Intergalactic Era of Gossip

Xijin supported the ground with his front foot and braked sharply. Under the huge inertia, the round worm's buttocks also turned upside down a few times. He turned around, his eyes full of asking for help...

However, it was empty behind him, and there were no other friends.

The huge face froze.

When a person is in desperation, unexpected potential will always burst out. At the moment when he noticed something was wrong, Naryn's body was already faster than his brain, and he ducked into the flower shop next to him.

The business of this store looks very deserted, the store is small, and there is only one clerk in it, who is giving him a puzzled look.

Such a heavily armed man looks really suspicious.

Narren said: "I want to buy flowers."

It turned out to be a serious flower buyer.

The clerk relaxed, and asked professionally: "Who is it for? We have many varieties of bouquets, and the flower language is also different. Look, this is..."

Naryn stopped the clerk's overly enthusiastic introduction, and said lightly: "Giving flowers is not about the object and the language of the flowers, I prefer to look at the flowers themselves."

The clerk was at a loss: "Huh?"

Narren: "Let me pick it myself"

His tone sounded very gentle, and his manners when choosing the bouquets were also very calm, but only he himself knew how fast his heart was beating at this moment. He came to the shelf, stared at the dazzling bouquets, his brain turned rapidly—

How could the people of the Legion stay here?

It's impossible to expect someone to rob the insects.

Even if Sels did not know the prophet, there was no need for such a big battle.

It was just a worm attack incident, and Hijin's identity was just a worm, no matter how it looked like an existence that could attract the attention of the military.

Sells is not a fuss, he can be sure of that.

There must be something he didn't know.

Naryn couldn't help but mourned for half a second of his ill-fated little friend. Suddenly remembered the fact that he had injected a catalyst into Higgin just in order to be unobtrusive. In the unlikely event that Xijin became a living person in full view, wouldn't his identity as a worm star be exposed?

Giant insects attack people and insect stars enter the country, the latter of which is more serious.

The relationship between Chongxing and the Empire has been very tense recently, and there have been frictions at the border between the two sides.

Regardless of the fact that this group of worms coveted Asha’s mineral star after gnawing on their home planet; from the perspective of race, there are also essential differences between them. Too cold.

Had Hijin been exposed long ago?

But it wouldn't be enough to dispatch so many people.

Thinking of Fat Worm's exhilaration when he saw him, his mood suddenly became complicated.

However, now is not the time to consider problems, and an ostrich attitude cannot solve the problem. If you keep hiding in the store, Sells' minions will search for it sooner or later.

He has to find a way to leave this street.

In the flower shop, you can smell the rich sweet and greasy fragrance in the air. Naryn took a bunch of flowers and went to checkout naturally.

"Add three yuan to get a rose, do you want to take it back to see your partner?"

Naryn shook his head, and the voice from under the mask was low and rapid: "It's true that there is a stalker who followed me all the way from Sunset Volcano to Langton Street."

Clerk: "..." Sure enough, it is still very suspicious!

After a weird silence, the clerk tried to find some words to deal with. After searching his stomach, he found that there was no suitable template.

Narendra said: "I need help."

The clerk passed the landline and said: "Please press 1 to call the police."

Narren said: "Even the most efficient police officer will take time to come over. He has attacked me just now, and he may be guarding outside now."

The clerk opened his mouth: "Then... Are you waiting in the store?"

Naron refused: "This affects you too much."

Clerk: "..."

Narren: "Sorry."

Clerk: "What, what's wrong?"

Naryn raised his hand, slowly rounded his neck, and said gently: "I want to borrow something."

The clerk couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, his throat moved slightly: "What is it?"

Naryn shot violently, knocking people out in an instant.

He called up his address book and found a column of contact information. Then, he bent down and took off the terminal on the clerk's wrist, and sent a communication request in the next second.

After the beep, the communication was quickly connected.

Sells's voice came into his ears through the terminal, just like himself, with a cold tone and an alienated attitude.

"Who?"

Narren’s changed voice is a bit sharper than before: "I am a member of the Animal Protection Association, the insect branch group."

The other side was silent for a long time, "What kind?"

"Insects, branch group."

Sells: "..." When did the Animal Protection Association have such weird groups?

Naryn went straight to the subject: "After receiving the report, you will transport a rare alien worm to the prison today, and do not rule out taking some extreme measures, which may cause serious harm to it."

Sells: "I'm even more curious about how you know my communication number."

Narren: "There is a misunderstanding between us, I hope I can sit down and talk."

Sells: "You and I should be on Langton Street, where do you want to talk?"

Naryn reported the name of a store: "I am waiting for you in the box on the far right."

After saying this, before Sayles responded, he interrupted the communication.

The name of the newspaper is on the other side of the street, far away from here. As for whether there are boxes inside, it is pure nonsense, just to disturb the line of sight.

After pulling the unconscious clerk to the shelf, Naryn quickly changed the clothes for the two and returned the terminal as it is.

"The contact information of the Marshal of the Empire is used as a terminal loan fee." He even commented on Celsmont's name intimately.

After putting on the clerk's clothes, Narren put on the three-piece mask, sunglasses and hat again, and ran to the warehouse, and found that the store had actually blocked the back door frantically.

Fortunately, there is a window leading to the back street.

Naryn jumped dexterously on the window edge and looked out. Because of the topography, the height above the ground is much higher than the inside. He took a deep breath and jumped down-before he was ready to buffer, a swift shadow appeared and held him.

Naryn froze.

When the line of sight moved to the familiar face of the person, the brain instantly emptied. This familiar, unexpected feeling!

"Sales?"

When did he come out again this time? !

Sells put down the pedestrian object he was catching, then put his gaze on Naren, "Do you recognize me?"

Naron: "The image and reputation of the Marshal has spread throughout the empire, so no one would deny it."

Sells paused for a long time.

"It's you." There was certainty in the words, in a tone that stated the facts.

Even if this person changed his clothes, he still wears a mask, sunglasses and a hat... This person's hiding of his face has reached a terrible situation. It is airtight and very eye-catching. Sells wants to recognize it. It's hard to get out.

"Insect's accomplice." He pointed out his identity, and then said: "Didn't you make an appointment in the restaurant's box?"

Naryn's face was stern, and his face was confused: "I'm on my way to the date of the appointment."