Intergalactic Era of Gossip

Naryn stopped breathing, and after noticing Sells's gaze, he hurriedly pulled up the clothes in an attempt to cover it up.

"Let me see, can you?" Sells held his hand and asked him with his eyes.

Naryn blushed, and his eyes flickered away from his gaze, and he had to knock off a hand.

Sells: "..." He didn't get discouraged, so he slid his hand down and stayed on his thin waist.

Naron said with a sharp glance: "I want to get up."

Sells leaned against the top, and his deep eyes stared at the person under him unblinking.

Naren didn't change his face at first, but gradually felt his scalp numb, and turned his head in a stalemate for a few seconds.

"What catches your eyes?"

abnormal.

He cursed secretly, but when Sells stretched out his hand again to pull on the shirt, he hesitated for a moment and loosened his strength.

Anyway, just take a look, and there will be no less meat.

Narendra relaxed his body, letting Sells' next move very generously, and at the same time something brewing in his heart to say.

Sells was very helpful to his cooperation, curling up the corners of his mouth and slowly walking down, gently unbuttoning the front of his nightgown with both hands, so that the familiar silver ring was revealed again.

Naron sarcastically said: "What kind of special preferences will make people carry such things with them?"

Sells said nothing.

Naron continued: "Sometimes I have to suspect that it was your deliberate envoy." Although it was not stated clearly what it was, both sides knew it well. He squinted his eyes and said bluntly, "Thanks to you, I still remember this enmity."

Faced with the blame, Sells just stretched out his index finger and gently hooked the ring heart, and asked in a low voice: "How do you want me to compensate?"

Naryn looked down and fell on a finger, his face gradually becoming subtle.

"Let go, let go."

"Um?"

Sells smiled and quickly let go, but he didn't get too far away. He leaned down, his nose close to Narren's chest. Under the gaze of those gray-green eyes, he gently dropped a dragonfly kiss on the ring.

Naryn: "..."

Sells always looked at him, his eyes focused and soft, and he couldn't see any obscene shadows from his expression, and even showed a solemn and holy meaning, like the pious kiss of believers staying on the throne of God.

——Having an upright and handsome face, sometimes he can really do whatever he wants.

Naryn's breathing was getting faster and he felt the touch, and his toes couldn't help but curled up together, and the whole person became very strange.

A strong sense of shame swept over him, and the move that was almost offensive did not make him feel any repulsive emotions. On the contrary, Sells's eyes were about to burn him.

He felt unbearable and couldn't say a word to stop him. In the end, he could only give out a slight urge to end the situation as soon as possible.

"Sales..."

"Well, I'm here." The other person's voice was terribly dark.

Naryn didn't know how terrible his current appearance had on Sells. The dark black nightgown was half-open, and the white skin was gradually stained with a layer of light red. The silver ring on the left breast slightly fluctuated with breathing.

Last time he hurriedly glanced at his identity just to confirm his identity, and now it is the first time that Sells really observes the ring up close. The engraved ring is not gorgeous. After several generations, this ring has been reworked countless times, but the overall style still remains classic and dignified.

——The people of the Monte family probably wanted to break their heads, but they didn't expect their own upright and reliable young patron to develop such an unremarkable effect on the ring.

At this moment, it hung on the prince's left breast, swaying slightly with his breathing.

The wound at the "piercing" area still has some traces, but the traces are already very light. Sells' eyes darkened. At first, when he recalled certain episodes, he was surprised at the tyrannical factor deep in his heart, but when he saw the scene now, he felt a little understanding.

The dignified and reserved Prince is actually very suitable for being bullied.

Naryn squinted: "What are you thinking about?"

Sells touched his nose with a guilty conscience.

Well, the price of bullying should be heavy.

Naron asked: "Can you take it down?"

Sayles paused: "No."

Naryn looked at him faintly, doubting the veracity of this sentence.

Sells said sincerely: "I didn't lie to you, only Patriarch Monte can open the ring."

Naryn: "???"

Sayles just didn't laugh.

Obviously, Patriarch Monte has no plans to untie him.

Naryn rolled his eyes slightly, pulled the hem of his clothes, and pushed the person away, his eyes hidden contempt.

--and many more.

"ring?"

The marshal who was pushed away gave him a sad look and began to explain the origin of the ring. The prince's expression suddenly became subtle, how could he not think that the "nipple ring" on his body was so meaningful? ? ? The key is why Sells can easily put the heirloom ring on someone else?

Sells is almost a rascal: "I like to put important things together."

