic sword fire."

Jason looked at the weapon in front of him. It was not so much a sword as a half door. It was one meter wide and one meter high. The handle of the sword was like a spear pinched on the body of the sword, and it was wrapped and fixed with cables and other things.

The prince stretched out his hand and tried to lift it. He found that it was not as heavy as he thought, and it was not sharp at all. It had no edge at all.

"You call it a magic sword, but it seems..."

"there is no magic, right? Hehe, this is made by the coffin of the founding emperor of the HIA empire. " Su Ming told the answer directly. He turned to face the blue planet: "it doesn't matter whether it has magic power, but whether the people of Sparta believe it has magic power in your hands, which is the key to rule."

Jason took a deep breath. He put his hand on the hilt of his sword and raised it with a little difficulty:

"I understand. If I don't have enough prestige before, that's the magic it provides. I'll make the people believe me. After all, I'm the emperor of Sparta!"

"Good, then the Galactic Council will be handed over to you. Deceive this fleet to land, and the armies of undead all over the world will help you destroy them. The ships they land on will be regarded as a gift for your accession to the throne. I will dispose of all the ships left behind in the universe and send them to their mother planet."

Su Ming also pulled out his own God killer and gently touched the happy sword body of fire in the air. The golden lightning covered the low-tech sword and lit the red light above.

Jason took up the huge sword. The manager helped him find a suitable harness. He said with some emotion: "I will fulfill the agreement. The friendship between Sparta and the Supreme Master will last forever."

"Well, well said." Su Ming slapped Jason on the shoulder with a smile, then walked to the isolation cabin and rushed into the universe with a huge sword in hand.

Three months later, Hawaii.

Su Ming only wore a large flowered swimming trunks. He was lying on the beach like a dead fish, feeling the warmth of the sun on his back. After a moment, he turned over slowly and hanged himself to help him put the sunglasses on his forehead on the bridge of his nose.

"Ah ~ ~ ~ another peaceful day."

He stretched out and talked to the wine beside him. His cloak flew out of the cabin not far behind him, and brought them two glasses of pineapple ice.

"This pineapple seems sweeter." She took the glass and took a sip. Under the umbrella, she lay on the beach chair with a happy expression.

Su Ming also took up his cup, put the straw into his mouth and sucked it. He said vaguely: "the new variety developed by Dr. Erskine is so good. It's better to study pineapple than to study SSS serum."

"Even if this kind of pineapple can only be planted on Wilson's enterprise farm, which makes you a lot of money?" The gin froze him with a glass, half smiling.

"But after all, it's the market economy, honey. Besides, it's for us to make money, and the company has all been put under your name." Su Ming closed his eyes and touched his arm.

She took off her sunglasses and put them on the chair. She took out her clothes from the silk bag and put them on her body. "I should go. First I'll go to each branch of the enterprise, and then I'll go to warnaheim.""Really in such a hurry?" Su Ming takes her hand.

Qin Jiu reluctantly broke free and rolled his eyes: "this is what we should do once we go back to earth. I have been dragged in Hawaii for three months by you. The star trade between Sparta and warnaheim has not been connected, remember? If I don't leave today, the delay will go on forever. "

"Didn't I ask camataj to send someone to deal with it?" Su Ming put down the empty cup.

Gin raised one eyebrow and lifted her hair out of the shirt collar with both hands: "the apprentices are too polite to some Protoss. Besides, do you really believe them?"

"The apprentices are good children, but because they often need to communicate with demons, my trust in them can only be limited." If Su Ming can't completely trust the Dharma, that is to say, if people can't completely trust.

"It's true, though Xiao Wang will be sad to hear that." Qin Jiu bent down with a smile and printed it on his forehead: "go away. You'd better do something serious, such as killing a sea monster or a dragon. Don't lie down every day like Odin."

With that, she went straight to the invisible spaceship parked next to the cabin garage, and disappeared with a burst of air waves.

Su Ming had no choice but to pat the sand on his chest. When the spaceship took off at the beach, he took off his sunglasses, shook off the gravel and put it on again, as if he were asleep.

It was not until the red sun in the sky turned into a sunset at sea level that he withdrew from meditation, a method he had learned from monak to repair his soul.

He is not a mage, but as a top martial artist, he can still do it. However, the wound he left in DC healed more slowly than expected, and now it is completely good.

It's getting dark. He cleaned up the garbage on the beach to avoid marine pollution. Then he went back to the cabin for today's physical exercise to maintain his state. After dark, he simply had a meal.

But as time came to midnight, he came to the spirit, let the hanging turn into black and yellow holy image armor, planning to go out to play.

"Strangulation, what can I do during my convalescence? Do you want to go surfing in the middle of the night? We can turn the cloak into a surfboard and hang a bleeding pig behind it so we can play with the sharks

Black bean sprouts come out of his shoulder, and his white little eyes look at him. The top of the tentacle called the head shakes. It doesn't want to play shark surfing.

The top predators of the earth's oceans sound good, but sharks are far worse than symbionts in terms of combat effectiveness, which is not exciting at all.

"Hunting? Do we want to see the big dinosaurs when we go to the wilderness of Antarctica

Su Ming has another suggestion. He doesn't have any leisure plans. He can spend all the time in the sun and exercise every day. It seems that there are no important events in the 1970s.

Hanging or shaking one's head, dinosaurs are the species that have been eliminated by time. Even if they survive in the wild, their genes are useless for symbionts.

"How about diving? There are a lot of sunken ships at the bottom of the sea. We can play the game of investigators. I don't know where the dimension of ksulu is. Maybe there is a place under the sea called lalaier

Hanging or do not want to go, ancient gods, demons, old gods, second generation gods, God Group, conceptual existence and so on, these things are not edible, it has no interest.

Su Ming flattened his mouth, stretched out his finger and flicked his head: "you're suffering from depression. It's better..."

hanging and shaking his head wildly. He once saw a strange equation in the host's brain, "depression" is equal to "being eaten", and there are a series of causal relationships such as heatstroke, bad looking, and injury.

Su Ming goes out of the hut and looks at the moon hanging quietly in the sky and thinks about where to go. The satellites of the earth look beautiful at any time, which is also one of the beautiful scenery that can inspire inspiration.

The dark waves reflected the light moonlight. He took a deep breath: "let's go to the bar and listen to the songs."

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I found that I couldn't keep up with the thinking speed of the host. A lot of thoughts flowed through the host's brain in an instant, even though the nerve conduction velocity was not so fast.

Su Ming saw the moon and remembered the successful landing of Apollo in the United States on July 21, 1969, which represented the formal entry of mankind into the space age.

Then through the Apollo spaceship, he thought of the Zeppelin airship, which were the historical aircraft of mankind, and he also associated with the band of airship with the same name.

When you think of the band, you think of the Woodstock Festival of 1969, which brought together more than a million hippies, the lost generation of the Vietnam War.

Thinking of hippies, he thought of Greenwich Village, where there are now the most hippies in New York.

Just a few days after the Beatles' let it be was awarded the 13th Grammy, it happens to be playing in Greenwich.

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