Intergalactic Era of Gossip

Naryn didn't want to speak in distress.

Even if the two finally clarified the matter, Sells didn't have two boats, but he was still unhappy. The whole fact is so shameful that people can't wait to be buried in the bed and won't come out in this life. If you ask him why he is ashamed, he will hesitate because there are too many piles.

Really—everything is black history!

He squinted, and for a moment he had the urge to kill Sells.

Sells: "..."

The marshal, immersed in joy, suddenly felt threatened.

Naryn looked back, walked slowly to the table and poured water. He raised his head and took a big sip, and felt that he was trapped again.

Naryn: "..."

"Naren, I'm so happy." Sails's always restrained voice waved with waves: "Can you invite you to date me after dawn?"

He hadn't adjusted his attitude towards Sells, but the other party seemed to behave extremely naturally.

Naryn didn't refuse with a cold face.

Pushing Sells away and looking at him for a while, Naron said, "Afternoon."

Getting up too early is a problem even to get up.

The prince fell into a new round of depression stroke.

Who in this world will determine the relationship in the early morning?

He was still in his pajamas, dipping on slippers, and with a haggard face that had stayed up all night, in the room, touching the dark—yes, touching the dark.

This is no match for any kind of confession scene he knows.

Even though the moon appeared outside and the moonlight poured down, the light in the whole room was not dim. But it cannot be denied that they talked about the whole thing in the dark.

—Turn on a light anyway.

The marshal who got the reply grabbed his hand and put it to his mouth. He lowered his head and touched his lips lightly, and his deep eyes were filled with the excitement of getting what he wanted. Strictly speaking, this was the only relationship in Sells's young life.

Now he finally knows why so many people are always talking about their partners in their hometown, or about finding a partner when they are marching.

"You said you knew it a long time ago... Then how did you discover it?" Naren couldn't help but ask the question he most wanted to know.

Sayles did not react: "Which one?"

Naryn: "..."

Sells smiled lightly: "My dear, I want to look forward to the future with you more than these trivial things~"

Naryn asked, "You have to tell me when it is."

Sells hesitated for a few seconds, then confided an approximate time frame.

"..."

The impact of the answer on Narren was so great that after many years, in retrospect, he would have a strong impulse to coma on the spot.

On the contrary, the marshal's mood after speaking out was undoubtedly relaxed. The person who has always been calm and self-sufficient has frequently lost his temper tonight. He took advantage of Narren's time to organize his thoughts, and kissed the back of his own hands.

Naryn took out his hand and said solemnly: "You'd better stop in moderation, it's already late."

"Okay." Sayles agreed readily. "It's really late."

With arms outstretched, the Marshal's eyes had hidden expectations, "I should go now."

Naryn stood there and stared at him, nodding reservedly.

Sayles had to put down his arm regretfully: "Goodbye."

Just a second before he turned and left, Naryn said sternly, "See you tomorrow."

In the smiling face of Sells about to bloom, a certain young man with a frantic heartbeat turned away calmly, pretending to be innocent.

Therefore, there is always a gap between reality and ideals. The prince who has experienced a blank relationship, all his understanding of love comes from Xingwang, and the most common process is usually that the two confess and confirm the relationship in a beautiful environment, followed by a romantic date and dinner.

But when it was his turn, the environment was dim, and it was a confession, and romantic dates and dinners were even more impossible—at this time, he could only sleep under the covers.

Sells really left this time.

The room was quiet and silent for a long time. I don’t know how long it had passed. In the darkness, a pair of energetic eyes opened "噌—", the prince rolled, panting, buried his face in the pillow, and bumped. . When he raised his head, his gray-green eyes seemed to be gleaming.

Tonight is destined to sleepless.

It's not just two young people around the corner.

The old prince Angri lives in the house not far away. The night is dark and the time has reached the early morning mark, but he has no sleep. Outside the half-open window, the familiar figure finally emerged from the younger son's room.

"Peng, Peng—" The old prince stared at the front, clenched his right hand, tapping his chest dullly, as if this would make him feel better.

Worried about the unpredictable intentions, the thief who visited every night secretly came back to Charvey's house again. He decided to inspect it himself.

The opponent is strong and skilled, not like an easy role to deal with. Although Gavin has re-arranged the security system for them, people have to be more cautious.

As a result, I witnessed such a picture.

His little son.

In an instant, he was a few years old.

Celsmont.

Fortunately, he thought that the other party was a young and upright young man, but he turned out to be just a shameless villain who was well-dressed!

Looking at the entire imperial capital, even the romantic old gangster Wald could never do such a thing of running into a private house at night!

His Naron-the old prince clutched his heart.

The Xiaerwei family's tutoring is extremely strict, and he does not believe that his young son, who has good morals and is ashamed and reasonable, will engage in private meetings in the middle of the night under his nose.

