Chapter 33 Green-skinned spaceship

In a daze, Guan Buhui was woken up by the shaking. The seats on the cheapest spaceship were hard and hurt

his buttocks. The lights in the cabin were dim and swaying. The smell of instant nutrition and synthetic steaks was everywhere, mixed with a whiff of smoke, which made the tender young master cough repeatedly. Not far away, several adult strong Asians who were going to the next galaxy to discuss business were playing card games. One of them excitedly slapped the table, causing his small seat to shake a few times.

The frightened pink and purple little parrot hugged his limited edition laser backpack and shrank back into the seat.

With this movement, Guan Buhui, who was already dizzy due to airsickness, felt his stomach churning again, and he quickly clutched his vomit bag.

He pursed his lips, and a wave of bitter regret rose in his heart. He

sneaked out of the temple and took the cheapest airship nearby, all out of his youthful and reckless impulse.

Ever since the communication with his adoptive father that day, the pink and purple-haired little parrot had been holding back a lot of anger in his heart.

Since Guan Jiu said that he had accomplished nothing, and those members of the Inspectorate and the old monsters who locked him up in the temple said that he was used to the fine clothes and delicious food, then he had to prove his own strength. Prove that he, Guan Buhui, as the young master of the black market, was not a useless child!

Even without his adoptive father, he can still rise to the top and impress everyone!!

Guan Buhui had already inquired about it. Today, the old monster from the Inspection Court will bring the golden-eyed cub to the research institute for work, and the security in the temple is relatively lax.

In addition, most of the nearby security facilities are concentrated near the cub, so no one takes him seriously. It would be easy to simply interfere with the device signal and hack the dozen or so surveillance cameras outside his room and sneak out of the temple!

This is what he planned and did.

In order to prove his strength, Guan Buhui didn't even bring his credit card for saving money. He just packed some pocket money and his favorite business peripherals, and ran away over the railing with the small bag.

Unfortunately, the temple's security facilities and the power of the Inspectorate are not to be trifled with.

Guan Buhui had just run out of the temple when his whereabouts were already detected by the guards.

He fled to the passenger port like a frightened bird. Looking back under the pursuit of drones, he saw that the entrance and exit of the port had been blocked by bright yellow-colored lock wires. Passengers complained loudly about changing the entrance and exit, and the sound of sirens could not be covered by the noise from not far away.

The young parrot was so scared that his soul was out of his body. As fate would have it, a green-skinned airship slowly drove in the track closest to him.

Guan Buhui: “!!”

At this point, he couldn’t care less. He carried his bag and slipped into the crowd to avoid the search team’s sight, and then he entered the door of the shuttle.

——Then, he has been sitting there until now.

How many hours has it been? He has already taken a nap, so it must be almost midnight?

This broken green spaceship has even turned on the lights, so is it already dark outside? Where is he?

Will...will someone else chase him?

Guan Buhui moved his sore butt again. The noisy and strong men not far away seemed to have had some kind of quarrel, swearing at each other. The passenger next to him tilted his head while holding a large, gorgeous plastic bag, and seemed to be about to fall asleep.

The light screen on the cabin ceiling flickered, broadcasting old product advertisements.

At this moment, he remembered to pick up the ticket he had paid for after boarding the ship, squinting in the dim light and reading carefully.

[Destination: The 31st transit port of the main star of the M31 galaxy]

[Estimated arrival time: 22:10]

This is the farthest place he can reach with the money he paid for the ticket.

It should be a galaxy that is close to the border but can be considered a second or third tier galaxy, right?

And...M31 galaxy? Why does the name sound familiar? Did he go on the star network some time ago?

He carefully examined the thin bill in his hand, stroking his chin and thinking hard, and did not notice that not far away, the strong subspecies who had lost the bet turned their eyes around, and then quietly fell on the tender pink and purple parrot.

.......

At this time, the sky outside was completely dark.

The green-skinned airship was moving steadily on the track, and the tiny parts made a creaking sound.

*

Ten thirty in the evening.

The temple was still brightly lit.

When Fu Jiao and his group returned to the temple, the members of the Inspection Court were finishing up the monitoring sampling work.

In the lobby, Lynx, as usual, held a blueberry lollipop in her mouth, rolled up her sleeves slightly, revealing her cold and inorganic metal prosthesis, and lazily checked some information.

