Chapter 32
Qi Ming just wanted to help her, test her mimicry skills, and help her train her combat abilities more professionally. When she threw the "Dream Core" data terminal over there, she didn't think too much about it.
Who would have thought that she would come to take off his vest as soon as she came out of the dream plane.
"You are not some kind of beast."
Hua Xian used declarative sentences instead of interrogative sentences.
The Golden Winged Butterfly flapped its wings, ready to fly away.
"Don't run!"
Hua Xian didn't allow the other party to refuse to admit it and flap their wings to escape. In an instant, two flexible tree vines flew out from behind, blocking the way of the Golden Winged Butterfly.
The Marshal didn't fly at full speed, he thought he could escape easily.
I never thought that the girl who raised flowers is now so powerful that she can use mimicry to stop him.
It's not easy to fool around... Mistake:
"You are from the Federation Legion, right? The butterfly is your mimicry." Hua Xian's tree vines were airtightly woven into a small butterfly cage, and he was bound inside, " A Nuo is your colleague, that's why he was so strange at the beginning, he would come to the store every day. When I went back to my hometown, he didn't open the door, and he was guarding the door of the store. A Nuo didn't like to work, so he came to my store on purpose Yes, he came to work for you."
Golden Wing Dark Butterfly waved its wings, hesitating whether to cut off the vine.
This is easy for him.
But the number of tree vines she mimicked is still too small, and if they are cut off, it will do her a lot of harm.
It would be bad for him to eat her, drink her, live in her, and hurt her again. Hey... Forget it, don't cut it, just let her be put in a cage.
"You transferred three billion to me because you ate too much here, and what you ate were all extinct spiritual plants from the Sulu galaxy. You feel sorry for it." Hua Xian looked at the butterfly in the cage
.
This butterfly was unexpectedly quiet, without fluttering wings, without struggling, and had the helplessness of lying flat and catching it with nothing.
"The twelve employees recently hired are all active-duty non-commissioned officers of the Federation Corps, and they were all called by you. Because they are as reliable as Arnold, they will not leak the news of Lingzhi at will, and their force value is high. Can protect this store."
The Golden Winged Butterfly pretended to be a leaf.
It is pasted together with the leaves of the vines in an attempt to confuse the real ones.
"Stop pretending, you're not a butterfly with withered leaves, you don't look like the withered leaves at all, your wings, your golden eyes." Hua Xian's eyes twitched.
Marshal who was dying and struggling unsuccessfully: "..."
Butterfly persisted.
You have touched the wings of Marshal Ben, and Marshal Ben regards you as... a target. Can you stop grabbing my vest and pulling it vigorously.
Hua Xian controlled the leaves of the vine, fiddled with the butterfly pretending to be dead, and continued to expose him: "Also, I also think there is a problem with your factory manager friend. Whose steel factory came out to pick up the project, Install a light beam alarm floating system for people, which can bomb down planes at an altitude of 5,000 meters, and is also equipped with fully automatic combat robots. Can ordinary steel factories produce shells? Director Shuoling is also a member of your Federation Legion Let's go."
The butterfly was teased by the vines, and its wings were a little itchy.
retreated to the center of the cage.
Avoid this kind of "mimetic entanglement" behavior...
He is a serious butterfly, and this tree vine does not look like a serious tree vine, so lock him in a small black cage and imprison him.
Hua Xian counted down the "crimes" of Golden Wing Butterfly one by one. She put together these disjointed and discordant fragments, and the truth unexpectedly extended in a direction she hadn't expected.
"Also! The dean of the seventh district, he took the initiative to come to the door two months ago, and wanted to open a biological spiritual plant cultivation laboratory for me. He also visited the business from time to time. The last time I talked to me, I was looking at you, Little Butterfly. You must have a high status in the federation, you can command a federation sergeant like Arnold and Jing Deng, at least you are an officer."
Speaking of which.
Hua Xian suddenly had a bad premonition, her eyelids twitched violently, "You—could you be?"
Her throat seemed to be strangled.
The exact name is a bit too dare to say it.
"The United Nations Bliss Biopharmaceutical Factory was proposed by the dean to let me run it. He said that all the procedures and patents of the drug, including the review by the Federal Food and Drug Administration, will be settled by a big man who lives in a nursing home, because he has taken a fancy to the spirit The value of the special medicine that is powerful and explosive."
