Intergalactic Era of Gossip

The trial turmoil has come to an end for the time being, but the Sher Street bug attack has not yet ended.

Two full days have passed since the separation from Sells. During this period, the relationship between Asha and Chongxing fell to the freezing point, and the battle for the throne of Chongxing took new changes with the exposure of the "scepter case".

The Asha people were very dissatisfied with the fact that their national treasure was used as a bargaining chip by the bugs. They thought it was a kind of red fruit provocation. They demanded a collective voice from the authorities of the bug star, a public apology, and the cost of the damage caused by Sean in Asha. Street.

As for the hunting festival day, the attack organized by Lan Chong was also mentioned again. The old accounts and the new accounts are settled, even the peace-loving Yasha people can't bear it anymore!

The bugs are so annoying, they should be driven back to their original home planet! It's been a long time since Asha's army has moved.

"We Chongxing people have always disliked conflicts with other countries. These incidents are purely accidental. Let us put aside our prejudices, build a harmonious galaxy, and be a pair of friendly neighbors."

Asha: "..."

Chongxingren's political situation is unstable, and naturally they dare not be too tough in their attitude towards the outside world.

——It can be said to be very scary.

The Asha people's ideas are very consistent: go to your harmony and friendship! Who believes such nonsense?

When you hit Asha's scepter, why didn't you dare at all!

Don't make trouble, this is the condition of succession left by the former insect king before his death.

Then your predecessor was very thoughtful!

If it's just counseling, it would be better, but the group of bugs are not only counseling, but also extraordinarily stingy.

Several people who were willing to the throne refused to bear the cost of repairs, and apologized to each other. They were stubborn and stingy and couldn't let go of the apology, and the matter reached a deadlock.

The Asha asked to see the sincerity of an apology.

The Chongxing people are full of sincerity, but no one is willing to pay or lose face.

They set their sights on the family of the culprit Sean.

"All this is the personal behavior of the militant Sean, and Sean's family should pay for this cost."

The old gold-eater granddaughter waved his hand: "No! Get out!"

The insects are scattered among the birds and beasts.

Then they gathered to the door of the second son of Grand Duke-one of Sean's many younger brothers, a powerful man who already had a certain amount of power, and the person who made a statement to Asha on behalf of Chongxing not long ago.

This one should have money.

The young and promising second son smiled gloomily: "People are always responsible for their actions. Sean has long passed the age for others to be responsible for him, not to mention that I have no such obligation at all."

So Chongxing’s attitude is--

"Although I have no money, I sincerely apologize, don't hit me."

"Of course you can't forgive." Naren's attitude is clear. "The scepter is a symbol of the empire. They coveted things far beyond their duty. They also launched two attacks on us. Choosing to forgive at this time will undoubtedly help. The arrogance of Insect Star. Not to mention..."

He hesitated for a moment, and said to his brother: "We have a great chance of winning."

His Majesty the Emperor sighed: "I know everything."

but……

What Naren thought of: "Higgin still didn't remember?"

His Majesty the Emperor shook his head: "I found someone to diagnose him a few days ago, and he should be able to recover by taking medicine on time, but it will take time."

Thinking of Hijin's status as a worm star, the cousins ​​were in distress at the same time.

After a while, Naryn asked, "Is there no way to teach the insects and avoid the flames of war?"

His Majesty the Emperor was helpless: "Why don't you go and kill Sean?"

Narendra said: "The slaughter process is a bit more tragic?"

His Majesty the Emperor held his forehead.

The topic ended without a problem. After the silence, Naron couldn't help but ask: "Where did Sales go?"

Since the last time we parted, Sells has been fascinated, except for a short terminal communication with him at night, he hasn't even seen anyone.

Before he knew it, His Majesty the Emperor's eyes became deep.

"Naren...you and Sells, are they really..." He stretched out his hands and gestured, "Is that so?"

His terminal interface is still stuck in the latest information section. Before Naryn came, a certain emperor was interested in seeing the rise.

This gesture is simply inexplicable.

The prince calmly said: "Oh, we are reconciled."

"Just make up?"

The prince asked: "Do you want something else?"

His Majesty the Emperor: "..."

After adjusting the state, His Majesty the Emperor told Naren in a serious and earnest manner that the Marshal was busy with Chongxing these days. Will be back soon! And to comfort Naren to live leisurely in the imperial capital without worrying too much.

Naryn: "..."

He only needs the first half of the answer. As for whether he is worried or not, the big cousin is really worried.

Also, what is leisure time? It sounds like a typical inaction.

Naren, who only got a vague answer from the emperor's mouth, was a little disappointed. After returning, he took the initiative to send a communication request to Sells.

The topic leader of the previous communications has always been Sells, and out of a certain awkward state of mind, he hasn't found a chance to spit out the inquiries from his mouth for a long time.

It's a pity that after a long time, the person on the other side didn't pick it up.

Watching the screen gradually dimmed, Naryn's heart sank.

