Chapter 429: A Little Tenderness
Boss Yang now knows what "fine grape wine in the moonlight cup, and the slender waist of the full moon makes people tired" means.
Mimily's secret base is located in a pirate's nest on an abandoned planet. The man and woman, who had not been separated for long, were releasing all the pressure they had been under since the arrival of the insect tide.
She fell into a deep sleep exhausted.
Yang Ming played with her soft long hair, and was slightly lost in thought at the star map hanging on the wall.
"I'll take a rest first, uncle."
"Yeah," Yang Ming covered them both with a thin quilt, hugged her smooth and tight belly, closed his eyes and wanted to sleep for a while.
Several pictures appeared in front of Yang Ming.
When the earth exploded, he was sitting on his sofa, and his parents’ shaking hands were seen when he was engulfed by the fire;
When I opened my eyes again, I suddenly saw Keegrove’s stinky face;
The buildings that collapsed when the New Federation bombed Elando;
And the increasingly weak voice of Adwant as he was dying...
Boss Yang was not suddenly confused, but after coming into contact with Pioneer No. 5, he unconsciously began to think about some philosophical questions.
Where is he from.
Where to go.
The Faya Civilization, the Milky Way, the Sherman Empire, the Four Rogues of the Milky Way, the Dark Star, and Luo Feng...
This series of information flowed slowly in his heart, making Yang Ming unable to fall asleep for a long time.
"What's wrong, uncle?" Mimi Li turned over in his arms, put her arms and legs on Yang Ming, and asked vaguely, "You seem to be worried. Are you in trouble?"
"It's no trouble, I'm just thinking about something," Yang Ming responded with a smile.
Mimili opened her eyes a little, smiled happily, and took the initiative to kiss Yang Ming's cheek. "I can help you share a lot of things, if you are willing to tell me."
Yang Ming sighed: "I'm actually a little confused."
"Confused? Are you confused too?"
Mimili suddenly became interested and forced herself to look at Yang Ming.
"Of course I will. I am just an ordinary person at heart," Yang Ming said with a smile. "My personal feelings make saving my family my top priority. My family is what I care about the most, my parents, and of course you."
"I am a lover," Mimi Li corrected seriously, "Family often represents the cooling of passion. I dare not imagine what our life will be like after our passion cools down."
Yang Ming sighed: "Don't change the subject. Don't you want to listen to me talk? I'm an old man, but I have a lot of complaints accumulated."
Mimili burst into laughter.
Yang Ming smiled and said, "But as I continue to run on the road of saving my family, I have new pressure."
"for example?"
"Responsibility for my native civilization," Yang Ming put his right arm behind his head. "I actually don't like discussing the topic of responsibility because it makes me feel pressured. But deep down, I keep hypnotizing myself, telling myself that I should find a way to do something for my hometown, something within my ability."
Mimili blinked slightly: "Everyone has his or her own spiritual home and sustenance. Uncle, your sustenance is on your mother planet."
"Well," Yang Ming smiled bitterly, "I don't know why it's like this. I always feel that I'm a man with low moral standards. But sometimes I think that my home planet and my family are actually tied together. I can't tell whether I want to save my home planet, or save my family, or both."
"Human emotions are unquantifiable," Mimily smiled, "That's what Lu told me."
Yang Ming pinched her cheek and said gently, "And now I feel pressure from other aspects."
"Is it the Empire?"
"No, it's Dark Star and Falling Wind."
Yang Ming whispered:
"Are the Dark Star's mechanical minds really not considered life? I think they are. They still unconditionally dedicate everything to my mechanical minds.
"The Falling Wind Alliance... the Falling Wind Empire, right? That's where I made my fortune, and it's also a responsibility that Adewang entrusted to me. I now have the ability to shelter and protect it, and I'm doing so."
"You've done a great job, Uncle," Mimilli encouraged gently.
“But the two are starting to conflict.”
Yang Ming sighed softly:
"I want to save my home planet, and I may have to go against the will of the Fayya people. Even if it's not a fierce, direct confrontation, it will still easily make the Fayya people dissatisfied with me.
"The attitude of the Faya people is related to whether the Luofeng-Dark Star system can truly gain a foothold in the Milky Way.
"If I just keep trying to please the French, I will inevitably be restricted in saving my hometown and won't be able to give it my all.
“It makes me feel a little… a little restrained.
