Chapter 1877 The Orange Cat is going to steal the house

When the silver warship floating above Jincheng slowly moved in the stratosphere, her shadow had already passed through the morning fog, completely covering this small basin town in the Eurasian inland Earth.

Any of her secondary cannons can turn this small city into a sea of ​​lava fire.

At this time, the residents of Bu Street still want to start their life today.

The lettuce tips and pea seedlings picked this morning were just placed at the entrance of the fruit and vegetable store, and there was comforting water vapor hanging on them. The aunt wearing velvet pajamas raised her head and spitted off the melon seed shells in her mouth: "Buy it now! Buy it now! They are all freshest! The Japanese are coming to collect vegetables at 10 o'clock. Don't leave it for them! After selling it, I will still send my grandson to school."

A small robot like a skateboard slid leisurely across the ground, reporting the broadcast: "The ground temperature is 28 degrees Celsius, the air humidity is 73%. It is suitable for traveling, outings, holding a gun, and resisting. Please choose carefully for the general public."

The robot's voice was immediately interrupted by a noisy sound of boiling oil. The owner of the breakfast shop wearing an apron began to fry the fried dough sticks.

The broadcast was suddenly interrupted by the "sheep" sound of boiling oil - the owner of the breakfast shop wearing an apron was sliding the dough into the oil pan. Two Imperial soldiers wearing mechas were blocking the store like steel giants. The sound of military boots on the ground was like a roar of a road roller, but the boss was still stirring the long chopsticks intently.

All his attention is immersed in his oil pan, and the blooming oil flowers are his own world.

Soldier Ao said: "Under the Blue Star Community Municipal Temporary Administration Ordinance, he should not create open flames on commercial pedestrian streets."

Soldier Yi said, "So what?"

"Take it casually."

The soldiers of the Empire continued to move forward dejectedly, as if they were patrolling daily like robots. Even local municipal robots like skateboards passed by themselves and played the news of the rebelliousness, they were too lazy to pay attention to it.

"Do you want milk tea?"

“In service?”

"It's because of the service. Everyone doesn't care."

They watched as the little girl in the milk tea shop trembled and handed out a large plastic bag from behind the counter, filled with ten cups of milk tea.

"One, a golden dragon." The little girl said tremblingly.

“…”

"Everything has increased. Materials have increased, water, electricity and gas have increased, and rent has increased."

"You didn't spit in it, did you?"

The little girl could only shake her head hard, but she still raised a finger seriously: "A golden dragon, what you sell to you is more expensive."

You don't need to say it out!

The two imperial soldiers continued on the road with milk tea. They suddenly felt that everything in reality was full of surreal absurdity. The residents of this small city really lacked the respect they deserved for the conquerors, and they did not have the fear of the armored grenadiers of the guards. So even the dragon-patterned sign on their arm armor dimmed for a moment.

But, there is nothing we can do about it.

Who told His Highness Brenshilt to order that the public order in Jincheng must be restored as soon as possible? She also ordered that all soldiers should purify military discipline and not violate them. They should never harasse the normal life of the residents of this city, and even show the glorious style of the imperial guards of a great country.

His Highness Brenshilt's order is of course absolute, and the soldiers can understand this order in general.

Directly in front of them, their comrades with live ammunition were waiting in front of the unremarkable three-story building. Look at the mobilization of the crowd, even if they were to watch the Prime Minister's Mansion, this would be like this.

The soldiers knew that the Earth restaurant called "Rongxialou" was the man's old house. However, all his relatives had moved to the alliance, and the store was now managed by Mr. Liu's eldest disciple.

But even so, the soldiers of the Imperial Army had to treat this inconspicuous restaurant courtyard as an important cultural relic, and they could not miss it at all.

This is of course the order of His Highness Brenshilt.

The soldiers saw the tricycle selling sugar and fruits passing through the patrol queue of armored grenadiers. The refreshing and bright sound of the oil pan resounded through their headsets, and even overshadowed the electronic broadcast sound from the headquarters.

"According to Article 22 of the "Terra Star District Temporary Officer Command", all officers and soldiers occupying the area are obliged to maintain the life safety and normal life of the citizens of the area. My empire must have the spirit of the king's army. Only when the military and civilians are united can they be a true example of knights."

The atmosphere of a great country is of course very important, but this "mechanism is united" always seems to be incompatible with the traditional style of the Imperial Army. However, although ordinary imperial soldiers are a little wrong, they dare not object, and there is no disgust in their hearts.

In the distant Kingdom of Cherk, in New Atlantis, in the Lone Night City, they have already experienced the taste of becoming a savior and protector, a more pleasant emotion than being a conqueror.

Chief of Staff Lieutenant General Ostanna Barr told them that this was a higher sense of honor. The soldiers believed it for granted.

