Rebirth Handbook

Zhong Jin lifted his waistband and tied the heavy golden sword tighter. This stuff seems to be very important, it's not good if she accidentally loses it.

As soon as she tied the sword on her side, a blond man approached in front of her and started talking to her in English. Zhong Jin found out that he was the one he had seen before. On the live broadcast, he pointed to the camera and said **** with his middle finger.

The blond boy's eyes were bright, and he looked like he hadn't seen a girl in many years. The old driver's big sister Zhong Jin smiled at him with short hair. There are many foreigners in her company, and she speaks English very well, so she can handle this kind of man with ease.

But now she doesn’t have to work anymore, and of course she doesn’t have to roll her eyes up to the sky and talk to people with a smile on her face as she did before. Now she is holding a thick thigh, so she can ignore it if she is unhappy. people. After smiling, Zhong Jin stretched out his hand and pushed his face away, and walked straight to the innermost uncle in a suit with a nice smile.

It is the uncle of the news network broadcaster who called for everyone to come and gather several times in the light screen program.

"Hello, please sit down." The uncle poured tea for her and looked at her cheerful and kind expression, like a class teacher who is looking for outstanding students to talk to, and like a neighborhood committee aunt who is helpful and enthusiastic in the community.

Zhong Jin is not a silly person. Just by looking at his expression, you probably know what he wants to say.

Sure enough, the uncle looked at her faintly for a while, then said: "Little comrade, the country needs you! Mankind needs you!"

Zhong Jin: Oh yes, I am sixteen years old now. No wonder my uncle said so passionately.

She reached out her hand and made a gesture of rejection, "I'm just a salted fish girl who is wandering through puberty in my heart. I can't help much."

The uncle stretched his hands and had no idea of ​​fighting for it. He simply said: "Well, we are a democratic country. We will never force our citizens to do anything. If you don't do it, just don't do it. If you work hard, it will be counted as The people have contributed."

Our country is indeed the most reasonable country in the world, Zhong Jin thought, took out a pack of cigarettes from the bag and asked: "Mind if I smoke one?"

The uncle laughed twice, and said: "It's casual, anyway, no one here controls minors to smoke or drink." Before finishing speaking, I saw Zhong Jin skillfully picking up a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it with a click. , I took a big sip with great enjoyment, spit out two round smoke rings, and then dumped it on the sofa behind.

Uncle: "By the way, little comrade..."

Zhong Jin: "Uncle, I have a normal sexual orientation. Don't call me comrades, just call me a fairy." A woman with a mental age of almost 30 naturally adapts to the setting of 16.

Uncle: "Child, how do you let me answer the call?"

Zhong Jin: "People who want to do other people's routines will eventually be routine."

Uncle: "Well, my name is Wang Jianguo. I have been here for ten years. It is almost the first batch to come to this place. How are you?"

Zhong Jin casually talked about her situation, and then asked: "Uncle, can you contact the mother star?"

The uncle sighed: "It's difficult. Basically, I can only rely on another group of trafficked people to convey any news. Therefore, I only pretend to be when I see the mother planet, and spend the rest of the time. There is no news for two or three years. We are talking about this very powerfully, but it is definitely not something that can be achieved in two generations, so I don’t have any pressure. It has been difficult to open up wasteland since ancient times... Well, this person, it’s passed. The age of the hot blood is not aggressive."

"Thinking that I just came here back then, and thinking of achieving cooperation between this planet and our earth within ten years, it was so stupid to bubble up. This galaxy is a third-level civilization, and they are basically There is no meaning to explore, nor do we recognize that we are the same "human beings" as them. Anyway, all creatures that have not reached the third-level civilization area are low-level creatures to them. "Uncle does not know why he is self-conscious. Beginning to talk about tuberculosis.

"I have been trying to cooperate with them for a few years, and then I found that these aliens did not understand the meaning of our civilization and language, but unexpectedly liked us as pets, and then I started to change my mind. I feel that if we can influence and change the planet a little bit as a pet, maybe this galaxy will be our masters in many years!"

Zhong Jin clapped his hands and said, "Brother steady, I guess our cat Wang Xingren might think so too."