Hua Xian's hands were sweating, and when he saw the little butterfly lying flat in the cage, his eyes unconsciously became awed, "The big man helped the pharmaceutical factory clear the obstacles, and even the customers couldn't do it. Accurately pinpointing the address of the pharmaceutical factory and information related to Lingzhi are all confined to the S star gate and blocked. This big man... big man..." Golden Wing Dark Butterfly, let's have a good time,
Bao'er .
The knife was hanging around his neck for half a day.
cut it.
"Master Marshal."
Hua Xian opened the star network, searched for the Marshal's information, and browsed through it carefully, "Mimicry, the No. 1 Golden Wing Butterfly in 3S combat power, the most beautiful butterfly mimicry in the Sulu galaxy, no One, in the dark night, the wings of a butterfly can shed a galaxy-like shattered awn, like a god descending, and everyone who sees its imitation is fascinated by it... The person who wrote your encyclopedia entry must be your fan."
The Butterfly Club is dead.
Why read it out!
After all, it was written by that bastard in the Federation, and he will be cut off when he goes back!
"Dumped? Crazy about it?" Hua Xian carefully inspected the little butterfly in the cage, which was seen countless times every day.
Ah, no.
Let's call it Big Butterfly, after all, he has such a big background.
Marshal: I regret it very much. I shouldn't have given her the "Dream Core" data terminal on the spur of the moment.
It's all right now, it's been stripped clean.
From now on, she won't be able to play the game of concealing her identity, and she won't be able to pretend to be an ordinary butterfly in front of her, and even... she won't even have the majesty of a marshal.
Hua Xian sighed: "If my guess is correct, you just flap your wings?"
This is how the two of them communicated before.
The marshal's remaining wings, very reluctantly, moved a little.
Now that the matter has come to this point, if you deny it and cover it up again, it will appear that you have no sincerity. In the future, he will still rely on her side.
Hua Xian bowed respectfully: "First of all, I am very grateful to Marshal, for your help to this small flower shop during this time, thank you for helping me fight off the flower thieves, thank you for helping me recruit so many reliable employees , and built a military-style defense facility for the flower shop, and even helped me apply for a patent from the Federal Food and Drug Administration, allowing me to start the business of a pharmaceutical factory safely." This is not ignorance, but it is shocking
.
Mr. Marshal Butterfly, how much convenience did he use his power to help her!
She has been able to run a stable business until now, and has also made the flower shop and sideline business flourish. The marshal has a lot of credit.
Qi Ming looked at her extremely solemn attitude of thanking her, and for some reason, felt a little uncomfortable in his heart—it was too unfamiliar.
The two of them were obviously very close before.
He is her treasure, the little butterfly raised by her family.
Why did you still talk about your identity with him after you dropped the vest?
But the Marshal couldn't speak. In desperation, he had no choice but to use his mental power to control the optical brain, and connect with her optical brain bracelet at close range.
[Ding——]
There is a soft sound.
Hua Xian looked at her optical brain bracelet, and found that there was an extra contact person on it. The profile picture was a golden butterfly, but there was an identity verification of a marshal. The name of the contact person was Qi Ming.
Her heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.
I know, it was the marshal who contacted her.
"You, what do you want to say?" Huaxian looked at the Golden Winged Butterfly in the tree vine, and realized the problem, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't put you in the cage on purpose, so I'll let you out, it's my wife Sorry for being rude."
World Tree's restraint effect was lifted immediately.
Golden Wing Butterfly gained freedom from the tree vine "Little Black House".
But he couldn't be happy at all, his wings fluttered, and he said "you" in one mouthful. That expression of awe was no different from that of people in the Federation. Eat, all kinds of flower girls who dislike him.
A message appeared on Hua Xian's optical brain.
Qi Ming: You don't have to thank me, the flower shop is also my responsibility.
Hua Xian looked at that line of words, and for some reason, her heart warmed inexplicably. This marshal is quite kind. According to Mingxingwang Encyclopedia entry, the marshal is very cold, killing people on the battlefield without blinking an eye.
"How can a flower shop be considered the responsibility of Marshal? It's just a small flower shop. You are too polite." Hua Xian began to reflect, "Also, because I didn't know your identity before, I treated you with a lot of disrespect..."