In short, the small Jincheng has become the first city on Earth to restore public security and live a regular life. It may even be the best city in the universe with public security. Even if the cat is lost, there are still imperial grenadiers driving mechas to help you find it.

At the same time, the new conqueror of the planet, Brenshilt, the King of Suliuka, had already traveled from the ground to the suburbs of the city with a light car.

The morning mist was far from dissipating at this time. The gentle breeze blew the bamboo forest and the sea of ​​flowers. The sunlight passed through the wet water vapor and fell on the stone slabs of the path. So even the sunlight was covered with the fragrance of vitality.

Brenshilt looked at him, and his golden eyes reflected a winding stone road and stairs, and also reflected the bushes on the side of the road, he was curiously looking at his two "wild" animals, one big and one small.

The big ones are naturally fat, fat, and there are no colorful photos. The small ones are Lumony with golden fur and big squirrel-like tail.

Wild iron-eating beasts born and raised on Earth and invasive species from distant empires are now living harmoniously in this humid basin inland on Earth.

Brenshilt likes this place very much. Although there are places to visit in the empire when it comes to the magnificence of natural scenery, the green mountains and waters here always have a natural and harmonious charm. This is not from the nourishment of spiritual energy, but a more mysterious understanding.

Of course, the only disharmonious place is probably the artificial creation in the distant sky.

She glanced over the sky with some dissatisfaction and waved her hand to stop the guards who were about to follow.

"You are here, don't follow us," she ordered.

Of course, the captain of the guard could only obey his orders. Of course, he could not violate the orders of the elected emperor. What's more, the surrounding mountains and the sky had already set up strict vigilance, and warships in the sky were also keeping their guard at all times.

"Tell the fleet on the orbit that it is not allowed to use wide-area scanning to disturb the long sleep here in the future."

...Okay, His Highness Brenshilt himself is already a saint, and he can kill all his guard members with one hand. It is not too big a difference between them and whether they follow, probably.

Brenshilt ignored the guard's hesitation and stepped forward in the hesitant sight of Gangu and Lunshu.

Of course, the tombs of Yu Xiao and Liu Qiluo are not difficult to find. As someone's status is higher and his prestige becomes greater, even if he is unable to return to his hometown to pay homage at any time, the local municipal department in Jincheng will be happy to do it on his behalf.

In fact, Yu Lian and Feifei have not returned to Earth for more than two years. The uncle and his family were even deceived into the alliance even earlier in the name of "Galaxy Cooking Exchange" and "Cultural Exchange". Every time they want to return to China, they will always be stopped by various emergencies.

But even so, the ancestral tomb of the Liu family and Yu Lian's parents have never been short of tribute.

Brenshilt soon found the tombstones standing side by side halfway up the mountains and rivers, surrounded by mountains and open scenery. They were all very ordinary stone tablets. They did not expand and decorate the identity based on the prominent status of the descendants of the tomb owner.

Brenshilt guessed that this should be Yu Lian's instructor. If he didn't insist, maybe there would be a well-behaved person who would move the surrounding tombs and turn the mountain into a Yu family ancestral hall or something.

Of course, he could not stop local officials from paying time and meticulous maintenance. This tombstone and cemetery were very clean and smooth, without even the slightest cracks or weathering traces.

King Suliuka bent down and his eyes swept across the two young faces on the stone tablet. Their images during their lifetime began to coincide with the most unforgettable face in their memory.

The election emperor of the Galaxy Empire, the youngest marshal of the imperial service, showed a shy smile, possessed her slightly, and stroked the cold inscription with her fingertips: "For the first time we met, uncle and aunt, my name is Brenshilt, please give me more advice. Well, I am your son's lover who is only one step away from privately making a lifelong decision, but Yu Gong has become an enemy. Now let's visit the two elders. If you don't want me to stay, please blink."

There was only a breeze blowing on the scene and the chirping of the birds.

"If the two elders don't want me to come to visit the grave and chat with you, please blink."

The birds continued to chirp, and followed Brenshilt all the way to the Pengbing and Lubird behind the grass next to each other, looking at each other. They all remembered that the people who came to this pair of tombstones brought the best offerings, but the one who came here looked very colorful.

Brenshilt took off his gloves, rolled up his sleeves, and began to clean up as if he was touching. After all, he had come, and even if it was a grave sweeping, there were still procedures that should be found.

This is the sense of ritual.

However, it can also be seen that compared to her ability to handle weapons and the army, this kind of subtle cleaning work is really not in the comfort zone of His Royal Highness Sulika.

It took her enough time to kill one third of the Community Dawn Star Expeditionary Fleet before she could clean the already clean tombstones and pedestals.