He thought to himself, forget it, the other party is probably busy. When it was eight o'clock, Sayles should call him by himself.

Time passed a bit long, and when night fell, when it was eight o'clock, there was still no movement at the terminal. At this time, he thought of the communicator that had been silent for a long time.

Speaking of it, it seems that Sells hasn't harassed the "Lan Chong" for a long time.

When I turned on the communicator, I found that the latest news was about "Missing" that he helped edit. After that, Sells disappeared completely.

Naryn: "..."

Thanks to Sells's faceless hooking up with Duny some time ago, in just a few days, his attitude has not been as good as before.

He felt a sense of sadness inexplicably. Whether it is Duny or himself, it is inevitable that Sells will be left out in the cold.

And he was a little bit lost about this.

That night, Naryn fell asleep an hour later than before.

The prince yawned with tears in the corners of his eyes could not resist his sleepiness, holding the communicator in one hand and the terminal in the other, tilted his head to sleep on the bed.

At night, the Charvey's house was quiet, except for a few attendants on duty, everyone fell asleep.

The dusty marshal stalked all the way and easily broke into Naren's room.

He closed the door, took off his military cap and put it on the table, and walked slowly to the bed.

The frowning young man lying on the bed seemed to sleep deeply. The loose silk pajamas were half open, revealing the delicate collarbone, and the curly hair tails were slightly upturned, looking very lazy.

The marshal found two things in Naryn's hand, and a smile was fainted at the corners of his mouth. He took off his gloves, stretched out his index finger, and quietly fiddled with the curls of Naryn's hair, pinched it and went all the way up. , Slowly move to the back of the erect neck.

He rushed back to the imperial capital. He had already returned to his residence, but driven by his mood, when he reacted, he had already arrived at the gate of Xalwei's house.

At this time, Naren must have fallen asleep.

However, just going back like this is really unwilling.

"Ugh……"

If he knew that he would be in the current situation because of that glass of wine, he would refuse to attend the princess dinner for whatever he said. Then take people into the arms in a normal and passionate pursuit.

But now...Even if it's because of the drug problem, he still has the suspicion of compulsion, not to mention that Naron is still an angry temper. Sells had to slow down, and patiently approached each other step by step, for fear that he would be scared away by not being careful.

But now, he felt that his patience was about to run out.

The closer you are to each other, the more you can't control yourself. Reason made him restrain himself through a brief hug to comfort himself, but emotion told him that it was not enough, he wanted more.

His eyes fell on those thin lips that revealed endless lies, and the slightly open appearance after falling asleep looked like a delicious delicacy to be tasted, seducing him with a silent and subtle gesture.

Sells increased the strength to pinch the back of his neck, and found that the other party's breathing was calm, and there was no sign of waking up.

The arrogant prince on weekdays is being held to the point by him at this moment, and he is asleep without knowing everything. It's too sorry for himself if he doesn't do anything.

The marshal only thought for a second before he made a decision.

He leaned down, reached between the slender neck, and sniffed lightly, the smell after the bath was very clean.

At this moment, the person on his body suddenly moved anxiously, and Sells immediately stopped. A few seconds later, he found that the other party was still breathing smoothly, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I'm not honest when I fall asleep.

Since knowing that Narren is Duny, Sells has secretly worked to restore the memory of that night. Now that it has worked, it has also made him more anxious. This little liar doesn't get in with oil and salt, and he is extremely resistant.

No matter how strong Selce's heart desires, he wants to make him unable to utter a lie or sarcasm just like that night, but the truth is that he can only endure it.

He has been patient.

The tip of his nose touched the naked skin, he touched his lips and tongue, slowly moved away, the warm breath sprayed on the cheeks and ears of the people under him, until he finally tasted the long-lost delicacies, he slowed his breath and gently grinds. Grinding, trying to open the tight thin lips.

His patience has long been tempered very well.

Control the strength, like an invisible mole, cautiously kissing his beloved.

The unconscious person was led to open his mouth.

After a long time, realizing that Naron's breathing had gradually become rapid, Sells retreated in time and stared silently for a long time in the darkness.

He seemed to sigh, and whispered: "Go to sleep, baby. Tomorrow I can see you with integrity."

The only response to him was still breathing.

This silent incident of stealing incense comforted him to a large extent. After his rationality returned, the satisfied marshal felt that he had the patience and motivation to continue to consume this little liar.

I slept really well.

He smiled and cleaned up the scene of the "incident", put on his gloves and a military cap, before leaving, he couldn't help but leaned over and bit the person on the bed's ear, and then tenderly helped him tuck the quilt.

As for the possibility of Naryn pretending to sleep?

The marshal thought to himself, if Naron woke up, he would rush to fight him as soon as possible.

Taking advantage of the darkness, the uninvited guests of Charvey's house left quietly.

The moment the door closed, a pair of green eyes opened at the same time.

"Sleeping young man" Naren opened his sober and bright eyes and slowly covered his face.