Seeing the Supreme God coming in, her pointed and furry ears stood up, and she took a few steps at a time and rushed to the Lord of God, squatted down, and asked her to touch her head with a smile. Compared with the other two reserved, calm and boring colleagues, Lynx has never been stingy in showing her intimacy and trust, and she doesn't care about other people's eyes.

Fu Jiao accepted it all, stretched out his hand and rubbed the big cat's furry ears hard. Lynx then stood up with satisfaction, and looked at Deng Baoying's gloomy eyes with a little provocation.

"What's wrong?" Deng Baoying said coldly with a businesslike attitude, "That kid."

"That kid? He didn't even bring his credit card. He grabbed a handful of loose change and took the nearest green-skinned spaceship and ran away. The ticket information is the M31 star system, where you just came back a month ago," Lynx was rubbed by the God Lord, squinted his eyes happily, and bit his lollipop with a crunching sound. "People from the inspection department went after him and almost caught up with him. They asked me whether I should wait at the M31 star system transit port, and I told them not to worry about it and let the little parrot run."

"He's Guanjiu's adopted son, so he won't die outside... He's got our tracking chip tied to him. The child was adopted, so it's a good thing for him to suffer a little outside." The

short-haired lynx shrugged, "Maybe he can't stand it in a couple of days and will run back by himself?"

She leaned down again, squinting her eyes and showing her sharp fangs, showing goodwill to the Lord. The furry cat's tail behind her popped out, standing high in a happy mood: "Look, Lord, I was a good kid, wasn't I? I didn't run around when I was a kid..."

Fu Jiao: "Do you really have to compare like this... When you were young, you also often kidnapped handsome boys on the street to be your male pet..."

The lynx held a lollipop in his mouth and remained silent with hatred, while Deng Baoying next to him sneered coldly.

However, the nature of the subspecies tribe of cats is like this, the strong are respected and the weak are preyed upon by the strong, and it is more like a blatant matriarchal society. The strong in the tribe have the first right to choose their mates, and there is no limit on the gender or age of their partners. Everything is based on the leader's preference.

Even though civilization has developed to this point, some instincts engraved in the bones cannot be changed.

Respecting each subspecies also means respecting their own habits and instincts.

What's more, compared with some more discriminatory subspecies tribes, the tribal rules of cats are still very fair.

Speaking of the dark history of her youth, Lynx touched her nose awkwardly, her tail swaying back and forth awkwardly, and decisively changed the subject: "Come to think of it, that guy left a letter for you. I don't know what retro style these young people are into recently, they actually use envelopes from thousands of years ago to write... Does it make it look more dignified?"

As she spoke, she handed a stack of folded letter paper to Fu Jiao, who raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh, it's for me."

Fu Jiao smiled and folded the letter paper, which was filled with dense handwriting. Guan Buhui's handwriting is really not good-looking, and it is estimated that he has not practiced calligraphy much. However, in this era of highly developed interstellar civilization, it is already commendable that he can remember his original intention and write with pen and paper.

【A Jiao: When you see this letter, I am ready to carve out a niche for myself! 】

【Whether you support me or not, I have made up my mind!! How did the ancient civilizations write it? Oh, yes, an old horse in the stable still has ambitions to travel thousands of miles! 】

Fu Jiao's smile froze slightly.

Wait.

This sentence is not used like this.

【......You also know that those old monsters think that I am a second-generation rich man who only knows how to enjoy life. But I don't want to be like this! From the moment I was taken away from the post-disaster centralized protection area by my adoptive father, I had made up my mind to become a hero - yes, just like the protagonists portrayed in those games and comics. I am so young, why can't I be the protagonist! 】

【I believe you will understand me! Goodbye! When I have made a name for myself, I will definitely take you over, and we will play games together! 】

Fu Jiao: "..."

I didn't expect that this little parrot really treated her as a close playmate, which was really touching.

However, the two old monsters who came to read the letter next to her obviously had their own opinions.

Lynx folded his arms and retracted his head, holding a lollipop in his mouth, and commented very calmly: "Look, I told you that young people should not be exposed to too many electronic products. This child is so immature, he has been poisoned by electronic products! When he was a child, I had already suggested to Guanjiu to confiscate his smart credit card and game console."

The Supreme God murmured: "You talk as if you are not from the second dimension yourself."

On the other side, Deng Baoying frowned slightly in displeasure. He didn't care about the content of the letter, but cared about the signature at the beginning: "...What did he call you? A Jiao? Why can he call you that?"

I can only call you Lord God.

Supreme God: "..."

Oh, I was careless.

How could I forget that there is a mentally ill person like you.