Then, she found the dandelion that was protruding from the edge of the stone slab on the base. She stretched her head over excitedly as if she had discovered the treasure and broke it with her bare hands.

This at least proves that she has been working hard for half an hour.

Then, the election emperor of the Galaxy Empire, who had the power in the entire universe, must have entered the first three rows, and took out the incense burner, offerings, and a large pile of gold foil paper money from his space bag as if he were touching.

"According to the culture of the earth, if the head of the family is busy outside and unable to sacrifice, he has to do it by the kind people around him. Okay, okay, I also know that there are always many such people... In his school days, that guy would bring different girls to burn incense. But you will be tired and remember me. After all, I am the most special one!" She posed various sacrificial instruments while muttering like a little woman, as if she was really burning incense to her close elders.

She coughed softly and took out two bottles of wine, one of which was Brenshilt's favorite ice honey wine, and the other was homemade old wine taken from Rong's uncle's disciple.

"I heard that the two elders like this the most, well... I have drunk it and have a good time after accepting this setting. Of course, I hope you can try mine." Brenshilt opened the lid and let the transparent essence of water and the golden solution of wine poured on the tombstone.

The fragrance of wine sank into the moist soil along the tombstones and stone platforms, covering up the fragrance of grass and shrubs. At the same time, the Penggong and Lu Beast, who were hiding in the grass, had already shown a very humanized expression of regret.

Although they are wild animals, they are also free to come. As long as they are used as offerings, they are within the scope of their recipes.

Of course, Brenshilt was too lazy to pay attention to the feelings of the little animals, but continued: "After drinking, the two elders must admit that I am the most special one. If you don't want to admit it, please blink."

The big and small animals covered their faces and looked unbearable, and they stepped back step by step into the grass.

Brenshilt continued to whisper: "After all, I dare to love and hate, unlike the white-haired fox in the alliance. I dare not admit that I love anyone, and I only dare to spend money with stingy things. More importantly, my identity, past and emotions are real, and definitely different from that gloomy little owl. That is such a poor girl, even the real past is in chaos, so how can the so-called two little misunderstanding be considered real? This can offset her first-hand advantage. Right? Uncle and Aunt?"

Although she said "poor", she naturally did not hide her gloating. Of course, because there was no one, she did not hide her nagging little daughter's attitude.

If His Highness King Su's fanatical followers saw this scene, they didn't know how many people would not accept it and commit suicide on the spot.

When the fragrance of the wine completely submerged into the grass and soil, Brenshilt stood up and heard someone sighing: "It's a pity. This bottle of wine has been stored for twenty-five years... It was still the one that Mr. Liu had before his death, and he said he wanted to drink it at the wedding of his grandson."

I don't know when, under the tree on the other side of the stone steps, there was a figure standing there. He seemed to have been standing there for a long time, as if he had already merged into the green mountains and green trees. If he hadn't spoken, he would have been regarded as part of the grass.

Genggu and Luzun finally realized that there was someone standing next to them. The two smart wild animals looked at each other again and quickly penetrated into the bamboo forest and disappeared.

The little birds chirping around them also shaking their wings and heading towards all directions.

But Brenshilt turned around without any mind and looked up and down at the uninvited guest.

This should be a middle-aged man between forty and fifty years old, but considering that he has certain spiritual fluctuations, his real age should be bigger than his appearance. He has heroic and tough facial features, a burly and upright body, and a calm temperament like a mountain. An ordinary sportswear cannot cover up the bright and powerful hairstyle.

In short, a very typical folk martial artist. In the Galaxy Empire, such people are everywhere. Their existence can maintain the folk martial ethics and to a certain extent can also play a psychic role in the children of citizens and nobles. Of course, the imperial government is quite encouraged.

If you can teach a few famous disciples, you will have some real skills, and you may even be regarded as a master of the generation.

And the uninvited guest on the scene might be such a person, right?

"Mr. Willis Lee?" Brenshilt took the initiative to greet the other party.

"First meeting, Your Highness." He smiled a little restrainedly, but he bowed slightly after all: "Shajia, uh... I know you are here in Jincheng, so I looked for you as you would come here for a long time. However, speaking bad things about a little girl behind her back is not a heroic behavior after all."

Before the Queen was preparing to go up the mountain to sweep the grave, it was not to be said that the Imperial Army must have conducted the most comprehensive safety investigation, but it still missed the middle-aged man with a wild and powerful hairstyle.

Brenshilt was not surprised at all, but instead took back the bottle with interest and sneered: "I'm here to sweep the graves of elders I've never seen before. Why should I be a hero? It's too disloyal."

Colonel Fina Lee's (nominal) father, a well-known earth martial artist and a master of atomic fist, Mr. Willis Lee couldn't help but feel silent when he heard this.

He suddenly felt that this was very reasonable.
Chapter completed!