Uncle Jianguo sighed sadly, "What can I do, I am also very desperate. Back then, I was the most unlucky one in our bureau to get this task, and I happened to be left alone in my family. The one who died was sent here to be stationed here, just like the little official sent to reclaim wasteland in the frontiers in ancient times. I don’t know if I can go back in this life. I feel distressed."

As he talked, he drew a bottle of wine that looked very expensive from under the sofa, opened the bottle and poured himself a glass, took a sad sip, and sighed: "It's a bottle that I couldn't drink before, twenty-eight one bottle. The wine is still warm, so I can soothe my already cold heart."

Zhong Jin: "There are also super big alien villas."

Uncle Jianguo: "I don't have anything to say about food, accommodation, clothes, and no one can talk to me. I can't get enough people to play mahjong. It's too bleak."

Zhong Jin looked around, okay, people with black hair and eyes are not necessarily Chinese. Everyone doesn't speak the language and can't even play mahjong.

"That... are you also Chinese?" The two were talking, and suddenly they heard a weak girl's voice in their ears. At the same time, they turned their heads to look over and saw a black long straight girl staring with hope in her eyes. Holding them both.

Uncle Jianguo entered the state at the speed of light. He sat in serious danger. He unknowingly turned into the accent of northeastern Mandarin and instantly turned back to the authentic broadcasting accent, "Yes, we are all Chinese! This lady, it seems that you haven't seen me Let’s get to know the news broadcast on the light screen. My name is Wang Jianguo. I am the head of our country’s head office for extraterrestrials. If you have any questions, you can contact me. I will try my best to help as long as I can."

Sister Hei Changzhi flashed tears in an instant, rushed to sit beside them, and shook Uncle Jianguo's hand vigorously, "It's great, great! Uncle police, can you take me home!" "

Uncle Jianguo sighed in a deep voice, "Sorry, I can't help it, but as long as we wait, I believe we can return to our motherland!"

The girl cried out with a cry. She twisted her body and hugged Zhong Jin who was smoking next to her. She buried her face on her shoulder and cried. Zhong Jin patted her on the back and put out the cigarette.

"Don't be sad, if you meet a good alien, maybe he is willing to send you back to Earth." Just like her last life.

The girl raised her head with teary eyes and sobbed and said, "I can't communicate, how does he know what I mean?"

Zhong Jin: "Oh, there is no way, come and wipe my nose and don't drip on me."

The girl clutched her nose and started crying.

"What's the matter, are you having a bad time, have you not enough to eat, or is your host treating you badly?" Zhong Jin asked as someone who came over.

The girl turned her head and said like a mosquito, "No, he is very good to me, but so good, I am afraid I will fall in love with him."

"Oh!" Uncle Jianguo clapped his wrists, "Ten girls and eight will fall in love with aliens, and two unfortunately die prematurely, so I have been bachelor until now!"

Zhong Jin comforted her sister, and took the time to stun her uncle: "The revolutionary cause has not yet succeeded. How can I indulge in the love of my children? It's too dedication."

"Sister, what do you call it?" Zhong Jin asked, wrapping her arm around her.

"My name is Tang Lili, I am 21 years old and I am still in college."

"Li Li, you must have a very happy family and parents who love you very much, otherwise you wouldn't want to go back so much." Zhong Jin said.

Tang Lili shook his head, "My parents are not emotional and purely commercial, and they don't care much about me. I spend more time with the nanny than them."

Zhong Jin raised her eyebrows: "Then what are you doing back?"

Tang Lili: "My dad died last year. I inherited a large sum of his inheritance. I also have a lot of shares in my mom's company."

Zhong Jin immediately changed her opinion: "Oh, then you should go back. After all, life is not only about the love and heartbeat in front of you, but also the property to raise more small meats."

Tang Lili: "So the question has become how can I go back again!"

Uncle Jianguo interrupted again: "Actually, it is not impossible. I heard a news. It seems that these aliens are going to develop a machine that can convert our language. When they develop it, maybe we will be able to interact with aliens. Exchanged."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the two girls were different. Tang Lili was overjoyed and slammed up, "That means I can go back soon! How long will I have to wait!"

Uncle Jianguo: "About three, four, five, six, or seven or eight years?"

Tang Lili cried again.

