Interstellar Love Diary

Arion finished his training and went back to the lounge, and saw Long Ruo lying on his bed sleeping awkwardly. Long Ruo was always restless in sleep. After falling asleep, he rolled over the bed, and his white shirt shrank up, revealing a thin waist.

Arien sat down on the edge of the bed and compared his hands vainly, and found that Long Ruo was really small, with a small face and a small waist. His gaze fell down to the position of Long Ruo's waist. He didn't know what he thought of, and smiled to himself. Even there was a small one, which only made him think of the word cute.

As soon as Arien came in, Long Ruo knew it, but because he knew it was him, he slept with ease. However, Arien's tingling gaze on him made him open subconsciously. When he closed his eyes, he found that Arien was staring at his waist down, with an indescribable smile on his face, which suddenly exploded.

"What to look at, I said I'm still young, and I will grow up in the future."

He was only nineteen years old, and Arion was over a hundred years old. If he grew up to Arion's age, he would be even more majestic and mighty than him.

"Okay, okay, I'll grow up in the future." Arion touched his face soothingly, and said, "Enough sleep? Get up and eat if you have enough sleep."

"Oh." Long Ruo turned over and sat up, scratching his head, "Are you finished with the practice?"

Arion reached out and touched his bare belly. Well, the food you ate in the morning has been digested, and you can continue to add nutrients.

"Yeah." Arion replied.

Long Ruo stepped barefoot on Arion's resting bed, crookedly got out of the bed and followed Arion to eat.

Arion is the most popular and most popular companion trainer in the training center. Just after dinner, someone came to invite Arion to be a companion trainer. Arien hesitated, turned his face to look at Long Ruo.

Long Ruo waved his hand carelessly: "Go, go, I'll play by myself for a while."

He is not a kid anymore, and he needs to be carried everywhere, and Arion has been too careful with him.

Arien was also aware of this, so he touched his nose embarrassedly and said, "Then I will go to the training ground first."

"Okay, you go quickly." Long Ruo wandered slowly alone, thinking that Zelangxing's people are really rich. The training cost of this training center is 100,000 yuan per hour, but he saw that many people are successful. Tian Chengtian trained here, there are so many rich people, and he is starting to hate the rich again.

When passing by an office similar to that of an office, Long Luo heard someone sigh and said, "It still doesn't work. I spent ten years of hard work, and the armor I made couldn't stop the blow of the particle cannon."

Long Ruo moved in his heart and stood still and glanced in at the door.

A triangular-headed, obviously elderly man in a white robe shook his head with the broken armor, looking very sorry.

Long Ruo guessed that this should be a war armor maker.

He recognized that the armor in the hands of the triangular-headed man was the armor worn by the middle-aged man with a big sword among the two who were fighting in the morning, and it was cracked by a bunch of particle shells from the opponent.

Think about Arion's armor, which can withstand a blow from a giant battleship in space without damage. It's really a good comparison.

I don’t know who made Arion’s battle armor. It’s a good master level. It is said that the origin of his mecha and Arion’s blood shadow war knife are a set. For anyone who can achieve such great achievements in weapon production, it is absolutely the most powerful production master in this star field who does not explain.

Long Ruo couldn't help being fascinated by the unknowing master of the production department.

If one day, he could also make such a powerful armor.

"Since I'm here, what are you still standing outside for? Why don't you come in soon, young people nowadays, I'm so lazy." The triangular-headed armored division had obviously found Long Ruo, and immediately reduced the regretful expression on his face. Cold and authentic.

Long Ruo: "?!!!"

He thought that the old man was telling someone else, he looked around, and he saw no other person except himself and the armored division in the house where he could see.

"Should I call you, do you want the old man to invite you in?" The triangle head grunted dissatisfiedly.

Long Ruo finally confirmed that the old man was talking to himself, opened the door and walked in.

The entrance is a huge workbench, which is filled with armor materials and semi-finished armors. There is also a small workbench next to the big workbench, which is also full of materials.

Standing behind the workbench, the old man didn't look up, and said to Long Ruo: "Take care of those things."

Long Ruo walked over, thinking that he should be allowed to deal with materials, but he knew how to deal with energy stone materials, armor materials?

Did he never learn it?

Moreover, these materials look expensive. What if they are dealt with incorrectly and let him pay?

Although he now has a salary of 30 million yuan a month, he still has to buy a house for him and Arion in the future.

"What are you doing standing stupidly?" Triangle head urged, "Get out of me if you don't do anything."

Long Ruo: "..."

Well, Long Ruo thought that since you asked me to do it, don't blame me for ruining the materials.

Thinking of this, Long Ruo immediately put aside his psychological burden, recalled the trajectory of the mental power cycle of Arion's blood shadow sword he had seen, and slowly injected mental power into the material.

