Intergalactic Era of Gossip

Naryn found a seat and didn't look at the people around him.

Sells said lightly: "Tired?"

Did not get a response.

Sells was not angry, and sat in the empty seat next to Naren, saying: "In my original guess, the person who stole the scepter should be a three-person group. The inner respondent, the enforcer, and the enforcer's accomplices. "

Naryn moved his ears, his face still had an expression of indifferent indifferent expression.

"The gold-eater's accomplices are very interesting." Sells leaned on the soft back cushion, and his eyes fell on the side of the person beside him: "I deliberately said that he is Lan insect, because his serious lie is impressive. "

Naryn rolled his eyes half a circle.

"Unexpectedly, I really met Lan Chong today." Sells said with emotion.

"Maybe it's him." Naren sarcastically said.

Sells shook his head and said, "No, although I haven't seen his face, but my instinct tells me that the worm star man just now is not my worm."

Naryn raised his eyebrows: "—Yours?"

Sells smiled silently.

Naryn felt inexplicably cold in his back.

Sells didn't continue the topic, he opened the locker on the side of the chair, took out a can of beer from it, opened it and took a few sips.

Naryn: "..."

Sells took out another plate of fruit and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"

Naryn said with a cold face.

"The court at this point no longer serves dinner." Sells said sincerely: "The fruit is very fresh. You can pad your stomach first. When it gets there, I will find a way to send you some hot food."

Naryn lowered his eyes and glanced in the locker: "I'm not hungry, and I'm not in the mood."

Sells asked: "Are you having a headache about the trial?"

"I have been stolen." Naryn closed his eyes mockingly and asked, "Even if I say that the whole thing has nothing to do with me, will anyone believe it?"

"Of course. Can you tell me?"

Naryn opened his eyes and found that Sells's expression was serious.

"No matter what you say, I will listen with a believing attitude."

Sells' gaze gave people a kind of power that seemed to be able to see into the heart. He leaned down, clasped one hand on the neck of the person next to him, and said in a deep voice, "If there is any secret, I will protect you as much as possible."

Gray-green eyes flickered, and soon Naryn broke free from Sells's hand.

"I need to contact a defense lawyer. You can talk to him about everything."

After a short silence, Sells withdrew his hand, seeming a little disappointed: "Occasionally you can try to trust me."

Naryn faintly reminded: "I believe it. The price is waiting for you for a few hours by the uninhabited lake." He looked at Sells and asked, "This is the food you spent hours preparing for me? These fruits that make people unappetizing at first glance?"

Sells said, "I miscalculated the time, sorry."

Naren: "..." How did he apologize so quickly that he uttered the countless questions behind him?

In the end, he could only turn his head, close his eyes, and put on a posture that refused to talk.

The neck is slightly hot. Excessive close contact gave people the illusion of tenderness, but fortunately he woke up in time.

Sells is too confusing, he can easily make people forget the gaps and disagreements with him, can approach anyone he wants to approach in the most natural manner, and even confuse the other party to regard him as a trustworthy existence.

But in fact, trust has never existed between them.

Whether it is the past or the present.

Before those things happened, he and Sells knew each other but never had a close friendship. Even though there have been several confrontations, whoever loses and who wins is only on the surface, he knows that Sells never really put him in his eyes.

This is also the reason why he feels that Sells is hypocritical!

This is also true today. He deliberately put on such a face, as if he was showing good intentions, but in fact it was just to express his words, right? After all, Sells is the main person in charge of the disappearance of the scepter.

Naron told himself so.

Rather than entangled in Sells' attitude, it is better to think more about how to deal with the current situation.

Whether he chooses to admit that he has a connection with Chongxing, or deny everything, the result may not be what he wants to see.

If you tell the truth, another secret is bound to be involved-his entanglement with the gold-eater originated from the metal ring on his chest, and this must not be exposed!

Compared to being mistaken for the internal response of the Chongxingren, what happened to the enemy was also disgraceful.

Sayles is right, he really has to work hard to come up with a perfect reason to rescue himself from the predicament.

Naryn thought deeply and didn't know that Sells had been watching him. The marshal calmly took out the small bottle from a corner, opened it and handed it to him, and breathed a little.

Naryn wrinkled his nose, and just wanted to ask what it was like, he heard Sells' voice ringing in his ears.

"It's late, let's sleep a while."

Naron wanted to say that the reason for fooling people hasn't been figured out yet, how can he sleep? However, when the words came to the lips, a heavy tiredness hit, and people couldn't help yawning.

Soon, he lost consciousness.

The instigator opened his arms and took the person who had fallen asleep in his arms, and observed it at close range to confirm that the other person was really asleep.

"There are some things that have to be confirmed to make people feel at ease."

The face of the black-haired marshal was calm, and it didn't seem like a sneak attack. There was a certain sleeping prince reflected in his eyes, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The ends of the slightly curly hair were curled up in a mess, and the gray-green eyes that usually shone with calculating light were tightly closed at this moment. Even when he fell asleep, his face still had "prince-like" unhappiness on his face.

He stretched out his hand, first drew his curly hair, and ran his thumb across his thin lips, thinking about what sharp ridicule or magical lie he was going to spit out when he woke up.

Holding the person, Sells moved to Naren's chair, and then easily put the person on his lap.

He stretched out his palm to cover half of Naryn's face and nodded thoughtfully. Slightly rough fingers slowly put the coat of the person in his arms, took it off, and put it aside.

Inside the jacket is a dark shirt, the top button is not fastened, and a delicate collarbone can be seen. Sells smiled and began to unbutton the remaining buttons.

One, two... When the third one was solved, he stopped.

The slightly pale chest was unobstructed, and the left breast was indeed wearing the token of the incumbent of the Monte family. Sells stretched his hand to hook the ring and looked at it quietly for a while.

Finally, he dressed Naren again, and after finishing, sat back in his chair.