"...Are you sure you want to hand over the power to me? An Emma? The former emperor of the Emma Empire?" The queen finally became a little uneasy, and her consciousness was turbulent, not worse than when it was fusion. It seems that power and desire basically belong to the same level of enjoyment in her brain, and the importance is about the same.

Hong Tao has indeed mentioned this matter more than once before, but it seems that no one except Princess Flower Poison really takes it seriously. He worked hard and sacrificed himself to establish the organization. Not to mention how much he suffered or how much tired he suffered, the investment in resources alone is huge. Once he has handed it over to others, what is the purpose of?

Even if there are such idle people, there is not only one in the organization. The reason why everyone is willing to follow you is that they always want to get something. If you send the rights out, how should you distribute your future interests?

"Look, you have no essential difference between you and them. The only reason they want to kill you is your race, which has nothing to do with you. What you are considering is race, and your ideas are very consistent." Hong Tao curled his lips. He was really stubborn when used to this thing. Such a smart woman still couldn't escape this vicious circle at a critical moment.

"There are so many people in the world, why do you have to choose exiles?" This question is very sharp and the Queen can't deny it, but she has a way to fight back, and she doesn't have to change the argument, it's ready-made.

"Because their starting point is low, it is easier to make up their minds to take risks with me." Hong Tao, who should have been speechless, spread his hands and gave the answer without thinking.

"It's not because of the identity of the exile?" The queen was disbelief and stared at Hong Tao's eyes widened, trying to find signs of lying from it.

"Ha...hahaha...thermal method, you have checked my consciousness more than once when we were merging our consciousness, have you found information about exiles?"

With a proud smile, Hong Tao was too satisfied with his talent for lying and his acquired cultivation, and actually deceived an imperial emperor to death. If he had a little more diligent talent, he would definitely become a great emperor.

"...You are not an exile!" The queen was caught and ridiculed by the weakness so much. She bit her lips and looked straight, but she still didn't throw away all her reason before she got angry.

"How could I be an exile? Look at what kind of thing is like an exile?" In order to make the answer clearer, Hong Tao turned out the surveillance screen of the exile in the space platform and enlarged it to each face to contrast with his own face. It was too obvious. Although the expressions of each face are different, they all have a feeling, and they can't see it at all on Hong Tao's face.

"...Scamless!" The queen should have felt the difference in her bones, and then suddenly became angry, or became angry. If it weren't for the derivative solution blocking her, she would probably slap the stinky face in front of her first. She really knows how to spy on people's hearts, but suddenly she found that what she had seen before was all illusions, and she was so complacent and wanted to die.

"Is it really important that I am an exiled person? Why do you pay so much attention to my past instead of looking at my present? We have a common situation and common needs, and maybe we have similar ideals and pursuits. Will all this change fundamentally if I am an exiled person?"

Although there were many issues about cooperation before, they were all superficial and large-scale structures. They sounded quite lively, but they were actually very empty. Now they are pragmatic, or unified thinking, or heart-to-heart talk. They say the most core demands between each other and see if they can get together.

Fierce ideological struggle is necessary. If you are better than me, everyone will be better. If you can tolerate it, you will be more worried and will not be able to reach the core, and you will not be able to understand each other.

"...Then are you really a hibernator?" Unfortunately, the Queen did not plan to follow Hong Tao's rhythm, and she was a little bit of a sense of not giving up until she figured out the origin.

"You don't know much about hibernators. They are not monsters or unknown intelligent creatures. In fact, many New Edens and hibernators are related to blood, which is part of the ancient civilization you mentioned and part of your ancestors."

This topic is a bit more and more. In order to allow the queen to better understand her own point of view, Hong Tao had to spread the history of human development to her slightly. Of course, it was just a matter of pointing to it and could not be explained in depth.

"They...you...what are you? Are you part of the ancient civilization?" But these popular science knowledge tasted differently in the Queen's ears. She was not concerned about the knowledge points or Hong Tao's identity.

"...Do you know why you were assassinated by your fellow tribe? Because you are so mean, you will not say anything if you bite something! Can you put aside this question first and think about what will happen in the future?"

Hong Tao was really convinced. Sometimes he hated politicians because they were too smooth and could not find the bottom line and could not judge the trend. But they also had advantages, they could judge the situation and care more about the distribution of interests. They were not easy to get entangled at a certain point, and it was easier to communicate.

"Then you promise me that you must tell me your origin when the right time in the future!" Seeing that Hong Tao was beaten to death, the queen decided to give in first.

"...I agree, you can make them no longer hostile to you?" At this time, Hong Tao suddenly felt fooled. Could it be that this woman had been digging a hole for him just now?

"I promise!" The Queen answered very simply and confidently.

"...I promise too..." Hong Tao replied very unrestrainedly and lacked confidence.

"The solution is very simple. Come and ask Miss Claire to chat with her alone." After talking for a long time, the queen showed a smug smile for the first time.

"...She is not a member of the organization and cannot replace you." What a broken idea? If Claire can sit in this position, will she still need someone else to play the keyboard at the front desk? Moreover, her temper is similar to that of herself, and she is not suitable for working all day and muddy and playing a balanced power job.

"You can tell if you try it or not. If you don't agree, I can't do it. That's it. I'm going to send goods to the planet. Don't you want to try it? Seeing useful resources collected from under the surface, it's really a sense of accomplishment!" It was the Queen's turn to take the initiative in the conversation, and she didn't waste it at all. She threw a sentence like an invitation and crawled out of the escape pole.

"Hiss...hey, I'm so angry... I'll get candy with me!" Even if I invite you, Hong Tao has no time to play with her now and can't think of any way Claire can solve the deep-rooted hatred among the nation, and he can't force her to say with a choke.

"In April, you take them to the satellite to settle down first, save some food and eat, and there will be new supplements in a few days. Anjaka, you also go to the satellite to stare, pick some people who have been modified into the container compartment to come up and follow me to modify the spacecraft. Sandra, how many cloned pilots are there?"

Claire won't come over soon, so this mystery has to be put aside first. Fortunately, Hong Tao has some work to do, but when he gets busy, he doesn't have time to think too much.

"In addition, there are three in July..." Sandra's answer was a little low. Eight of the ten places allowed by the teacher were killed. This success rate made her have nothing to be proud of.

"So high! Let's try to choose ten more!" But Hong Tao didn't think so. If the ratio of 10 to 1, the number of new Eden cloned pilots would not be tens of thousands.

"Dear uncle, have you changed the consciousness transmission system?" The facts proved that this ratio was really not confusing. Two more cases were successful among the ten newly selected young exiles, which forced Hong Tao to suspect that it was the dear uncle who had tampered with it.

"No, I haven't moved the consciousness transmission system, but I just replaced the main brains of the two cloning cabins as you told me when building the Weasel."

"Oh... Natalia's method should help the success rate of consciousness reception... So, you can upgrade the main brain of a consciousness transmission system first, right away!"
Chapter completed!