Beng Tie, the interstellar warlord starting from Yaliluo

"What? You've made contact with those visitors from all over the world? Well done, you guys!

Hearing this information, Qin Huairen, who had been anxious for a long time, was afraid that the protagonist group would suddenly see that he was not pleasing to his eyes and wanted to run over and give him a lift, and he instantly came to his senses.

"Uh... That, big brother, old Sambo, I'm going to say something later, please control your emotions first, don't let the emotional fluctuations be too intense. "

Intense? What's so intense about my emotions? Don't sell it there, hurry up and tell me what the situation is now!" Qin

Huairen, who raised his eyebrows and didn't know why he always felt a little bit bad, opened his mouth to urge.

"You open it for me, and give it back to me. There

was a commotion over there accompanied by Sambo's howl, and the phone was snatched by Boris.

"Lord, that's actually the case now. Before me, this guy Sambo had some contact with the three visitors beforehand. But Sambo didn't know at the time that they were visitors from outside the world, so........ Listening

to Boris's continuous narration of this matter on the phone, the smile on Qin Huairen's face became more and more "kind", and even in the back, he was using a whetstone to sharpen the sapper shovel in his hand while answering the phone.

Listening to the piercing sound of sharpening knives coming from the other end of the phone, Sambo on the edge of the fire couldn't help but shiver. He was now wondering if his big brother would come and cut him with a sapper shovel if he knew his location now.

"That's what it looks like in general. Now the visitors seem to have negotiated with Beloberg, and they have all entered the interior of Beloberg's upper town. He

clearly reported the ins and outs of this matter to Qin Huairen, of course, he and Sambo discussed going to Beloberg to steal the nobleman's pure gold underwear without saying it.

After all, if the lord learned about this, he might suddenly have a lot of fun, and directly join them and share their money. In this case, Boris, who is not rich in the first place, really can't afford to eat at all!

"Uh.... That, my lord, in fact, according to what the two of us just observed, the strength of those three visitors from outside the world is actually not too strong.

Listening to the sound of sharpening knives on the other end of the phone, Boris was kind enough to help the blue-haired young man next to him, who had a capital "danger" on his head, to defend himself, after all, what if Sambo didn't have his own pure

gold underwear? After all, now he was counting on stealing a solid gold underwear for some money to eat. If there is no income, he Boris! The first fierce general under Qin Huairen's command will have to gnaw on the snow because he has no money to eat! Listening

to the sound of sharpening knives from his lord's side, Boris, who feels that Sambo seems to be about to reach the limit, still wants to save the life of this brother who can make a fortune together as much as possible.

"Hmm, isn't the strength strong? Tell me about it carefully?"

Obviously, this sentence very well calmed the fragile heart of Qin Huairen, who had a very serious persecution paranoia. Is there a lot quieter sharpening of knives over there?"

Seeing

that the lord's side really didn't seem so angry anymore, Boris immediately struck while the iron was hot.

"A gray-haired girl with a baseball bat in her hand and a very violent fight. A girl with pink hair and a bow and arrow that can shield her teammates. There is also an indifferent handsome guy with a spear in his hand.

"From what I've observed, the shield provided by the pink-haired girl isn't that thick, and I only need two strokes to dry it up. The gray-haired girl has good attack and defense, and is considered an all-rounder. I guess I can walk through three tricks in my hands.

"In the end, the cold and handsome guy didn't make much of a move, but I think his strength should be the strongest of the three. But for some reason, my battle instincts reminded me that there seemed to be something hidden in that guy.

"And the good news is that neither the visitors nor the Silvermane Guards know where Sambo stands. It can be said that although we were not able to successfully interact with those visitors this time, at least we did not have a bad relationship. In

the room, he finally heard a piece of good news that was not good news, and Qin Huairen was greatly relieved.

Fortunately, as long as you don't completely make enemies, there is still room for recovery!"

"Sambo, you try to use your connections in Beloberg to inquire about the movements of those three visitors from outside the world, and if you have a special trend, just report it to me directly." Boris, you should go back to the Pharos Outpost Fortress first, there really isn't anything you need to do at the moment. After

thinking about it for a while, and after talking to these two guys about the next actions, Qin Huairen reached out and hung up the phone.

"Lord, it's time to eat.

Just as Qin Huairen put the phone back in his hand, a bowl of hot noodles was placed on his table.

He glanced down at his watch suspiciously, and looked at Qin Huairen, who had already reached dinner time, and couldn't help but sigh. What a time the day flies!"

Lowering

his head and sucking the noodles in the bowl, Qin Huairen said inarticulately.

Many times, No. 1 will personally cook some food for Qin Huairen, after all, both parties have already developed a habit.

Seven hundred years ago, the matter of cooking was handed over to No. 1, after all, the things made by Qin Huairen really couldn't be eaten at that time, and eating them might really kill people.

In this way, although he is not very good at cooking, at least he can eat the things he makes, and the number one naturally takes on the responsibility of cooking.

In this way, over time, this habit has gradually developed between the two. Qin Huairen eats most of the time with the help of No. 1.

Even though there is a dedicated chef to cook now, the two of them, who have become accustomed to the original behavior pattern, still maintain the same habit as 700 years ago.

No. 1 on the side also had a bowl of hot noodles in front of him.

Reaching out and taking off his gas mask and helmet, his long, silky golden hair fell down like a golden waterfall.

Of course, Qin Huairen, who was indulging in dry rice, didn't see it, in fact, even if he did, it wouldn't be a big deal. Because Qin Huairen always thought that No. 1 was actually a man. Until today.

"Host, our goal is the sea of stars, you can't indulge in the gentle country. It is the so-called gentle township, the hero's mound.

Listening to the system prompt sound that suddenly popped up in his ears, Qin Huairen scratched his head and inadvertently looked at the side face of No. 1 on the side.

The more I looked, the more wrong I became, and the more I looked at it, the more shocked I became.

Why does this look like

a woman? "you, No. 1, are you a woman?"