Someone must have bewitched him. You must know that although his son has a big temper, his heart is very soft. A few soft words may move him...

In the eyes of the old prince with a deep filter, the younger son is always innocent, kind and good, and can easily be abducted.

—I didn’t know that in order to abduct his little son, he had to step over the protective shield that could be called a moat.

The old prince glanced at the time and took a breath.

It's so late...

It's all, this, what, it's too late!

Reason makes him patient, but emotion makes him impulsive.

He encountered a huge challenge in his long life, which was even more intense than any political confrontation in the past.

Kicked over "One Hundred Ways to Get along with In-laws" and "Treat Children's Love Affair with the Right Attitude", the old prince walked toward the door aggressively.

He wants to grab this kid and let him know that the corners of Xia Erwei's house are not so easy to dig! The walls of Xia Erwei's house are not for climbing!

"The attitude of the elders is often related to the happiness of the children. If the children deliberately conceal this relationship, don't be angry, don't be impulsive, their hearts are equally painful, and the feelings of not blessing the elders will be broken."

The soaring anger seemed to have pinched the pause button, he knelt down and picked up the book on the ground.

"Supporting every thoughtful relationship between children, with such an attitude, will they be willing to confess... The suppression of ignorance will only make things worse. They have to choose to hide in the dark to avoid the exposure of their feelings. This is very useful. It may result in unpredictable consequences."

The old prince was holding the book, looking through it seriously.

The restless night in Charvey's house soon passed.

It wasn't until the first rays of dawn shone in that the two princes and princes fell asleep groggyly. The refreshed Yamin Xalvi waited at the table early with his wife and children, but was told that today’s breakfast is for a family of three.

Ilia yawned again and again: "Grandpa and uncle can sleep late, why can't I?"

Yaming swept over with a cold light, and frightened her full of complaints back into her stomach.

The Marshal, who fell asleep late at night, was not so lucky. Early in the morning, he received a notice to investigate a group of visitors from the Alta galaxy entering without a document.

Not every galaxy is in a peaceful state. There are many large and small planets between galaxies, and there are often frictions between planets and planets due to issues such as resources, domains, and satellite ownership. There are also frequent frictions in the Raven galaxy where Asha is located, but these frictions are not enough to determine that the galaxy is in a "wartime state". The real "wartime state" based on galaxies usually refers to one of the most powerful planets in the galaxy. War broke out between.

The Alta galaxy is in a state of war.

Countless refugees fled the war in spaceships, especially the inhabitants of a few small planets that were affected by innocent people.

It is no longer the mode of war in the cold weapon era. Just a few heavy weapons can cause a small and medium planet to suffer irreparable damage.

The two sides of the main station are naturally unwilling to hurt the roots, so the place of battle becomes those weak planets.

These days, a large number of alien refugees flock to Asha to seek asylum. However, because they were separated by a million light years, the ethnic gap between them was huge, and the customs and habits were very different, which led to chaos on the border and even several battles between groups.

This is more inclined to the work of placement.

Sells refused to go to the military headquarters for a meeting and handed over the matter to Dia.

So at noon, Dia sent a video request.

Sells had just dressed neatly, and when he saw it, he clicked to confirm.

Dia: "Marshal... can I ask the reason?"

Sells: "I believe these small problems can be solved by yourself."

Dia: "No, what puzzles me is... Why are you still dressed so formally if you don't go to the military department?"

Suits and leather shoes are the second place, and Sells deliberately unlocked the top two buttons. If he was next to Sells, he might still be able to smell the seemingly cold scent of a gentleman on him. Look carefully, even the hairstyle seems to have been taken care of.

Sells adjusted his clothes: "Dressing appropriately is the basic attitude to life."

Dia obviously didn't believe it, "Are you planning to go to see His Royal Highness the Prince?"

In the face of temptation, Sells remained motionless.

Dia: "It only takes one day to go back and forth between the borders. The situation there is complicated, and it was our people who provoked first."

Sells looked at his watch: "Then put on a posture, and the stupidity of individual people will not cause disputes between groups."

Dia: "But..."

Sells: "Dia, I should go out."

Dia: "..." When a person has no intention of working, don't say anything, bless you.

At this time, the terminal prompt suddenly remembered, and Sells clicked on the message interface, and his face changed in an instant.

Dia was curious: "What's wrong?"

Sells read the message back and forth ten times, from Naron Charvey.

[I'm here, waiting at the door. 】

Sells: "..." The heart speeded up suddenly, and that little line seemed to carry terrible magic.

Dia is even more curious, and just intends to continue to ask.

"drop-"

Sells stopped the communication without lifting his eyelids and replied intently to the message.

【54321】

【what? 】

[Door code. 】

After a while, Naryn's reply jumped out.

[...Then I came in? 】

Sells sorted out his hair and clothes and confirmed that there were no problems.

【Come. 】