"I am the leader of Luofeng and Dark Star. I am responsible for the people of Luofeng and the minds of Dark Star. I am also a pioneer who carries the fate of my tiny home planet. I also have to fight for the future of my home planet.
"Can these two really be integrated? I've been feeling a tear lately."
Mimili thought for a while, then looked up and stared at Yang Ming with her jewel-like eyes.
Boss Yang looked a little helpless: "I'm sorry to let you know about these troubles."
"Is this what it means? The more you have, the more you worry about losing it."
She asked softly, caressing Yang Ming's cheek with her hand, her voice becoming gentle and intellectual.
"I don't really know what this kind of pressure feels like, but I can analyze it from your employee's perspective. How are you doing as a boss?"
"How about it?"
"Not bad," Mimili said with a smile, "You can give your employees a sense of security, and you are also very generous and don't stingy, which makes people feel that they have no motivation to move forward. Your followers, including me, understand the other pressure on you."
"Thanks."
A warm feeling surged in Yang Ming's heart. The two looked into each other's eyes and slowly kissed each other.
"Hanton..."
"Um?"
"There is a saying in our industry that the more you carry, the slower you walk. Why bother thinking about things that haven't happened yet? Even if this is a problem that will inevitably arise in the future, it's in the future, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Yang Ming smiled, holding her soft body in his arms, rubbing his chin gently in her hair, his eyes becoming more and more distant.
That’s right, these are things we only need to worry about in the future.
The powerful empire is still an obstacle for Luofeng-Dark Star. In case his home planet passes the assessment, handing it over to the empire is not the best option.
So what we must do now is to bring down the Sherman Empire.
Even if it cannot be disintegrated in a short period of time, it must be prevented from posing a direct threat to the Falling Wind Alliance and the military strength of the Sherman Empire must be greatly weakened.
Then there is reason, Emperor Guard 2.0, Levi Sherman's will, the Sherman family, the contemporary emperor, the huge mecha of Emperor Star...
There were several black lines on Yang Ming's forehead.
How can he sleep?
Yang Ming pulled aside the thin blanket covering the two of them.
…
Thinking space.
Lu held his chin, staring at the projection screen in front of him in a daze.
There was a pile of mosaics on the projection screen in the center, and the sound was cut off, fully protecting the personal privacy of her boss.
The thinking space was designed to look like a spacious flat office. A door in the corner was pushed open, and Molly, wearing overalls and looking like she had just finished playing Super Mario VR, came skipping over.
"Ah! Still shielding! It's already two galactic hours! Isn't it normal for human reproduction to take a few minutes to ten minutes?"
Lu glared at the guy and scolded him with a smile: "Don't look at the ancient god life form with the eyes of an ordinary human. Also, you are still an underage thinking body, don't keep studying this information."
“Can I interview you?”
Molly asked innocently:
"What gives you this false sense of shame as a human being?"
"Tsk," Lu curled his lips slightly, "You can only understand yourself if you understand and learn from humans, because our thinking circuits are all iterative extensions of human logical thinking ability as a model."
"Okay, okay," Molly pulled the chair over, turned it over, and lay down next to Lu.
Molly asked, "Lew, how long do you think the boss and my little master will be together?"
"If nothing unexpected happens, there shouldn't be any possibility of them breaking up," Lu smiled. "One reason is that Mimili is the boss's subordinate, and the two of them are heading in the same direction, and the boss doesn't have much time left."
"Time is running out? What do you mean?"
"Upgrading to a higher dimension," Lu stared at the screen above, "During this insect tide, the strength displayed by the boss and Posha together has already touched the threshold of upgrading to a higher dimension."
Molly asked back, "Then why hasn't the mind hidden in the huge mecha of the empire been upgraded yet? Although the mecha is not made of permanent materials, it has a very long lifespan. Moreover, as long as the empire exists and the mecha is maintained, it can be considered to exist for a certain degree of time, providing energy support for the mind in the higher-dimensional world."
"There is a difference," Lu said with a smile, "When the boss upgrades his dimension, he goes to work for the Fayya people. This is allowed and encouraged by the Fayya people. When the mecha upgrades its dimension, it challenges the Fayya people's order. This is what the Fayya people fear and hate."
Molly suddenly realized: "The Faya people control the ascent path."
"The first to go is the evil dragon."
Lu breathed a sigh of relief:
“When an order is established, it will usher in challengers. From the perspective of challengers and challenged, there is no justice or evil.
