My Inseparable House Guests

"I also know that you will eventually kill Emon, become the new Naganaga, save the entire universe, and change from a queen to a god." Fang Ze said, shaking the water in the glass.

"I will kill Amon, but forget about becoming a god." The Queen of Blades shook her head, expressing her disbelief in what Fang Ze said.

After all, even a queen with power over the universe would not believe it if she was suddenly told that she would become the creator in the future.

"Then let's make a bet." Fang Ze said, "You don't have to rush to choose the gift you want to give me when you go back. You can wait until you really become a god in the future. Then give me what I want according to my requirements. s things."

"What do you want?" The Queen of Blades didn't worry about whether what Fang Ze said was true. Instead, he wanted to know what Fang Ze wanted.

In this bet, she had to pay the price if she lost the bet, but Fang Ze didn't have to pay anything. After all, the Queen of Blades can't run back to find Fang Ze to stop her.

"I want to ask a question first." Fang Ze didn't say his request immediately, but asked the Queen of Blades, "Does your human race have mature civilian and military nuclear fusion reactor technology?"

"Indeed." Before becoming the Zerg Queen, the Queen of Blades was an agent of the Terran, and she knew very well the technology of the Terran. "However, as a dying technology, nuclear fusion is basically only used in weapons now. If you want a reactor and related technology, I have to search hard to find it."

"Eliminated! Why?"

"Every scientific and technological development of civilization has extremely high requirements for energy. Nuclear fusion reactions are still very useful in civilizations that have just been able to travel between stars. But for civilizations that have mastered the technology of interstellar travel across galaxies, The energy produced by this technology is simply not enough."

Sure enough, the development of civilization is extremely cruel.

The ultimate energy dreamed by people on earth is already a rather backward technology in the face of higher civilizations.

Just as humans in the age of steam were pursuing how to use coal to burn the most energy, humans in the age of electricity have begun to gradually prepare to eliminate this inefficient and polluting way of obtaining energy.

"My bet is very simple. If you really become a new god in the end, then I hope that the gift you give me will be this kind of technology and objects that are about to be eliminated by the humans on your side."

"This bet sounds really simple. I can complete it even if I don't become a god." After hearing Fang Ze's bet, the Queen of Blades said,

Suddenly, I believed Fang Ze's statement a little bit.

Because Fang Ze made this request without any gambler mentality at all, and was completely prepared to get the most useful things for him with every chance.

"Then let this unfair bet be established." The Queen of Blades did not refuse Fang Ze's request, and her mentality was no different from that of a rich woman who casually gave tens of thousands of rewards to a handsome guy who was watching the live broadcast. , purely to buy a mood.

At this time, the dishes of the Chinese restaurant were also served one after another.

Compared with Fang Ze's rough eating posture, the Queen of Blades' eating posture is very elegant, although she is basically five or six times faster than Fang Ze's eating speed, which makes others really shocked.

At this time, two people came to the table next to them, a white male and an Asian female.

The foreign student surnamed Qiao who served Fang Ze before ran over enthusiastically and asked the white man what he wanted to eat in English.

"I want to eat this and this." The white male is obviously a native of New York, but he answered the foreign student surnamed Qiao in Chinese, making the foreign student surnamed Qiao almost think that he was serving Fang Ze.

The white man was obviously used to the trouble his proficient Chinese caused to others. He flipped through the menu and asked the waiter if a dish was spicy or not.

"It's not very spicy, it's very suitable for the taste of Westerners." Although the foreign student didn't know why this white man spoke fluent Chinese, but in order to avoid following the footsteps of the last time he faced Fang Ze, he also answered in Chinese .

"This is not spicy, I don't want to eat it." After hearing that this dish is not spicy, the white man immediately waved his hand and said, "I don't eat anything that is not spicy."

"It seems that people of your own ethnicity are not the only ones who speak Chinese now." The Queen of Blades used an elegant posture to solve the food that most people can't eat so fast, but she didn't do anything to these delicious foods. make any comments.

"Everything has a process of development, as long as he is making progress all the time, you can judge whether he will succeed in the end." Fang Ze called the waiter to pay the bill, but he was embarrassed to find that he was looking for The little cash that Wang Cheng asked for seemed unable to pay the expensive bill of the Chinese restaurant.

As for the credit card, although he has a credit card that can be used overseas, before he came to New York, he really didn't think that he would need to eat a Chinese meal in New York, so he didn't bring a credit card.

"I forgot to bring the money or the wallet was stolen." The migrant worker surnamed Qiao who had just finished serving the table next to him looked back after he was busy, and found Fang Ze's hand that only grabbed a few scattered dollar bills, and guessed maliciously. .

"Joe." The overseas Chinese colleague surnamed Qiao glared at Qiao, and then continued to stand there waiting for Fang Ze to pay, not in a hurry.

"Wait a minute, can I make a call?" Fang Ze was really not afraid of having no money to pay the bill in New York, so he took out his mobile phone and said to the waiter.

"Yes sir, when you are ready to pay, just ask us to come over." The Chinese waiter left after finishing speaking, but the migrant worker surnamed Qiao stayed where he was and looked at Fang Ze and said, "I guess you are also a People who don't know how to smuggle into the United States to live in the United States, they don't even have to pay for a meal, and they pretend to be aggressive in front of me.

Let me tell you, people like you will be deported by immigration sooner or later, and I will stay here for the rest of my life. "

"Although your wishes are bad, everyone has their own ambitions. I'm too lazy to scold you." Fang Ze leisurely replied to the overseas student surnamed Qiao, and then took out his phone to call an American who was in charge of their trip in New York. officer.

Twenty minutes later, when the Chinese waiter came again to ask Fang Ze if he was ready to pay the bill, and the overseas student surnamed Qiao was about to call the police, the door of the Chinese restaurant was pushed open.

Several heavily armed American soldiers walked in accompanied by an officer, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.