Intergalactic Era of Gossip

The top batch of sports cars in the Elod family are extremely rare. Of course, the price is also unimaginable by ordinary people... But in this interstellar era, there will always be several big local tyrants on each planet, big and small, and there are not many people in total.

Basically, less than a minute after the launch of the limited car, it quickly became a sold-out state.

-The number of competitors is too large.

Naryn squeezed the money to buy a car, but didn't have the hand speed. Every time, he could only watch the purchaseable quantity become zero...The heartache was beyond the reach.

Sells patted him on the shoulder.

"What are you thinking about?"

Narendra said: "Sports car."

Sells: "..."

Naryn regained consciousness: "Oh, I mean, the new car is really good."

Starting the car, he stretched out his fingers to feel the operating screen, the envy and jealousy in his eyes seemed to be about to become real.

Naron asked again: "What about Little R?"

Sells reacted for half a second and realized that it was the R-class sports car before him.

Every time a new model comes out of Elod’s house, his mother will send it to him as soon as possible, and then he will return the unneeded car back, nicknamed: recycling.

Naryn was silent, and after a while, he broke away from the hands of Sells Privilege Montt on his body.

Sells pretended not to notice, but with a pity he retracted his hand and reported a place name by sitting in the passenger seat.

The voice recording system immediately finds the location and asks whether to confirm the activation.

Naryn: "..."

It's worthy of being the sports car of the Elod family, precise, fast, and user-friendly!

--want to.

This further strengthened the prince's determination to guard the limit. The next quarter is in front of him, and he must not miss it again.

"call out--"

The new local tyrant class drove the two quickly away from the Xiaerwei residence.

Neither of the two young people in the car noticed. In a corner not far behind, a lonely and stubborn figure stood for a long time.

The old prince who took a sniff of new energy exhaust gas, sadly looked ahead...

His beloved little son has really become someone else's family.

Maybe he should start walking with the Montes someday. When he was young, the stubborn and tough Prince Angri also had some disputes with Old Monte over some trivial things that "have become vague in retrospect." Speaking of it, it has been too long for the two families to sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk.

The predecessor, Monte’s life was rather mediocre, and his only success lies in having such a good son as Sells.

——Middle-aged divorced, just like him, he has been a bachelor for most of his life.

Perhaps this can be used as an entry point for the topic. After all, empathy is the first step in establishing spiritual communication.

Naron didn't know that his father had already pondered the icebreaking party with the Monte family.

He was taken to a completely strange place.

This is a very spectacular building with a semi-circular exterior, covered with silver-gray metal panels, reflecting a dazzling light in the sun. In the middle, a huge "hunting special" word dominates the entire advertising screen. I haven't entered yet, I can already vaguely hear the loud shouts inside.

Sells led people through a small door and into the room.

In the room are rows of small checkered lockers, and the keyhole is designed as a fingernail-sized sensor. The marshal opened the terminal, pointed at a small square, and smiled.

"Look at what it will be this year?"

Naryn: "???"

A slight "tick" sounded, and a second later, the small square selected by the marshal "clicked" to open.

Naren curiously took out the things in the square, and found that it was an exaggerated clown mask, a round red nose, a mouth with cracked teeth, and the use of colors was extremely bold.

Sells was silent for a moment: "It seems that luck is not very good."

Naryn raised his mask: "Yours?"

Sells nodded, took the mask and put it on calmly: "The amusement city here hosts activities every hunting festival. I have participated in it several times before, which is very interesting."

Naren: "..." Pulling him over early in the morning for fun?

"It's your turn." Sells urged, pointing to the small square: "Pay the entrance fee first, and the mask is the pass. Each mask pattern here is different."

Naryn was aroused, watching Sells wearing a clown mask, and said lightly: "I shouldn't get such a bad style."

It turns out that the goddess of luck hasn't taken care of the hapless prince for a long time since the dinner, and this time... it is still the case.

With a suspicious smile on the huge dog's head, it exudes magical light from any angle.

Naryn: "..."

His Royal Highness, who was still in a relaxed mood a moment ago, was filled with black mist at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sells took off his mask: "...change it with me?"

He felt that Naron was about to pass out of anger.

The caring Marshal took the opportunity to stand aside, one hand clinging to the prince’s shoulders expertly, and the other hand to pass the clown mask over, laying side by side with the dog’s head mask.

