Intergalactic Era of Gossip

The audience in front of the screen held their breath, and surging unknown emotions filled their hearts. Just as they were waiting for their backs to turn around and face the camera—

Only one hand is left in the picture.

White and slender, with distinct joints.

It's like an exquisite work of art, with a sense of pampering and dignity. Just staying quietly in the picture makes people feel pleasing to the eye.

The hands are really beautiful...

But because Mao suddenly gave a close-up?

The people watching the live broadcast behind the terminal couldn't help but want to pick their nostrils, and then hit the photographer's forehead-why suddenly cut the picture while they admired the beauty of the back!

The next second, the camera zoomed out, Marshal Sells's profile face appeared on the screen, and the hand was staying in front of the Marshal.

Everyone: "..."

This angle... Taking the Marshal-sama as the reference object, the previous figure and the current hand must belong to the same person.

Immediately afterwards, everyone was shocked to see: Their idols very naturally held the hand that the other party had handed over.

The high-definition camera faithfully recorded the whole process. The owner of the hand pulled the marshal from the seat, and their marshal seemed not to resist, and took it to the other side of the seat.

"..."

"???"

"!!!"

The hearts of everyone fluctuated.

What did they see?

This hand easily took their marshal away?

Not only that, after the two were seated in their new seats, Marshal Sells also graciously peeled grapes to the owner! Apart from Dia and Andre, the Marshal also hides an unknown but intimate mysterious friend behind him?

…

No, they don't really understand the way of getting along in the imperial capital circle.

—What is the operation of peeling grapes?

Seeing his idol talking and laughing tenderly with the people around him, countless people have the same idea: to face up and close up! Brother photography, please!

However, the photography buddies cannot satisfy their wishes.

Looking at a bunch of real-time comments, the live broadcast team of the opening ceremony of the Hunting Festival felt extremely wronged.

They had already taken the risk of violating the orders of their superiors, released their backs with trepidation, and gave close-ups of their hands. If it reveals something more... I'm afraid it's not because of collective unemployment.

The close-up of the hands is of far-reaching significance-this is the first time that Prince Naryn and the Marshal have joined hands in public.

The two systems have not been in harmony for many years, and this hand-in-hand is very likely to become a signal of reconciliation. It has extremely high news value and has a serious and serious representative significance.

As for the frivolous remarks of "licking, licking, licking," it's just nonsense! It's too unstable!

The whole screen was swiped, "Facial face, face face, face face..."

So the photographer compromised.

He let out a face.

"..."

angry! No one wants to see Princess Sasha's face at all!

With a calm face, a group of live-watchers bent their fingers and rubbed their wrists, preparing for an overwhelming online condemnation of the photography team.

At this time, Princess Sasha was rushing toward their Marshal...'s side aggressively. No one cared what she said, only to see her pause for a moment, seeming to be listening to the person on the other side.

Before long, she shivered and ran away angrily.

Looking at the expression, it seems that there is still a little bit of grief and anger.

People are boiling.

"Xiaogongju is flat?"

"what happened?"

"Which great **** is this that drove our cosmic center-century celebrity Xiao Gong and ran away?"

"It's not simple."

"...The photographer is not easy."

"I ate chicken very much on the first day of the festival."

"Inexplicably refreshing."

"..."

If it weren't for the background music and the opening song of the hunting festival, it would be like a special meeting of the marshal.

Next, the photographer began to transfer the picture to other people.

The hunting festival is about to begin, and everyone is seated. His Majesty the emperor walked slowly towards the high platform in the middle in the eyes of everyone. According to previous traditions, he will recite praises with a scepter in his hand, remembering his ancestors, and finally announce the official start of the seven-day hunting festival.

However, this year, the emperor’s scepter disappeared.

Although this is no secret, people still feel a sense of loss after seeing the empty palms of the emperor.

So I hate the Chongxing people who have entered the country to make trouble.

After the emperor's speech, he sat back at the exclusive seat. Sitting with him are all retired national treasure veterans, among them is the old Prince Charles.

His deep gaze passed through the crowd and fell straight on his son, with a particularly shocking aura.

Especially when the younger son led the Monte family kid, the old prince's aura value reached the top.

The live broadcast ended after the emperor's end. The next part of the game is purely entertainment among aristocrats and celebrities. After the event, Marshall will find someone to publish a short and succinct news report, and Channel One will also release the clips of the day.

The scary thing is that until the last moment, the photographer still refused to give the mysterious man a face.

The audience who were not there were angry. Although this has been the case throughout the years, this year is really uncomfortable.