He knew this was a very difficult task for a long time, but he really did it by himself, only to realize that the facts were far more difficult than he thought.

It's just a small material, no matter how much mental power he inputs, it disappears like a mud cow entering the sea.

Long Ruo: "..."

The mental power that Nima needs to import from this material is like a bottomless pit. How much mental power should I use to create a blood shadow war knife used by Arion?

Long Ruo knelt directly, and the worship of Arion's armor maker deep in his heart was like the endless waters of the Yellow River.

I don't know which great **** it is, wait and ask Arien, if you have a chance, you must visit him.

A set of mech armor weapons, how long should the master crafting master make? That's a set of results in a lifetime.

Long Ruo was highly concentrated, and continued to inject mental power into the material. Slowly the material began to change. He could even see the material being broken down into different particles and floating in the air, and then recombined and transformed into a small pepper. But when he stopped sending mental energy, everything changed back to the original.

Long Ruo withdrew his mental power, sweating profusely, and as expected, it was separated like a mountain. The production of battle armor and the production of energy stones are completely two fields.

Fortunately, the materials were not damaged by him, at least not on the outside. He touched it with his hands, trying to see if there was any change in the material, but he stabbed it, and the piece of material melted into the air like wind.

Long Ruo: "?!!!"

Where did you go? Obviously he looks okay on the outside, why did he dissipate as soon as he touched it?

Long Ruo wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and glanced nervously at his triangular head. Fortunately, he didn't find it. Otherwise, the old man asked him to pay for the material. Should he pay or not?

He didn't dare to touch it at once. Empiricism really killed people!

When the old man was busy, he didn't forget to pay attention to Long Ruo's side. When he saw Long Ruo's handling of materials, he gave a "Huh" first, and then saw that the materials were lost by Long Ruo and turned into Cold snort.

"Why don't you even handle the materials? It's stupid." The old man waved him aside impatiently. "Standing on the side, if you count on you, these materials are not enough for you to waste."

Long Ruo: "..."

He feels so innocent. It's not that he wants to come in. It's obviously the old man who let him in. Now he has mishandled the materials and dislikes him. It is really embarrassing.

Long Ruo scratched his head, obediently retreated to the side, and didn't go out. He simply stood on the side to see how the old man handled the materials.

He can now be sure that this must be a certain war armor maker in the empire, and that tingly ill is exactly the same as his teacher Yin Yingjie, it's almost like being printed in a mold.

Long Ruo secretly slandered, could it be that the so-called masters of this star field are all of this temper?

The old man pulled Long Ruo aside, and he began to process the materials methodically. The technique was better than Long Ruo's.

The technique Longruo couldn't keep up with the other party. Who let him, an outsider, come here for a short time? He didn't know anything, but in terms of the purity of his mental power, he felt that he was not lost to this old man at all. Since the old man didn't care, he just stole the teacher right beside him.

Outside the training ground, a azure blue aircraft landed, the hatch opened, and a group of mech fighters in combat uniforms and heavily armed mechs surrounded a young boy and walked down.

The person in charge of the training ground immediately greeted him: "It turned out to be Master Helan, please here."

He Lanjin nodded reservedly, with the right attitude. It would not give people a sense of indifference, and was not so enthusiastic that anyone would think that he could be friends with him. The aristocratic set of social etiquette was well mastered.

The person in charge took He Lanjin towards the inside, and said as he walked: "Master Qingxuan arrived yesterday, and has been waiting for you today. The schedule of the master is very full, but he is still in his busy schedule to make a special trip to Zelangxing. It seems to have high hopes for Master Helan. Master Helan will become a mecha maker in the future. Don't forget to support our training center."

He Lanjin's beautiful and indistinguishable face flashed a hint of impatience, but the aristocratic cultivation still allowed him to maintain a behavioral response, so as not to speak against each other.

It's just a small training ground. If it weren't the industry under the name of the Empire War Armor Maker, he wouldn't care about it at all, let alone let him visit it in person.

When passing by the training ground, He Lanjin's footsteps stopped, his eyes passed over the crowd, and landed on a tall figure in the field.

It was a very tall man with handsome eyebrows, and the vast stars reflected in his eyes.

This is a man with a great story.

He Lanjin would be attracted to him because he just saw that this man did not fall under an ordinary second-level mecha with his bare hands. He didn't even have a defensive armor on his body.

He had only seen his elder brother He Lan Jin with such a powerful person, but he did not expect to find such an outstanding person in this small training ground.

"Who is that person?" He Lanjin asked.

The person in charge looked at him, "Oh", and said: "You mean Arion, he is our training partner, he has a high level of force. I heard that he used to be a stray mercenary. , His skill is very good, people here like to look for him as a training partner."

He Lanjin squinted his eyes and glanced at Arion. Without saying much, she turned her face and said coldly, "Lead the way."