"Which one do you like?"

Naryn overplayed his head, his eyes deep. The question he struggles with now is not which mask to choose, but—

Why touch him again?

The prince who doesn't like physical touch decided to say something.

Sells: "Maybe the clown would be better?"

"No need to change." Naryn shook his head, rejecting his kindness: "You won't see it after wearing it, but if you wear it, I will be forced to face it all the time."

This kind of emoticon pack, at a glance, is a huge damage to the spirit.

Sells: "..."

It makes sense.

He felt that he shouldn't spend his time on the mask for admission, and said decisively: "Okay, I'll put it on for you."

Before Naren could react, he felt his hands empty. Sells had taken his mask and stood behind him. He just wanted to turn his head and refuse, when he heard a whisper behind his ear: "Don't move."

Narren: "..." No, he wants to come by himself.

His Royal Highness, the stiff prince, thought for a while and still held it back, and then felt a flower in front of his eyes, and the mask was gently covering his face.

Sells seemed to smile, and then quickly stopped.

Naryn squinted his eyes--

He heard it!

The mask he chose is indeed poisonous, but is the clown of Sells really good-looking?

Looking at these two masks, it is clear that the problem is not with him, but with this unscrupulous amusement city!

After Sells put on the mask, he didn't plan to let go immediately. He maintained the posture of enveloping from behind, and carefully checked the wearing of the mask.

Narren: "..." What is there to check? This is obviously taking the opportunity to take advantage, right?

Poker face.

Rough fingers seemed to pass over the auricle unintentionally, and Selsi lowered his head slightly to reach Narren’s ears. The sound of gentle breathing sprayed over his neck as if there was no ground, while speaking in a more natural tone of their connection. Down the journey.

"...There will be a holographic hunting game at ten o'clock."

This is a fight with no limit on participants, only in the star network. The rules of it are completely different from the royal hunting game. It is more inclined to competitive games. Players control the role to play the game. After defeating the opponent, it will be counted as points. In the end, the person with the highest points will receive generous bonuses and souvenirs.

And the purpose of Sells's trip was not to register for the competition.

"The holographic scene is very detailed, and the competitions in previous years are also very interesting. I have already selected the box..." A set of comfortable procedures has also been prepared, so that a certain picky prince will have a wonderful holiday.

"Of course, if you are interested in prizes..." Sells quietly poked his finger into the curl of the black hair. "We can sign up for a double entry."

Naryn kept his face motionless and nodded calmly against the flushed ears.

"Oh I see."

Sells smiled.

As the laughter sounded, Naren keenly sensed that his neck was not spared from being rubbed.

The prince finally couldn't help being black-faced-he was getting more and more admirable!

Was it because he failed to discover the true face of Sells's hypocritical appearance a few days ago, so that he has repeatedly succeeded, so that he has grown up with courage?

But.

But Sells's tone sounded more serious.

Wouldn't he be embarrassed if Sells didn't admit it when he suddenly got into trouble?

The entangled prince could not continue to struggle. Sells finally took a few steps back, still looking honest and trustworthy.

"All right."

Naryn sneered again and again, and sneered in capitals inside.

"Where is your Lanworm friend?"

Sells's expression became subtle: "He?"

Narendra said: "Did you let me edit the message before forgetting it?"

Sells sighed, seemingly reluctant to talk more.

A fierce light suddenly appeared in the gray-green eyes. Seeing, it really was a guilty conscience.

Sells put on a clown mask and said, "He has a prejudice against me." As he said, he led the prince into the venue, "I will find a way to save it recently."

Naren asked: "Save?"

Sayles said: "Well, under what circumstances would you change your opinion of someone you don't like?"

Naryn blinked: "Probably when he was crying and begging under my feet?"

Sells laughed and said nothing.

——His Royal Highness with a dog's head expression pack, even if he speaks words of hatred, it is not lethal.

Depressing his thoughts, he raised his hand to open a door.

Behind the door is a corridor with staff in uniform standing on both sides. After seeing the visitors, they bowed neatly.

Naryn looked around curiously.

This place was already on the edge of the imperial capital, far away from the Charvey's house, and his geographical location was not conspicuous, so he had never been here before.