Naron: "..." Sometimes, the marshal was really overwhelmed when he talked about love. The "important" prince stalked his neck and said, "Can I keep the important things by myself?"

Sells smiled and hugged the person in his arms: "Of course, I will protect it tightly."

Naryn: "???"

He felt that he should no longer be entangled, and he hurriedly changed the subject: "Since the insect man's affairs are progressing smoothly, let's set off for the imperial capital in the next few days."

Since Sells didn't want to say, then he went back to see for himself.

Military secrets?

The prince couldn't help but sneer inside, and the ghost believed. This lie was so unqualified that he could easily counterattack back, and he was the only one who reluctantly cooperated. After such a disturbance, his sleepiness disappeared, and he gave Sells a small glance, rolled over, and prepared to get up to wash.

Sells followed his gaze, and then responded after a while: "Okay, it's time to go back."

Dalji was in the winter and spring, and the morning sun was chilling.

Before leaving, the two played again. While passing through a certain street, Naryn met the insect man cub again. He lay in front of the window on the second floor and waved "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

Sells sighed meaningfully: "You are really a worm..."

Naryn glanced at him, and just about to speak, Sells suddenly reached out and pressed his head.

"There is someone upstairs."

Narren: "Let me see."

Sells: "...all holding cameras."

Narren was taken aback: "That's fine."

Sells smiled, raised his head to the heads protruding from the second floor, and stretched out his index finger to make a booing motion.

After hearing about the "child assault" incident, I rushed to the immigration street and asked the zealous Dahl and the aborigines who had gone through the incident by being a language volunteer teacher. At this time, he has lost his ability to speak, and his mind is full of words. It's true, it's true, it turned out to be true!"

Marshal Sells was leading a certain man who was suspected to be the "Prince Charles", lowered his head and whispered something, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

——The Imperial Marshal is really out of order.

Even though countless brain supplements have been done before, when the brain supplements become real, the mood is still not calm for a long time!

"Is that Charvey?"

"It looks alike from the back."

"Fuck, I don't believe it!"

"Actually, I saw it." Suddenly a ponytail girl couldn't help but uttered aloud.

The companions moved their gazes "噌——".

She blushed and whispered: "It looks so good."

Companions: "..."

Although there have been numerous attackers claiming that the prince is a rare beautiful man, whether it is an observer in the court, or a hotel staff who has met the prince and witnessed the prince’s handwriting, and now, the companions whose eyes are gleaming in front of them ——So many people have affirmed the prince's appearance, but even more people have failed to see this mysterious man who can deal with the marshal.

So hidden and tucked, who would believe it if there is no trick? A large part of the people who failed to do so under extreme curiosity suspected a conspiracy. Things are going to be reversed, maybe these things are nothing but a false pretense-the Marshal's target is another person, and Charvey is just a smoke bomb.

But when the person who has witnessed the truth becomes himself or his companion, no matter how strong the argument is, it will be difficult to sustain.

"How good is it?" someone asked hesitantly.

The ponytail girl turned her head and tried to calm herself down: "The compliments on the Internet are not exaggerated."

The companions looked at each other, their faces a little psychedelic.

"real?"

"It seems...very real?"

The ponytail girl stomped: "Ah, I didn't lie to you!"

Companions: "..."

The ponytail girl's eyes lighted: "They are so good! Princess Sasha is not even qualified for comparison in front of the prince!"

My companions are speechless again, and this reference is of little value.

Ponytail girl: "When do you say they will be public? Get married? Have children?"

Companions: "???" Huh?

Ponytail girl: "Oh my God, why did you let me see it. My brain is confused now, I, I want to calm down!"

The companions face indifferently: "...Go ahead."

Although not seeing this legendary national rival makes people feel a little angry, they feel even more horrified-as if some strange emotion completely concealed the grief of the "idol's leaving the single"? You know, in the greener years, they also thought that Sayles would get married and leave alone in the future, and belong to someone alone, so they often innocently vowed that they would smash to the end with that "sword of love"... …

But now, they didn't even see the front face of others, and there was already an unspeakable strange emotion in their hearts.

Compared to being the victims of the "male **** leaving the single" incident, their current mood is not grief, but like a crowd of enthusiastic crowd eating melons, and they have terrible expectations for this stormy insider.

The undercurrents surging on Dahl, but the parties have a very leisurely time. Their "vacation" time is coming to an end, and the day for the return journey has been set.

When the "Saree" carrying the soldiers broke through the sky and sailed away from the planet Dalji, the report of "Marshal Sales leading his subordinates to destroy the outflowing forces" turned out, and his whereabouts in Dalji Finally changed from a rumor to a fact.