Intergalactic Era of Gossip

The other party turned around excitedly, took his hand and said: "Half an hour ago, a certain female anchor of'Yufang' broadcasted live on Sunset Volcano, ah, ah, I thought it was a fake, but the marshal was really real. Appeared!!"

—It turned out to be the fans of Sells’s brothers and sisters.

"live streaming?"

"Yes, we all rushed over after hearing the news. It's a pity that the clubhouse was designed to be too concealed. Looking down from the mountainside, you can't see the hot springs at all, you can only see a few pebble roads, alas..."

What's the matter with this regretful tone?

Naryn sneered: "The elaborate education of the empire is not for you to worship idols."

The man froze for a moment, and slowly reduced his excited expression: "Isn't it a friendly army?"

Narren: "Why are you obsessed with a flashy shell? How much do you know about Sells' true face?"

As soon as the voice fell, the few closest people turned their heads to look at him. One of the fiery-red haired little freckled guy squinted his eyes and looked up at Narren recklessly, and said, "But you don't even have a decent shell?"

Naryn: "..."

The person who answered the question at the beginning said, "Big brother, before attacking others, let's take care of the overly luxuriant hair. Regardless of the marshal's face, it is more comprehensive than the Mao group."

"Hairball" Naren touched his big stubble and smiled disdainfully: "I'm very satisfied with my appearance."

The freckled man choked.

Naren rubbed his chin and said, "Actually..."

Freckled man: "Huh?"

Naron lowered his voice: "I used to treat Sells as an idol, like you, chasing him, following him, admiring him... But since I accidentally witnessed his unknown side, I only treat him Contempt and disgust are left."

The freckled man immediately showed excitement that he wanted to argue.

Naron pressed his head: "Idol disillusionment has hit me a lot, just look at my rough appearance now..."

He sighed, his expression sad.

The freckled man was a little moved.

Naryn continued: "I told other people about Sells's despicable behavior, but no one believed it."

Midi No.1 frowned: "We will appeal against unfounded smears."

The freckled man slapped Naron's hand and stopped the little friend: "Let him say. Listen to what ridiculous story this silly lack made up."

"Stupid" Naren was silent for a moment, and decided to bear the humiliation temporarily: "There has been a lot of news about Sells these days, I think you have heard of it too."

The freckled man disagrees: "Of course, do you want to use this as a point of attack to accuse the Marshal of bad virtue? Although I am very sad about the Marshal's departure from a single incident, I have to say that his series of actions afterwards are very responsible."

Naryn rolled his eyes secretly, and said quickly: "That's an illusion. How could the person who slept with him doesn't know. Sells knew it well, but didn't want to be responsible for it. I saw a person with my own eyes. The underage boy cried and begged him not to abandon himself, but Sells remained unmoved and shamelessly dismissed him with a large sum of money."

The freckled man blinked: "...underage?"

Naryn nodded sadly.

The freckled man clapped his hands: "That's great, I'm not an adult yet!"

A group of people around were booing happily.

Naryn: "..."

The freckled man sneered and his tone changed suddenly: "Wake up, wash your greasy head first. The marshal has a noble character, how could he attack a minor? Still not admitting it? Still taking money to throw people away?"

Is this rising to a personal attack?

Naron pressed the little man's head again, stopped him from jumping up and down, his expression was gloomy.

Greasy?

That's a wig, stupid fan!

"No! How can you do this? Let me in! Sayles, don't leave me!" The youth's clear shout came from not far away.

Naren followed the prestige and found a light blond boy lying on the ground in front of the hot spring club. Two soldiers in uniforms were standing guard in front of the boy.

"That night! Obviously you forced me and said you would be responsible for me! Now! You made me throw me out like rubbish! In that case, why did you pretend to look for me? I clearly It's here!"

The young man covered his face in pain, his voice stern and desperate, "Is it because I am a servant of Princess Sasha, so I don't think I am worthy of you!"

Naryn: "..."

Where did Lelida get the showman from?

The performance was really teary. The shout is full of anger and helpless expression, and also adds character settings, which perfectly interprets an innocent teenager who has been abandoned by the beginning of chaos and the end.

The freckled man took a deep breath and murmured: "The conspiracy... must be a conspiracy."

Over there, the young man was still weeping, his thin shoulders trembled. After a long time, he raised his head, revealing an immature baby face.

The freckled man's figure flickered, not yet...underage?

The boy cried and sullen his throat, choked up and said: "Sales, you are too ruthless, too cold, and the rocks of Gal Mine are not as cold as your cold heart."

Naron: "..." This is where I got the script, with rhetoric.

Is his unreliable friend finally reliable once? The young man I found is really an advanced dramatist who integrates acting skills, appearance, and line skills.

One of the soldiers frowned: "If we continue to harass, we will take more drastic measures."

The boy sobbed, looked at him sadly, and then let out a loud cry.

Soldier:"…"

The freckled man looked in a trance: "This is not true."

Naryn glanced at him, and said in the voice of someone who came over: "Be strong."

The freckled man looked at him blankly.

Naren was satisfied with his reaction and continued to spare no effort to carry out the smearing to the end.

"I was so heartbroken at the time. How could Sells be such a well-dressed beast? He failed all my good imaginations about him. How much love he once had, how painful the truth will be when the truth comes."

Freckled man: "No..."

Naryn: "I can see you and you will be like me..." He touched his thick stubble, and suddenly asked, "Can you count the number of it?"

The freckled man shook his head silently.

"My heart is broken into tens of thousands, just like it, it cannot be counted."

Freckled men have straight eyes.

Just as Narren was about to give the final blow, a low laugh came from behind him.

"That's really sorry."

Naryn's body instantly stiffened.

Why is this sound a bit familiar?

He slowly turned around and met the impeccable face of the man in the conversation, the impeccable face of the imperial marshal.

"..."

Sells took a step forward, his deep gaze fell on his face, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he quickly returned to normal.

"How are you?"

No, it's not good at all...Naren's eyes are already straight like the freckled man, if it weren't for the thick stubble covering his face, his face would be as pale as paper now.

Who will tell him why this guy appears behind him? !

How long has he stood behind him? !

Sells bends one leg slightly, squats down, and his black hair spin appears in Naren's sight, making him feel a little confused.

"Sales..."

"Your medicine packet is gone." He picked up the Chinese medicine wrapped in reed paper and passed it in a humble attitude.

Naryn didn't move, and looked at the familiar medicine packet in silence-he didn't pay attention when taking the medicine. There was a round thin paper stuck on the bottom of the medicine bag, and it was written exactly like the billboard.

"Abolo Medical Center, a century-old formula..."

Because it fell to the ground, the bottom was exposed, and the line of words was strikingly horizontal between the two of them.

Naryn stared silently at the things in the palm of Sells' palm, and struggled fiercely between "pretending not to be one's own and letting his left breast rot" and "taking it for the sake of the body". A few seconds later, he "slapped" the medicine packet and quickly hid it in his arms.

Sells: "..."