I can't wait to throw the terminal!

What a spicy chicken photographer, who wants to cover it up so much, is it anxious to death!

Who is the man next to Sells? !

The already intelligent people ran to Princess Sa Sa’s account to leave a message. First, they strongly praised the beauty and character of the princess, and then hinted that she was a good match for the marshal. After layers of flattering, they finally asked the key question. : Who was bullying you at the celebration?

—No way, Xiao Gong decides to eat soft but not hard.

For the truth, it is worthwhile to put on a little vest and say something against your heart!

Everyone is tacit.

However, Xiao Gongju seemed to be irritated at the celebration, and it took a long time to recover. If I didn't want to go online, I didn't know the ardent praise of everyone.

They waited for a long time and did not see her reply.

disappointment.

In the hunting ground, there is harmony.

The people present did not expect that a wave of gossip would be swept across.

The host of the hunting festival soon came on stage, a man and a woman, all familiar faces. They will announce the next match schedule and draw teams on the spot.

In the audience, Sells whispered to Naren's side: "You really didn't do anything?"

Of course I did. Naren said with a certain tone: "No."

Sells sighed: "If we are divided into a team, we can advance and retreat together."

Naron thought to himself, but this would not motivate him to win. After all, the purpose of his competition is to win the prize after victory.

The ancestors of the Asha people were very good at hunting, and they lived in areas where the land was barren. When crops are difficult to grow, hunting has become their main source of food.

Even though the vicissitudes of life, thousands of years have passed, the Yasha people have not forgotten their roots.

Only the form of celebration has changed.

The Species Protection Law does not allow any slaughter on the grounds of "enjoyment", and the era of obtaining honor based on the "number of prey shots" has long passed. Now hunting games are more like a friendly activity to entertain the body and mind.

The game is divided into two teams, the hunter team and the prey team.

Participants will be randomly assigned to a team, and then put on their identity badges and are dropped into the vast jungle of the Royal Hunting Grounds. The two teams meet each other in a narrow way. Whether it is outsmart or force, the loser will be included in the winner's team. When the time is up, the system will count the number of each team, and the more will win.

For example, if the final statistics result is 51 hunters and 49 hunters, then the hunters win.

Even after a round of melee, the identity of the contestant was forced to be included in the enemy team from the initial hunter identity and became a member of the prey, he is still the winner.

Therefore, until the last moment, there is no way to determine who wins and who loses.

Even if you are defeated at the beginning and are stamped with the enemy's mark, you may be a winner.

This is a team event, and a single victory is not enough.

The force value is not comparable to that of His Royal Highness the Prince of Sells, and he is very satisfied with the rules of the game.

The results of the team allocation came out soon.

The names of Naron and Sales were separated without any suspense.

The hunter team Sayles, the prey team Naron.

Naryn drew a faint smile, and quickly grabbed it, pretending to be regretful: "It seems that we can't be together this time."

Sells looked at him, there was not much disappointment in his eyes. He said, "It's okay, maybe you and I will be a team soon."

Naryn: "..." No, it won't.

"Ah, I'm also a prey team, will we be together?"

A female voice was suddenly inserted into the conversation between the two.

Naryn looked back and found that the other party was a little familiar-among the women with long hair in skirts, the daughter of the general with ponytails and boots looked very heroic.

"Mola." He remembered, the person who secretly photographed him on the sunset volcano, a well-known female anchor, and the blind date his old father gave him.

Mora smiled, seeming to be happy that Naron remembered her. Then she made a friendly request for team formation.

The jungle is very deep, and no one knows how many enemies are hidden near the randomly dropped location. At this time, it is easier to make an appointment with a good partner in advance than to fight alone.

Naryn didn't think for too long before he agreed to her request.

"Yes. But I don't want strange pictures to flow out after the game." Some things must be explained in advance.

You should know that there was no one on his way down the mountain to the small medical hall. He thought he would not be discovered by anyone, but he couldn't predict that when he didn't know it, Mora's live broadcast camera was aimed at him.

This is really a terrible woman!

The picture of the big beard in Sells's hand came from her.

Mora waved her hand awkwardly, took out the mini camera from her trouser pocket, and showed a cooperative attitude with her actions.

"I'm sorry for the fact last time."

She didn't know the deeper truth, but thought it was the prince who had secretly taken a back photo of the sunset volcano and was discovered by the prince. This is indeed because she did not wisely, uploading her photos to the online public platform without the permission of others, even if it is just a back photo, can be regarded as offensive.