Just the bond that tied a knot in me

"Elaborate."

"Arol's body is a bionic body, a body created by the perfect combination of machinery and biology. Therefore, Erol, I still have the same functions as before. Not only have I not lost my previous functions, I can also replenish energy by eating, and, I can sleep too! President, I can sleep while you are sleeping!”

Errol became more and more excited as he talked, and rubbed Christina's cheek with his furry body.

"Not only that, I still have body temperature!"

There was a distortion in the sky, Bruton fell from the sky, and the fourth-dimensional cilia stretched out from the hole. Errol, who was still rubbing Christina's cheek, suddenly appeared in the air next to the Tree of Life.

"Whoaaah!"

Errol screamed in fear as it fell from a high altitude, and Nova, flying in a disk shape, caught it.

"Bruton, don't bully it."

Christina held Bruton in her arms and squeezed him.

Bruton's fourth-dimensional cilia swayed, emitting strange fluctuations, and both Errol and Nova were teleported to Christina's side.

"You're such a hateful guy!"

Errol, knowing who the culprit was, jumped up and tried to hit Bruton with his body.

The hole in Bruton's body expanded, and Errol got stuck inside, exposing half of his body. He waved his little claws and struggled hard, but he couldn't break free from the hole. He could only look at his dear president for help.

"President, help! Errol is going to be eaten by this bad guy Bruton!"

Christina couldn't help laughing and handed her finger to Errol, freeing it from the hole.

"President, do you want to answer the call from Meiya?"

There was light flowing in Errol's eyes.

"Answer it."

Christina jumped from the Tree of Life. Gomora, who had inhaled the fruit of the Tree of Life during the storm, saw her jumping down. He threw the fruit away and stretched out his hands to catch her.

"Nice catch."

Christina patted Gomora's roughened face, which was not as soft as it was when she was a cub.

Gomora narrowed his eyes and let out a happy cry.

"President, there are still 30 minutes until departure time. Please be ready."

A screen appeared, and Meiya looked at the president who was playing with the monsters and said helplessly.

"Isn't it just a press conference? I'm not a reporter, so why should I go there?"

Christina suddenly didn't want to go. It felt like a hassle to go all the way to Keyinmamon. It was just a press conference, not something important.

"President, it was you who personally promised La Luo to attend the cosmic press conference held in the Star Alliance's capital planet, K'inmamon. The news that you are the president of the rescue society has spread throughout the universe."

Meiya felt even more helpless when she looked at the president who had promised well not long ago but then started to change his mind as things got closer.

"I understand, prepare some clothes for me. Don't be too cumbersome, be concise and solemn. I have to face thousands of cosmic reporters."

"President, please don't worry, I'm ready."

Meiya gave a thumbs up. She didn't know whether the thumbs up was for herself or because she wanted to prove to Christina that she believed in her and was stable.

After a while, Christina stood in front of the mirror and was silent for a long time. She looked at the overly solemn black clothes. No one would refute her even if she said she was attending a funeral. She looked at Meiya who was very satisfied with the clothes she chose. .

Next time, let Medeas do it. Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses.

Christina decided that next time, she would give this important task to Medeas, who she had recently dragged to the arena to practice for two and a half hours.

After all, he still has two brushes when it comes to choosing clothes.

"That's it, let's go."

Christina put on a sun hat and took a hover car to the space airport.

At the space airport, Medeas, Bart, Brad, and Bilanqi were already waiting for her and Meiya.

"President, you are..."

Medeas looked at the clothes on Christina's body and was about to ask who chose it when he felt Meiya's gaze. He already knew who it was and changed his words: "It's pretty good."

"You want to go with me?"

Christina didn't look like someone who was here to see her off.

"Hoo ho ho ho... This time, President, you want to let the entire universe know that you are the President of the Rescue Society. As your loyal subordinates, we naturally have to follow you."

Bart raised his hands like pliers and said with a smile. In order to look more imposing, he put on a more formal black suit and a black tie with many red bird logos.

"If it wasn't really inappropriate, I would have wanted to drive Leifsbell Fortress to K'inmamon."

Brad wanted to show the power of the Rescue Society to the entire universe and deter those cosmic villains who dared to do evil in the universe, but doing so was too showy. Instead, it seemed like he was looking for trouble, and it was La Luo's fault. stubble.

Like them, La Luo was loyal to the president, and he would never make her look bad by doing something like this.

"Then, it's not good to be too public about what is true."

If Lalo hadn't been the main speaker at the cosmic press conference, she could have driven Leifsbell Fortress to make big news.

"That's right. As the president's right-hand man, how can we not follow you?"

Medias saluted respectfully. For today, he specially tailored a blue suit and a red tie.

"I am Princess Tina's personal maid, how can I not stay with you?"

Bilanchi nimbly dodged Christina's fist and showed a winner's smile.

Boarding the giant spaceship with the red bird logo, Christina thought of Naka who came to Bit Star two days ago.

"Xiao Bu, how is the matter with Naka?"

"President, Naka cannot be exposed to sunlight because the substances in the sunlight will destroy her cell structure. This is related to the environment of Assas Inner Planet. Assas Inner Planet is a dark planet that cannot see sunlight... …”

"Xiao Bu, tell me the result directly. Is there any way to expose her to sunlight?"

Seeing that Brad was about to start another tirade, Christina had to interrupt his spellcasting.

"Yes, tailor-made combat clothing that suits her will protect her cells from being damaged by substances in the sun."

