"I heard you introduced all the Plu and the Princess Minerva?"

Haman was half-yi on the single sofa, squinted his eyes and asked inexplicably.

"Yes." He nodded inexplicably and said frankly: "Clones are not mechanical. They also need to have their own and human emotions."

Haman was slightly stunned, but he concealed it very well. At least he did not see through it inexplicably on the surface.

"Isn't it mechanical? Shaya, come with me!"

After Haman said that, he stood up, raised his hand and stepped back the guards who were about to follow him, and walked in front of him alone, leading He Wuming, who was following behind, to the empty lookout table.

At this moment, Haman, who was standing in the observation deck and staring at the starry sky, seemed to be shrouded in He Wuming's eyes, as if he was surrounded by a boundless and almost suffocating loneliness.

No!

He had inexplicably moved his eyes and denied this statement.

Harman is not only shrouded by loneliness, but also sealed his heart.

According to He Moming's memory of related works, the various things that Harman encountered when he was young and a series of blows, Harman, who was born with keen intuition, entered the abyss.

At least, in He Wuming's opinion, that's the case.

"Chaya, are you pitying me?"

At this time, Haman turned around and looked at He inexplicably and said coldly.

"No."

He shook his head inexplicably and fought back against tit:

"Harman. I remember I said before that you can't use NT to peek at other people's thinking! Right?"

Haman was slightly stunned. She had no idea that He Wuming would tell the conversation that happened when he was alone with Xia Ya at SIDE-3 at this time.

"Is that true?" Haman's eyes were sharp, and he could almost make several holes in He Wuming's body.

"Yes. Haman.NT is not used in this place." He was inexplicably open-minded, without fear of Haman's gaze.

"So, Chara Aznapur. Do you think NT should be used in that place?" Haman's counterattack came.

"I don't know! But I know that Admiral Maharazhe's last wish is to seek the complete independence of the inhabitants of the universe through political means, rather than to seek independence by fierce force."

He Fortune did not say what he said.

Because he knew that his answer was different from Chara and Harman.

This is the reason for the differences forged by life experiences.

After all, He is inexplicably not Shaya Aznapur. Even now, he is Shaya Aznapur.

"Maharazhe, father."

Sure enough, after He inexplicably mentioned Maharazhe Kahn, Haman gave up his aggressive appearance and became a little sentimental.

However,

This is just a moment.

If He Wuming's intuition was not as sharp as he was, he would probably not have noticed Harman's changes at this moment.

Haman stepped forward, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass, staring at He Wuming through the reflection on the glass, no, it should be watching Shaya Aznapur in the reflection.

"Chaya. Do you still remember Axis from several years ago?"

He Wu's eyes changed slightly and he said in a deep voice:

"Know."

Haman chuckled, closed his eyes, was silent for a while, suddenly turned around, and looked at He inexplicably and asked:

"Will you stand on my side no matter what happens? Colonel."

In this moment,

A roar suddenly exploded in He Wuming's mind.

He remembers,

Remember very clearly.

This problem was the eve of the 16-year-old girl being pushed to the Regent after the end of the Axis rebellion and after Maharazhe's death, she helped to ask for help from Shaya Aznapur.

result,

Shaya finally said just as much as she can.

"Is that so? Has the wheel of fate come to Shaya Aznapur's hands again?"

He was laughing in his heart for no reason.

If it weren't for the person standing in front of him now, Harman Kahn might have laughed wildly without any grace.

Answer?

think?

No, no need.

He Moming, who is familiar with the plot, naturally knows what choice should be made at this moment!

I also know what I want now, what I think and what I want?

In Haman's gradually sharp eyes,

Why raise your hand inexplicably,

Remove the sunglasses that covered part of the face and eyes.

Looking straight into Harman Kahn's eyes without any obstacles.

"Harman Kahn. I missed an opportunity many years ago. Now, fate has come to my hands again."

"So, my answer is that I will guard Haman Kahn!!!"

He Wuming's sonorous and powerful voice suddenly hit Haman's body like thunder, making her involuntarily take a few steps back and lean against the glass.

but,

This is still a matter of moment.

Now, after going through many things and transforming into a strong queen, Haman Kahn will not be so easily in others, nor should he show his fragile side in front of Chara Aznapur.

I saw the expression on Haman's face return to coldness, and his eyes looked at He inexplicably and said:

"I understand! Colonel Charia, Titans is coming soon. I hope you can spend more time on the MS troops. In addition, Pulu, do as you think!"

"Now, it's not the time for Pulu to board the battlefield."

After saying that, Haman turned around and left the observation deck without any nostalgia, and even felt moved by He's inexplicable words.

Looking at Haman's back as he was leaving, He shrugged inexplicably and sighed: "After all, it's not Shaya Aznapur. Perhaps only he can handle Haman Kahn."

But then again, this conversation concluded that He Wuming controlled the MS troops as Shaya Aznapur. This would be of great help to He Wuming's next actions.

But for now, He Wuming still needs to prepare for the upcoming Titans fleet first.

"TR-1. What new body will appear this time? Titans is so rich!"

The next day.

He Wuming, who had just woken up from his sleep, had not had time to change his clothes before he could open the door.

"Kicelia? What are you doing?"

If this old witch hadn't appeared on the initiative, He Wuming would have almost forgotten her.

After losing his identity as a royal teacher, Kicelia, who rarely appears in the palace of the princes, does not have enough presence for He Wuming.

"What? Colonel, don't you welcome me to visit you?"

Kissilla's eyes froze, and after quickly looking at He's inexplicable room for a few rounds, he looked at the disc placed on the desktop and said:

"Chaya. Haven't you watched it yet?"

He glanced at the disc for no reason and couldn't help but remember that he had been in battle or class recently, and he almost forgot about the existence of the disc.

"No. Not."

"Why don't you watch it? Shaya. Do you know? Haman's conspiracy will succeed!! At that time, the glory of our Zabi family will disappear!!"

Kissilla suddenly seemed a little excited and almost unreasonable.

He frowned for no reason, reached out to grab Kicelia's right hand, and asked in a cold voice:

"Kiselia. Don't mention the glory of the Zabi family to me! You should know my identity! If I exist like this, will I work hard for your Zabi family? A joke!"

After saying that, He inexplicably swung hard and Kissilla flew to the bed. At the same time, the dark V purple lace dress she was wearing showed a large area of ​​scenery.

"I, I was wrong!"

Kissilla was stunned for a moment, quickly climbed to the edge of the bed, looked up at He inexplicably and said:

"I'm wrong. Casbar. I shouldn't mention the Zabi family! But, now Haman's conspiracy is to seize the throne of Minerva! Then, she ascends to the throne herself and commands Zeon!!"
To be continued...