Intergalactic Era of Gossip

Naryn was puzzled: "Hidden? Is he hiding from you?"

Sells: "He will always disappear suddenly and lose track. Next time, he will appear from an unknown corner."

"Oh, he is hiding from you."

Sells leaned back in his chair and fell into a long silence.

Naren calmly said: "Why do you have to find him? Thousands of years have passed since you were responsible for having sex. Sells, your attitude...very strange."

Sells moved his lips.

Naren had no room to speak to him, and continued: "I don't believe the rhetoric in the report. Don't fool me with reasons such as being in love."

Sayles said: "The least marginal is often the closest to the truth."

Naryn rolled his eyes secretly, marveling at someone's ability to open his eyes and tell lies.

Sells: "What?"

"It feels like what you said is like that." Narren opened his mouth and came. "Do you know the most marginal version I've heard?"

Sells looked curiously in cooperation.

Naren grinned, "What happened that night is actually just one of your...dreams."

illusion.

Sells: "..."

Narren: "After all, you were drunk and unconscious, and you didn't see anyone when you woke up the next day. To be honest, as an outsider, I think this speculation is very reasonable... Are you really sure there is someone with you that night?"

Sells looked at those gray-green eyes that seemed to be glowing silently, not knowing what to say for a while.

Narendra nodded with an eventful surprise: "The taste of wine can confuse reality and dreams."

Sells: "I can't scratch my finger marks on my back."

Naryn blinked, but didn't understand for a moment: "What?"

After knowingly reacting, Naren suddenly stopped. He rolled his eyes and looked down, and secretly glanced at his hands.

The trimmed nails are round and clean, and there is no trace of dirt in the seams.

He looked at the man sitting in front of him again—Sales' expression was extremely plain, as if it was not him who suddenly revealed the private details.

Naryn's tone became extremely serious.

"Don't talk about... private topics all of a sudden."

Sells disagrees: "I just want to tell you that this is not a dream, it is reality."

Narren: "Then tell me directly."

Don't mention such details suddenly!

"I thought you would be interested." The temperature in the box was not too hot, and Sells suddenly unbuttoned his suit and said: "Every time you mention this, you get very excited."

Naren casually said: "This year's hottest topic, curiosity is also human nature."

Sells smiled, not refuting this sentence.

"It's not good for us."

In the hall, the two faithful subordinates of Sells were holding up the drink menu and getting together for a cautious exchange.

"I can't see it at all, I must get closer!" Dia waved his hand and motioned to his companion.

Andre is not moving like a mountain.

After seeing Prince Charles stepping into the cafe, they also got out of the car one after another. They happened to see Naryn entering a box, and he stopped for a while while standing at the door, seeming to be communicating with the people inside.

There are people inside.

As for who? The two looked at each other, and both saw the horror in each other's eyes.

After finally finishing things and rushing back to the imperial capital, their boss Marshal Selce hurriedly left everyone alone and left. The next day, they came to the door because of the nature of their work, but they were told—

Sells is going out on a date.

"If Sells is inside, what shall we do?"

Dia looked very worried and worried.

Andre glanced at him: "Maybe it's just a coincidence."

Dia looked at the box where Naron entered: "He has been in for more than ten minutes."

Andre thought for a while and whispered in his ear.

Dia's eyes lit up: "Okay, I'm going now!"

Andre nodded solemnly, and watched the little friend go away. Then take out the terminal around him and implement his plan together.

A few minutes later, he saw his always bohemian colleague floating back to his seat in despair.

"I heard." Dia said painfully: "The voice from the partition is very familiar! They are indeed together."

Andre was also silent: "..."

Let Dia approach the partition of the box first, and then he will send a communication application to it. Under normal circumstances, Sells will not be turned into silent mode for no reason, and this noise is enough to prove whether he was Narren to meet at the appointment. people.

The result is in sight.

Their boss suspected and showed an unknown affair to his hair. At this moment, carrying all of them, secretly meeting with them in a cafe on an unknown street.

Andre’s reason is still online: "The Marshal did not deliberately cover up his whereabouts, otherwise we will not easily follow. As for Prince Charles...It does not rule out the possibility that he is just like us, but just chance encounters."

Dia faintly said: "Then you go in and'encounter' with Sells, and see if he can communicate with you for more than ten minutes in a friendly manner."

Andre succumbed immediately.

"It's really tricky."

"What tricks?"

A strong voice penetrated into the conversation between the two strongly.

Dia raised his head and found that the top of his head was covered with a shadow.

The tall strange man was standing behind them, staring at them with his eyes.