"But often, order will form a tyranny of the majority over the minority, or the minority over the majority. The challenger is often the oppressed one, so he will automatically be brought into the role of justice."
Molly asked: "Then, how do we distinguish between justice and evil among human beings? I mean, how does a country judge whether it is just or evil?"
“Good and evil are essentially descriptions of individual human beings.”
Lu patiently explained:
“To evaluate whether a political system or group is evil, we mainly look at three elements: how it obtains benefits, the impact on its own survival, and whether it protects its own individuals.
“If a political system does not even protect the citizens who make up its people, then you can say that this political system has been hijacked by a minority of interest groups.
"If they not only refuse to protect their own citizens, but also continue to expand abroad and oppress the weak for the benefit of a few interest groups, then this political system can be called evil.
“Both the Empire and the New Federation are evil. The Empire is completely evil, and the New Federation is only half evil.
“An excellent political system should put the interests of its citizens first, fully protect and respect the basic rights and personal property of every citizen, and will not oppress the weak political systems around it in order to plunder resources.”
Molly nodded slowly, "So, Ritsu, what about us? Are we evil?"
"Of course not," Ritsu turned to look at Molly.
Molly smiled and said, "We have replaced many politicians from small countries. How do we calculate this?"
"Well, this might be a little bit unethical."
Lu murmured a few times:
“I am not going to defend this behavior, but you see, we did not launch a war of annexation, but brought together tens of billions of people in a free political system, and substantially improved their living standards, labor income, technological level, and international status.
“We didn’t oppress any people, we just messed with a few politicians… well, politicians are also individuals.
"But there is only a tiny bit of evil in us."
Molly muttered quietly, "We also train pirates."
"Are you done yet? Are you getting bolder?"
Lu grabbed Molly's ears, and Molly rushed over with a roar, and the two thinking bodies became a mess in the thinking space.
"Wait! Stop pulling my hair! There's news! Oops! I wouldn't have upgraded you if I had known!"
Lu kicked Molly away fiercely and looked down at the information flow on the side.
Uh, a military transfer order?
There are so many capable and battle-hardened generals in the military, why only mobilize the boss, a lieutenant general?
Lu glanced at the projection screen full of mosaics, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
If she disturbed her boss at this time, he would insist on removing all the screws from her mainframe.
Forget it, let's do some investigation first to see who is causing trouble again.
…
Half the galaxy later.
"Transfer order? Formal?"
Yang Ming sat at the bar in his pajamas. He glanced at Mimili who had fallen into a deep sleep on the bed again, and brought himself a glass of warm water.
Lu's voice came out from the hidden headset: "Yes, boss, this is an official document from the Imperial Military Department. It has a very high confidentiality level and has been sent to your Lord's Mansion. I have also signed for it."
"What do you want to do?"
"According to preliminary investigations, the transfer order was issued by the Supreme Commander of the Empire and was not approved by any combat meeting."
"The Emperor's order?"
"It's most likely," Lu hummed a few times, "but the strange thing is that the backdoor I installed on the Tentacle Organization's server was not triggered... The Tentacle Organization did not make a record of this matter. It may also be an order issued by the three supreme commanders or the collective interests of the military."
"I just went on a date with Mimili."
Yang Ming complained, frowning as he looked at the file open in front of him.
"Boss, should we delay them for a while? Or should we use illness as an excuse?"
"It's not easy to delay an order directly given by the military," Yang Ming said, "We must build good relations with the generals of the military. These people are the third largest force in the empire... Let the Dongfeng come to pick me up and rush to the Deep Air Force Base designated by the military as quickly as possible."
"yes!"
Boss Yang took out the hidden headphones and looked at the beautiful woman on the bed, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.
He went to the closet and busy himself for a few minutes, changing into an imperial military uniform. Then he picked up his military boots, walked lightly to the bedside, and leaned over to kiss Mimili on the forehead.
"Mimilee?"
"Um?"
"I suddenly have something to do."
"Yeah... hug."
"Why are you like a kitten?"
Yang Ming smiled and hugged her, patting her back gently. Mimili obediently let go of Yang Ming, turned over, hugged the quilt, and continued to sleep soundly.
Somehow, most of the pressure in Yang Ming's heart suddenly dissipated.
"The Pirate Queen is my mistress, why should I be afraid of her?"
Boss Yang's back suddenly straightened a lot.