Brad already had a solution, and when the president asked, he said it.

"Very well, Xiao Bu, I will leave this matter to your research laboratory to resolve. This is what I promised her, and I don't want to break my promise."

The corners of Christina's mouth curved in satisfaction.

"President, we Baltans are also very good at assassinations. Why would you..."

Bart really wanted to know why the president let the Assansites join the rescue association. It couldn't be to replace their Baltans in the assassination work, right?

"It seems that the entire race of Assansites are assassins. If such a race can be changed, wouldn't this further prove that my philosophy and the Rescue Society's philosophy are correct?"

Christina didn't want to tell the truth. She had a more convincing reason than the truth.

"As expected of the president!" Bart sighed.

"The president's way of looking at things is indeed different from ours!" Medeas was filled with admiration.

"The reason why the president is the president is because he is better than all of us!"

Bilanqi raised his head proudly with his hands on his hips, and his soft metal rabbit ears trembled.

Okay, okay, stop blowing. If you keep blowing, you won't be able to hold it anymore.

Christina waved her hand, indicating that they didn't need to blow the rainbow fart. She didn't think she was very good. At most, her words and deeds were consistent.

A group of people walked into the cabin, and the escort led by Mados and Dro saluted respectfully.

"Hello, President!"

"Hello everyone, I'm going to have to work hard for you this time."

Christina looked at Mados, Dro, and the members of the escort team, and saw a familiar figure among them.

"Thaddeus, what are you hiding from? I can't see you if you hide?"

"No, no, how could I hide from you, President!"

Sardis tried his best to curl up and trembled. He tried his best not to be seen. However, in front of him was a Kemer man who was much shorter and thinner than him. He didn't even notice this and just hid. This shows how much psychological shadow Christina left on him.

When Christina saw Thaddeus being scared like this by her, with a nasty smile, she was so scared that he dared not face her.

The giant spaceship takes off, flies out of the bit star, starts the jump engine, sets the destination, and makes a space jump.

Chapter 217 Universe Press Conference

On the inter-star alliance capital planet Keinmamon, light flashed. A giant spaceship arrived near the planet through time and space. A small spaceship flew out from the giant spaceship and flew to Keinmamon.

Tens of thousands of cosmic reporters from various planets immediately recognized this giant spacecraft as the Space Flower Rescue Society's spacecraft. No one in the entire universe dared to imitate the iconic red bird logo.

"That huge spaceship is the President of the Rescue Society's car? How majestic!"

"This is not the real car of the President of the Rescue Society. It is said that more than a month ago, the Fortress of Leifsbell, whose destination is unknown, appeared in the Rescue Society star field, near the Bit Star. The Fortress of Leifsbell is the President of the Rescue Society. A real car, right?”

"The President of the Rescue Society is here to attend the space press conference. How could he come here in Leifsbell Fortress!"

The space reporters gathered at the space airport in Keinmamon were talking about it, trying to take a picture of the rescue club president getting off the space ship.

"Why are there so many cosmic reporters gathered here?"

Before the small spaceship landed, Medeas saw tens of thousands of space reporters gathered, and this number was still increasing.

"How about using my technological invisibility and teleportation to avoid them?"

Bart suggested as he looked at the cosmic reporters who were obviously coming for the president.

"No need. Since I have decided to let the whole universe know that I am the president of the Rescue Society, why should I avoid them? How shameful am I?"

Christina knew very well what these cosmic reporters were thinking. Instead of hiding, she would walk past them openly and take pictures of them as they pleased.

"No, we didn't mean that."

"I thought, President, you wouldn't want to face these reporters."

Medeas and Bart explained quickly.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that they will write news to discredit me? Or make up some boring tidbits?"

The spaceship slowly landed. Christina stood up and said to Meiya and Medeas: "Xiaomei, Medeas, after the space press conference, you guys should pay attention to the news. If there is news that goes too far, you know what to do." Made.”

"Yes, President!"

Medeas understood.

"learn."

Meiya nodded. If there was too much news, the newspaper would end up in one of two ways: it would be acquired or go bankrupt.

"I am a small-minded person and cannot tolerate news that is too outrageous."

Christina knows reporters very well. Some reporters have a conscience, while some reporters have no conscience at all. In order to gain attention and exposure, they will confuse right and wrong, frame up slander, and do whatever they can. They are called "paparazzi" That's it.

The hatch of the small spaceship opened, and the escort team led by Mados and Dro walked out.

Christina walked out of the hatch, followed by Medias, Bart, Brad, Bilanqui, and Meiya.

"Please don't get too close!"

The dedicated guards stopped the reporters to prevent them from getting too close and hindering the president and the others.

"She is the president of the rescue society! I didn't expect it to be a woman!"

"It's unbelievable that one woman has established such a huge organization!"

"Don't you think the rescue club president will be very beautiful and cute?"

The Universe reporters got their wish and photographed the president of the rescue society, and there was a lot of discussion. Some of them had already started writing news and wanted to publish it on Universe Network first. At this time, time is traffic, and traffic is money.

"I'm talking about you! I'm not pretty and cute, but handsome!"

When Christina heard someone saying she was beautiful and cute, she paused in her steps, took off her sunhat, looked over, pointed at the cosmic reporter, and corrected her.

"It's...you, you are very...very handsome..."

Facing those sharp blue eyes, the cosmic reporter became stumbling when he spoke.