Zhong Jin casually patted his sister on the shoulder, and looked at the lively alien crowd in the other hall through a curtain. If there is such a machine, there must be no such thing in recent times. At least she left after a year in her previous life and it has not yet appeared. Is this kind of machine produced good or bad? Zhong Jin felt a bit bad.

If you don't understand the other party, you can at least remind yourself that the other party is a completely different creature, and you don't have to face some problems. And if you don’t know it, you won’t get stuck. Once the communication problem is solved, it seems that it will have some subtle effects not only on pets, but also on these alien owners.

After all, the birth of certain emotions is based on mutual communication. Once the barriers that hinder such communication disappear, one can imagine how chaotic it will be. Zhong Jin feels that it is safer to maintain the current status quo.

However, it may be a good thing for others.

Those who are looking for organizations to chat and communicate with each other, one group is harmonious and friendly, and a group of alien masters are not so peaceful.

When Neil came to the hall, people who knew him greeted him at the same time they found that the golden sword on his waist was missing. In view of the bad temper of the famous neuromania Neil, no one dared to ask about this, most of them just took a few curious glances.

But some people dared to ask. The same tall man with seven golden swords hanging from his waist entered the hall. There were nine people, all exuding sturdy air. After a few people came, they swept around and saw After Neal strode towards him, he greeted him very familiarly-punching his chest.

Neil stood on the spot without changing his face like a mountain, and received nine enthusiastic greetings in a row. When they finished greeting, Neil opened his finger and made a light popping sound to the man standing in front. Slammed his chest.

"Hi everybody."

Obviously Neil’s greetings were more enthusiastic. Several men were stunned. They endured it and put them on his shoulders. "Put such a heavy hand against the brothers, Neil, you can grow. "

"Nil hasn't grown up, I heard that he also has a blue star pet. Hey, he didn't even die." The man in the coat laughed and laughed.

"Oh, I saw it. I saw the picture of his communication number page. They are all the blue star people he raised. Not to mention it's pretty cute. Looking at me, I want to raise one." The tallest Said the strong man.

"We are not the nobles in the west. We raise battle beasts or blue star people if we want to raise them!" Another man with an unhappy face didn't agree.

Several people talked and laughed, and the last man with the slenderest figure and most terrifying aura spoke, "Neil, do you have a golden sword?"

Only then did the others notice that there were only six golden swords left in his brother. For the nobles of the Leia galaxy, the sword hanging on their bodies represents their identity and face, and they will not easily be taken off outside. Especially their direct line, as the children born by the two queens of East and West, they all have the golden swords given by their mothers, and those with less than seven swords are not direct lines. Those people’s golden swords are from their direct lines. The gift is far less valuable than their golden sword.

"Yeah, Neil, do you have a golden sword?"

Neil didn’t answer, but an arrogant laughter came in. It was a Western aristocrat with seven silver swords around his waist. His eyes were about to grow to his forehead, and his tone was full of sarcasm and schadenfreude, "Why, Eastern Did the queen finally decide to knock you out of her direct line? Because after so many years, she finally realized that you were just a defective product, so she took back a golden sword."

There was another one beside him, also seven silver swords. They sang and said: "In fact, even if you don’t take back your golden sword now, you will have to take it back soon. After all, as a defective product, you can’t live like us. So long, we will die soon, so short time is just a blink of an eye to us."

"Chang." Neil drew out the longest sword and scratched the blade with his fingers. "If you don't want to live too long, I can let your lives end in the present, how about?"

"Want to fight? Yes, but it's ridiculous. If you can beat those inferior guys, you think you can beat us? Today I will let you know that you and us are the most perfect existence. , What a big gap." The silver sword man drew out his sword and suddenly smiled, "Well, do you want me to give you three hands? After all, I don't want to be bullied and disabled."

Neil backhanded another golden sword. "Of course not, you can use all of your seven hands. Today is the last time you use those hands. Don't worry, I will leave you with two hands. "After he finished speaking, two arms suddenly appeared behind him, and they pulled out a golden sword.

Seeing Neil with four arms, the silver sword man snorted and shook his whole body. There were seven arms rustling out of his back, one of which happened to be holding a silver sword.

He pointed at Neil with the sword, and raised his chin slightly: "How do you deserve to be a person like us, how worthy of being a person like us, how worthy of having seven swords, I will take your sword today.