Intergalactic Era of Gossip

"Ah, I've never seen such a bad dress! It's really challenging my aesthetics, like a... colorful ball!"

Narren was a little unconvinced: "Oops? Why don't I think."

Ollie covered his eyes exaggeratedly, indicating that he was hurt.

The other contestants couldn't help laughing.

"How come there is such a funny Chow Chow?"

"Hahaha so stupid."

"Oh my god, if I dress up my dear like this, she will probably break up with me after I go out."

"..."

Participants gathered together with their "pets" to comment on the Chow Chow. They are not NPC Ollie, and their words are more straightforward. Even if there is not much malice, the person concerned will become unhappy after listening to it for a long time.

Naryn looked around coldly—the ignorant young man, do you know who you are laughing at?

The hottest real power in the empire, the head of the Monte family, a galaxy idol with a large number of followers!

If today’s events spread, the people who were ridiculed and attacked by the crowd would become them.

——You must know that for idols, Sells’s fans are always ready.

However, the dog-head mask on Narren's face-the image of the character when entering the scene uniformly refers to the mask pattern-to a large extent weakened the lethality of the eyes. Even because of the mask, the lovers who got in love are even more happy.

"Look, his partner is still wearing a dog mask."

"Hahaha he still stared at us."

"This looks really good."

"Hahaha the dog face and his fat dog."

...

The prince who was overwhelmed by "hahaha" gradually darkened his face.

He originally tossed Sells deliberately with a teasing mind, and even thought of using it as a heavyweight black material, which he would take out to mock him from time to time in the days to come.

As a result, Sells was really embarrassed, as he expected.

The prince who persecuted the evil "successful trickery", but did not have the expected joy.

His gaze fell on the sullen Chow Chow, his head hung down, lying prone on the table in the middle, his tail swung weakly twice. A group of people gathered around and pointed and laughed from time to time.

The Chow Chow turned his head, and his dark eyes looked at him wet.

Naryn's heart jerked.

——He regrets it.

Even with the data shell, Sells himself is still under the shell, and all these ridicules and sarcasm are truly endured by him.

It shouldn't be like this.

Sells sincerely invited him to come and relax on vacation, but he was in such a situation because of his temporary evil taste. This is a bit too much... the green eyes show a certain emotion called guilt: even if unfortunately you get a clown mask, even if you accidentally become a stupid Chow Chow, the Imperial Marshal shouldn’t just be a joke, confession People make fun.

Sells yawned quietly, but it was not the case at all.

Last night, I went to Charvey’s house to steal incense. After I went back, I searched a bunch of holiday guides. I got up in the morning and rushed to pick someone up for a date. The marshal, who had a tight schedule, was a little sleepy at the moment.

Mental sleepiness.

The body composed of virtual data is not "tired", probably because he has been dressed up for too long, causing him to be a little lazy.

Now he wanted to end the game quickly and re-enter Naron's arms. If you are lucky, you can also enjoy the "touch of love" from the prince.

His wish was soon realized.

Naryn picked up his Chow Chow, with a calm face, first untied the ridiculous cloak, and then took off the exaggerated bow...Finally, he threw all the funny outfits aside.

Sells's face was startled, and then he found himself being held in front of referee Ollie.

Naren sneered: "It's just a piece of data that has been made. Your so-called evaluation comes from a superficial database, and you even brazenly claim that it has aesthetics?"

Sells turned his head, looking serious.

This familiar feeling is usually the beginning of a certain eloquent prince's preparation.

The referee Ollie was stunned. There was no answer to this sentence in his system. Naryn's questioning caused him to get stuck for a short time.

"this……"

"Aesthetics vary from person to person." Naren said lightly: "In my eyes, the lion is the best-looking."

Ollie: "..."

Sells: "..." Who is the little lion?

His Royal Highness, who was fighting over the data, patted the Chow Chow's head, his eyes became cold, and he pointed at the pets in the field.

"Pointy-mouthed monkey gills." The macaque was stunned.

"Fat and bloated." The round hamster stared wide-eyed.

"Short legs." Corgi stomped his feet with anger.

...

Naren unceremoniously evaluated the past one by one, and finally raised his Chow Chow.

"Even if he is not dressed up, he is much better than them."

Everyone: "..."

"These decorations are just cumbersome. No matter how gorgeous the dress is, if there is no decent foundation..." Naren glanced at the pets, showing pity, "It's just useless."

Ollie crashed.

After a few seconds, everyone later realized that their lovers had been insulted, and they were all furious, rolling up their sleeves and going to fight.

Naron had no fear: "There is no way to fight in non-fighting games."

Facts have proved that the old-fashioned game rules are the best protective barrier against guns.

So everyone resorted to scolding.

"Such a **** dog, nothing can compare to my dear!"

"I think you are ***!"

"&%)#￥!"