Qi Ming: No disrespect.
He thinks it's fine.
We are just like in the past, this marshal lands on your shoulders, hair, palms, and can also touch your wings occasionally, so don't be so alienated.
"No! Yes!"
Hua Xian had a serious face, deeply introspecting, "I used to think that you were just an ordinary butterfly. I didn't know the heights of heaven and earth, and I kept you as an ordinary pet at home. I called you little butterfly, and I also called you treasure... son ..."
It's over.
Hua Xian also died.
She had a feeling that she wanted to find a tree hole to hide herself.
Hua Xian's ears couldn't be controlled, and became hot.
Ah this... help! She actually called Bao'er to a grown man for more than a month without knowing it!
Qi Ming: Yes.
It was the first time that the marshal saw this flower-growing girl with red ears, and felt quite novel. It turns out that she also knows how to be shy. In the past, she was the one who was chasing "frivolously" all over the room.
In the past, it was Arnold who was watching the jokes, and later, the thirteen members of Shura's team watched his jokes together.
He heard it several times, those subordinates secretly discussing that the wife of the marshal in the future is enthusiastic and bold, and the marshal is so innocent... This led to
Qi Ming seeing Hua Xian blushing now, and he had the illusion of turning himself into the male master. Marshal, even if it's a romantic relationship, it should be the active party. What kind of words does the chief subordinate comment on "pure love".
"Yes? What can you do?" Hua Xian's face was flushed, and his mind was buzzing when he saw the words sent by Mr. Marshal on the light brain.
Could it be...
Qi Ming: You can call.
Thinking she didn't understand, he repeated it again.
You can call me Marshal Bao'er, after all, it's been so long. I have called it so many times in front of my guards, subordinates, and Fa Xiao.
The flowers are broken!
"No, no, no, this won't work!"
Sweat beads had already formed on her forehead, "I used to call you Bao'er because I regarded you as a cute family pet. But, it's different now..."
Qi Ming: Same.
Hua Xian looked at the light brain, and the two words that flashed out again split apart again.
This... what kind of development is this?
Is it because her time-traveling posture is wrong?
Marshal, do you like to be a cute pet? Wouldn't he think it was an insult? Why do you still look like you are enjoying it and allow her to continue calling?
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Hua Xian was already a little incoherent, her feet seemed to be stepped on soft cotton, and she almost lost her footing when she took a step.
Qi Ming was a little frustrated.
Wasn't he being obvious enough? Why does she look like she can't avoid it?
Could it be that he felt that he was not fluffy, and mimicry was not the one she liked? The Marshal glanced at his damaged wing, it was not fluffy at all, it was broken, and it was even more unsightly.
Just at this time. There was a knock on the door outside.
"Master, I'm here to cook."
It was Jing Deng's little silver fox.
Hua Xian regained consciousness from the nearly suffocating death, as if grasping a life-saving straw, he hurried to open the door: "Here we come."
Jing Deng was a sunny boy, and smiled and glanced at Hua Xian: "Master, Your face is so red."
"Yes, it's a little hot."
Hua Xian backed away a little, looking a little uncomfortable.
Jing Deng was very filial, poured a glass of water for the master, and picked a calendula and put it in: "Master drinks scented tea to cool off the heat."
He was very grateful for Hua Xian.
The art of cooking!
From now on, in the Sulu Galaxy, apart from Master Xian, he will belong to Little Lantern! The second rise of the Silver Fox Clan depends on his cooking skills!
Hua Xian took the warm teacup, took a sip, moistened her throat, and felt that the sense of death just now had eased a bit, and finally breathed out.
But who knows—
Jing Deng, a tough fox, came back from picking a basket of carrots in the field, and saw that the Marshal was also in the room, so he couldn't help jokingly said: "Master Xian, just now, did you give your little one again?" Butterfly Baoer, secretly open a small stove and make delicious food."
Hua Xian: "Pfft—"
A sip of tea spewed out.
Isn't Jing Deng a federal sergeant? He is also Marshal Qi Ming's subordinate, so he must have recognized the marshal on the first day he came to the flower shop to apply for the job, and now he said something to her about "Little Butterfly Baoer", ahhh! This apprentice doesn't matter!
