Intergalactic Era of Gossip

In the deserted backstreet, the masked suspicious man had a silent confrontation with the Imperial Marshal for ten seconds.

Naryn took the lead and looked away, with a heavy tone: "I can explain."

Sells looked at him quietly.

Naryn: "..." What should I do? Can't beat it!

He now hopes that time will go back a minute.

"me…"

"If you want to pose for the Animal Association..." Sayles's expression was serious, "Then I can regret to tell you that the Animal Protection Association has no insect branch."

Nonsense, that was made up by him.

Naryn rolled his eyes and whispered: "This is just a prank, I know there is no worm branch."

It sounds very emboldened.

Sells stared at him.

Naryn looked back at him with an uneven tone: "Insects are also animals! Why are they only dispensable in the association's protection list? That's not fair!"

Sells: "..."

"I am a worm lover. Every worm has the right to live. You can't imprison it just because it disturbs people! Think about the wild cats that are troubling people. Would you kill them because of this?"

Naryn was very excited. At the end, his voice became very loud, which made people suspect that the face under the mask was also increasing red because of this excitement-like a great fighter who denounced injustice!

…

"You don't have the right to do this!" the sonorous conclusion.

The generous statement was smashed one by one, and Sells, who had received all the orders, looked calm.

"So that's why you stunned the guards and released dangerous creatures privately?"

Naren, who was immersed in intense emotions, suddenly got stuck, and it took a long time before he suffocated a sentence: "It's not dangerous."

"I just want to make a big move and attract more people to focus on the insects. I have no intentions...Don't catch me."

It sounds pitiful.

Naryn lowered his head, looking powerless to resist.

Sells's expression remained motionless, and said, "Leave these words to the judges. Come with me now."

"..." So he put a lot of effort into talking and talking, but in fact it didn't work at all?

Will Naryn go with Sells?

of course not!

He pretended to give up resistance and cooperate with the investigation. He looked like a man who had just realized the seriousness of the problem and tremblingly stumbled.

Taking advantage of the gap between Sells's turn, he quickly opened the distance and fled back.

At almost the same time, Sells clasped his shoulders, making a gesture to keep the people. Naryn bent down shortly, slid the palm of his shoulders, and slammed into it with his body.

Sells did not escape. The moment Narren hit him, he took advantage of the situation to control the person in front of his chest. The next second, his right foot moved forward, driving the two of them to the wall together, and pressed his body against it. .

Sure enough, I couldn't beat it! Naryn cried out in grief.

Regardless of strength, agility, and enemy experience, the pampered Prince is not the opponent of the Marshal. At this moment, besides staring at each other with hatred, what else can he do?

"Let me go…"

Naryn endured the humiliation and pretended to be pathetic.

Behind him was a cold wall, and in front of him was an unshakable enemy. Naryn was squeezed in the middle, unable to move his whole body, and his spirit was highly guarded, for fear that Sells would take the opportunity to take off his mask.

The two bodies overlapped, their breath blended, and each other silently faced each other.

There was a flash of doubt on Sells's face.

At the moment when Naryn was about to smash his heart out, Sells suddenly lowered his head, maintained a posture of imprisonment, and slowly moved closer to him.

Seeing the handsome face that had deceived thousands of boys and girls approaching him, Naron held his breath.

"The smell of Aijia grass." Sells's voice sounded in his ears, and the slight heat blew across the auricle, with a hint of playfulness: "That's how you chase me, follow me... love me?"

Naryn blinked blankly.

What is this, a bit familiar?

Sells' head moved to his neck: "The best medicated bath bag in the hot spring club, after use, there will be a faint scent of Aijia grass on the body, which will dissipate in a few days... I didn't expect us to meet again so soon NS."

Naryn was silent for a moment, medicated bath bag?

Oh, he couldn't help using the medicated bath bag that Andrew gave him in the bath last night.

Naryn: "..."

Obviously the mood has sunk into the abyss, why has the world become brighter?

Naryn rolled his eyes and realized that his sunglasses had been taken off.

Sayles asked: "Do you like Lan insects?"

Naryn: "What?"

Sells paused for a while before saying: "The bugs on the planet Huam are very famous."

Naryn cast a puzzled look, what does that have to do with him?

"I thought you would know."

Naryn is simply inexplicable, why should he know about bugs? Suddenly his face stiffened, and he suddenly remembered that he is now a brave fighter who takes risks at all costs in order to protect the rights of insects. How could he not know the "very famous" Lan insects!

"Of course I know, I just don't understand why I mentioned it suddenly."

He saved his personal settings, but Sells has moved on to the next topic.

Sayles said: "You look like a worm."

Naryn: "..." Why I don't understand.

Sells: "Landworms, gold-eating worms, giant mountain worms, your worms have too many races...let me guess what kind of you are."

Wait, is there a misunderstanding?

Naryn said sincerely: "I am not of any kind."

Sells apparently didn't believe it, and in his original posture, he began to examine him closely: "This thing is a bit in the way."

-He refers to the mask.

Naryn tightened his body instantly.

"That..." There was a voice from behind, Dia waved awkwardly, "You go on, go on... I'm just passing by."

The two people who were in the corner were silent at the same time.

Naryn pushed someone on him and said angrily: "Skills can be killed but not humiliated, I will not succumb!"

Dia: "..." Could it be that Sayles used a strong one? He was shocked.

Sells twitched at the corner of his mouth and said lightly. The person in his arms slid out immediately, pulled a certain distance away, and looked at him vigilantly.

His eyes are still waiting for words, very complicated, and there is a story at first glance. Dia stroked his chin, deeply impressed.

Sells's peach blossom luck is very strong recently, first the sloppy otaku who confessed to him in public yesterday, and then the man who didn't even show his face today. The difference is that the former is unrequited love for his boss, while the latter is suspected to be Sells.

This is to be put in the drama, is the winner of "someone loves, there is a lover" in life.