Interstellar golden house hides hooligans

From the moment Al stepped out of the spaceship, he could smell all kinds of smells, which had never happened before.On Planet Pojun, there are many plants, but they smell like nothing.He has long known from the Wisdom Fruit that Huanyu is like a mother to foreigners, and it will be particularly comfortable on this planet.

However, these records are all words handed down from the Pangu civilization, and there is always some suspicion of exaggeration about the things written by the group of people who obsessed with returning to the universe.That's what Al originally thought, but shortly after leaving the spaceship, he realized that he was wrong.

The planet's environment is very good, with vegetation everywhere, and the coverage rate is terrifyingly high.Although it is a highly civilized and developed planet, it is far inferior to the prosperity of the Asgard galaxy.No matter how you look at it, the aborigines in the universe seem to be extremely comfortable. This kind of life without competition is really disgusting.

Thinking this way, Al looked up at Lucas. This man is the commander of the Air Force, so he should be capable.However, he has known for a long time that the combat effectiveness of Huanyu is generally low, and because of the agreement between natives and foreigners for thousands of years, no cosmic species dares to invade Huanyu.

Lucas grabbed Fan Jingxin and motioned him to step aside, then walked onto the arena, clenched his fists to condense the energy source, and looked at Al.His provocative appearance is really ridiculous, how dare he single out himself with his strength?

Fan Jingxin didn't stop him, just sat and watched, his mood seemed very stable, as if he had already expected the result.

Al ignored Lucas, and asked with the secret art of heart sound: "I won you, you think I'm invincible? If I don't fight, Lucas will lose face. Then you king , is this how you sit and watch your subordinates humiliate themselves?"

The secret art of heart sound belongs exclusively to the communication between the kings, but Ai Er is not sure whether Fan Jingxin has learned it, after all, the opening of this secret art requires a certain tacit understanding.His ability is stronger than Fan Jingxin's, and he can force a conversation, but if Fan Jingxin doesn't like him, he can't hear it.

As he feared, Fan Jingxin remained indifferent, obviously never heard his message at all.His eyes were fixed on Lucas, and his hands were slightly clenched, presumably waiting to rescue him.

It's really interesting, knowing that he can't beat him, and he doesn't need the majesty of the king to restrain his subordinates, but he is allowed to shake the tree?

Al raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and made a fierce attack, only to see Lucas was forced back several steps by his energy source, and walked towards Fan Jingxin.He didn't look at Lucas, just turned his back to accept his attack, and waited for the farce to end.

Fan Jingxin really protected his weaknesses, jumped up after a while, and blocked Lucas's attack with his shot.He walked up to the red-haired man, made a few movements, and then saw Lucas leave.

How dare he use sign language in front of him!Al became a little displeased. This is the only language that Wisdom Fruit cannot understand, and it is the oldest communication method in the universe.Fan Jingxin expresses in sign language, clearly knowing that other expressions will be seen through.

This kind of language that only they understand makes Al even more displeased. If there is a chance, he must have a good communication with Lucas.He thought so in his heart, but with a murderous intent, the air around him unconsciously changed a little.

Fan Jingxin immediately sensed his emotions and said, "His Royal Highness An Si, you have released such a murderous aura for no reason, do you want to kill people in my territory?"

In the Asgard galaxy, different planets have different gas densities, especially the Pojun mother star where Al lives. Although it has been transformed for thousands of years and has become suitable for human habitation, the air density is still different from that of the universe.

Everyone's emotional perception will cause the energy source in their body to fluctuate, and the gas of those planets will not be greatly affected because of the density.Al didn't expect the air in the universe to be so sensitive, as if he had his own soul, he restrained his breath immediately.

The air here makes Al feel safe and particularly comfortable. It really deserves to be the hometown of foreigners, and everything has a sense of intimacy.In just half a day, he completely let go of his combat vigilance, and only blended into the surrounding environment with peace of mind.

Al relaxed his body as much as possible, and said, "You worry too much, I can't help but buy your face, can't I?"

He was a little anxious. If the Heart Sound Secret Art couldn't be activated, it meant that Fan Jingxin didn't accept his plan for the time being.If he hastily brought up the matter of marriage and reached an agreement regardless of his wishes, it would be nothing more than taking a political alliance partner.This is not the only thing he wants, it seems that he needs to be more patient with this arrogant guy in front of him now.

It turned out that according to his plan, if it goes well, go directly to the tree of life with him and blend into the blood to breed offspring.However, according to the father's account, the minds of the two cannot communicate, and the conceived child will have certain problems.

Al's idea at the beginning was to find a way to sneak attack on Fan Jingxin, take some of his blood while he was unconscious, and then return to the mother planet of Pojun to conceive a child.However, according to the father's explanation, the best way for their offspring is for the two of them to fuse together and join the tree of life.For some reason, all children who marry with Huanyu must be conceived in Huanyu.That was one of the original conditions, but Al wasn't about to follow tradition.

The moment he saw Fan Jingxin, he suddenly changed his mind, thinking that a consensual combination is the best.The most important thing is that he wants to conquer this bohemian man, and wants to see how he bows down to himself.

However, he already has too many subordinates, and there is no shortage of people who obey orders. What he wants in his heart is Fan Jingxin's obedience.This kind of obedience should be different from what his subordinates usually show, he thought in his heart.

Fan Jingxin noticed that the air around him had returned to normal. Knowing that Al's emotions had calmed down, he felt relieved: "Your Highness actually doesn't need to care about my subordinates. There's no point in pointless fighting, right?"

As he said, he had ordered the kitchen to prepare a dinner for Al's arrival.On weekdays, he finds it troublesome and doesn't often eat seriously. Although these delicious dishes have a good taste, they are too time-consuming.However, this man who has earned [-] to [-] yuan should have never eaten it, and asking him to try something new is not a failure of the elder's entrustment.

He had to admit that this man had the capital of arrogance. The duel between him and Lucas just now had a clear winner, which was basically a personal show.

He admires the strong man, but since this strong man is not from his universe, it is no wonder that he regards him as a competitor.

Al felt that his mood fluctuated, but unfortunately the surrounding air did not change, and he felt a little helpless.After all, this place is a place in the universe. The aborigines thought they would be born knowing how not to reveal their emotions, but these hellish atmospheres are simply against themselves!

Fan Jingxin noticed the change in the air and knew that it was Al's mood fluctuating again.This guy looks cold and moody!

Al is very distressed, his mood has rarely fluctuated since he became an adult, how come meeting this young master of the universe is like the waves of the sea?

The author has something to say:

The contract was rejected, No. 11 times, really nothing to say.