The Golden Winged Butterfly gave Silver Fox a look of approval.
Yes, if you can talk, talk more, and I will give you a promotion and a raise.
"It's nothing, don't bark." Hua Xian wiped the tea from the corner of his lips.
"Hahaha, Master Xian, don't deny it. On the first day you brothers came, you put this little butterfly on your shoulders, and you were intimate. You even said in front of us, Bao'er, show them Again." Jing Deng put on a small apron, and winked at Master, the fox's eyes were full of slyness, "Our foxes have a good memory." Hua Xian: "..."
This
interstellar world is no longer suitable for her to live in .
Or, use the Klein bottle to travel back to the earth and live for a while?
As if to respond to Jinghu's words, the Golden Winged Butterfly fluttered its wings and landed on Hua Xian's shoulder.
Jing Deng: "The fox's eyes are blind, and he's showing affection again."
Hua Xian felt that half of his shoulder was stiff.
Like a machine, she slowly turned her head and looked at a certain Marshal Butterfly: You, what do you want to do?
The butterfly flapped its wings lightly.
The butterfly wings seemed to have no ground, and brushed against her soft and powdery auricles.
Is it that unacceptable?
Obviously you took off Marshal Ben's vest first, Marshal Ben is not embarrassed, why are you embarrassed?
Hua Xian's head was covered in cold sweat, and he sat stiffly on the sofa, feeling like he was being tortured. Obviously, in the past, even if a butterfly landed on her temples and patted her cheek with its wings, she would smile happily.
There is an old saying in China that goes well - those who don't know are fearless!
The light brain turned on again.
Hua Xian looked over nervously.
Qi Ming: I destroyed the video recording of your training in the Dream Plane, so no one will discover your mimicry ability.
He is one of the founders of the Dream Plane.
Has the highest authority.
In the scene where Hua Xian squeezed her face into Bing Dundun and entered the trial, although Qi Ming was helping her guard her body in the real world at that time, she also released a ray of mental power to simultaneously observe the dream plane.
The first time she went in, she broke the record of killing Nick scorpions in the D-level training ground, which surprised him too.
She is like a treasure, always able to create some unexpected miracles.
Hua Xian was originally nervous and nervous, but when he saw this sentence, he didn't know why, and he relaxed a little bit for no reason: "Thank you Marshal, you really helped me a lot." Recall carefully
.
If it wasn't for the help of the Marshal, who gave her the rights pass again and again, she, a low-level citizen with no power, power and background, openly sold extinct spiritual plants in remote galaxies, and even set up a pharmaceutical factory related to spiritual plants. How many times have I been killed by the evil capital forces.
The same is true on the Dream Plane. She is not a student at the Federation Military Academy, nor is she an active member of the Federation Legion. She was originally not qualified to go in for training.
Hua Xian thought, the Marshal really regarded this flower shop as his responsibility.
Use the broken golden butterfly wings to protect this store and her.
"Dinner is ready!"
"Boss, it's time for cooking!"
"It smells so good, does it look like beef stew with carrots today?"
The Shura team, twelve federal non-commissioned officers who had returned from part-time work, all smiled and rushed to the entrance.
The two big bear brothers, Anuo Asen, walked in with their shoulders crossed and their backs smiling.
Seeing Hua Xian sitting on the sofa, and the Golden Winged Butterfly with its wings attached to Hua Xian's ear...
"Yo Yo Yo, is the boss playing the game of touching wings with your little Butterfly Baoer again?" ?" A team member said meanly.
Hua Xian: "..."
Come again!
She couldn't avoid the words "your little butterfly treasure" today, as if she had been cursed.
"Boss, your Bao'er is so kind to you. When I went to work in the morning, I heard a passerby speak ill of you on the road. Your Butterfly Bao'er flew over and slapped that person severely."
In the past, the employees would also make fun of it. Hua Lei just listened to the music and added another meal to Little Butterfly.
Now, when similar words are heard again, it seems to have changed. This cute pet butterfly can be understood as protecting the Lord, but what if it is a tall, handsome, wealthy, and heroic interstellar marshal? What is he doing all this for?
Repay your favor?
Hua Xian felt that the ear pinna touched by the Marshal Butterfly involuntarily became hotter: "Add...additional meal."