Naryn squeezed the Chow Chow in his arms: "I don't understand what they are saying at all."

Sells: "..."

Everyone: "Fucking#￥@&!!!"

Naryn turned around, turned his back to them, and solemnly said: "Even if you become a Chow Chow, you are still powerful and handsome."

Sells was really silent this time.

"..."

After a while, he licked his serious Royal Highness.

The intelligent system Ollie finally recovered.

"I declare that the winner of this round is the wheat cake team!"

Because there was no way to reply to Naren’s questioning, the system directly announced the final result after a short period of self-regulation. The hamster that Naren rated as “fat and bloated” won the game, and her team will Get a clue to the heart of everlasting love.

As for the fruit wine team... the pair who refused to accept the referee, challenged authority, and disrupted the order were mercilessly teleported out of the wooden house and dropped onto a desolate hillside.

Naryn: "..."

Sells sat on Narren's belly, his eyes pressed down deeply, and he asked, "Are you happy?"

Naryn was stunned, he slowly propped up his body and hugged the chubby Chow Chow.

"Sales..." He stretched out his fingers to straighten out the tousled fur. "What's wrong with you?"

Ask him in a low voice whether he is happy, which is obviously a sign of anger. That's right, compare heart to heart, if someone dares to put a bow on his head, he will definitely make that person pay a painful price.

Naren sighed.

Sells: "???"

Naryn asked tentatively: "Are you angry?"

Sells: "..."

Um?

The tail behind him swayed happily a few times.

why are you mad?

Naryn looked away and said with a guilty conscience: "This time I was too much. I shouldn't tease you like this."

After a short silence, Sells realized. He said, "No, I don't mind."

Naryn felt even more guilty.

"It's just data anyway, no one will know what happened to me."

Narren: "Sales..."

Sells realized that his comfort had been counterproductive, so he had no choice but to make a request, similar to "The bow tie just now made his forehead hurt", "The little cloak is too tight to strangle his neck"...

So the prince shunned him one by one.

Says sincerely said: "In fact, this kind of little game is also quite interesting."

He doesn't mind coming back several times.

Unfortunately, his wish finally fell through.

Naren, who was halfway along with the hair, suddenly went black, and when he woke up, he found that his perspective dropped epic. He looked around and found that the chow chow at his hand was gone, and the surrounding pebbles had turned into huge boulders. Then his body lost weight, and the whole person suddenly vacated!

"Ah, so cute."

Sells sighed and whispered from above his head.

Naryn raised his head and faced a familiar clown mask, surprised: "You have changed back."

Sells shook his head: "No, it should be said, we have changed conditions."

Naryn: "..."

Only then did he realize what was wrong!

Raising his hand, a shaggy fleshy claw appeared in his sight, lowered his head, and saw his chubby hairy belly.

Naryn was stunned: "I'm a dog?"

Sells leaned in front of him, a black milk cat reflected in his gentle eyes. The imperial marshal was serious, and seriously buried his face in Mao's belly and rubbed it.

Naryn: "..."

Damn it! what happened!

The touch is so real, and I feel like my whole body has been molested!

"Naren." Sells tightly circled a certain prince about to explode with his hands. The smile under the mask gradually got out of control. "Do you like scratching your chin?"

Naryn frowned and stared at him warily.

Then he was wary of uselessness, a pair of big hands went down, followed by a strange comfort from the chin, spreading all the way to the whole body, people couldn't help but "snoring".

Naryn: "..."

Sells chuckled lightly.

The strong reason supported Narn, he struggled to say: "Don't touch me."

The fingers on the chin suddenly stopped.

Sayles retracted his hand regretfully: "I thought you would like it."

Yes, he likes it.

Naryn's heart collapsed a little-the empty chin made people sad, and he was a little bit lost as soon as Sells left his hand.

No wonder Sells always rubbed him when he became a Chow Chow.

He originally thought this was another way for someone to take advantage of the opportunity, but now it seems that he misunderstood...this terrible sense of reality! Not only has the player turned into a pet state, but has also imitated the habits of pets?

Suddenly his eyes moved, and Sells hugged him and walked forward.

and many more--

"Sales, won't the games here be the style just now?"

If that were the case, he would definitely not cooperate!

Sayles said: "Don't worry, if you don't want to, we will just admit defeat."

Naryn: "..."

This is a man who makes people feel considerate and meticulous all the time, which makes his behavior even more naive and bad.

A big palm covered the top of his head, and the black milk cat relaxed his head completely and leaned against the marshal's chest.

His attitude seems to be tacit approval.

Under the clown mask, a smile gradually appeared in the dark eyes, and he gently touched the cat's head at a slow speed.

Fleshy, with a slight warmth, smoother than silk and softer than cotton. If he didn't consider the possibility of waving his claws and scratching people, he really wanted to **** in his belly again.