Intergalactic Era of Gossip

Sells stared at him for a long time, as if he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but after a long time he didn't say anything.

His attitude of hesitation and cessation made Narren very nervous, always feeling that he would be finished in the next second.

Sayles finally spoke: "I...I was surprised."

What a coincidence, I am surprised myself. Naryn weeped blankly.

After that, the two sides fell silent, and the scene was a bit embarrassing for a while.

In the atmosphere of the inexhaustible words, Sells let go of his hand and held him tightly, his tone was alienated: "But I already have a quasi-partner."

Naryn said, "I know everything," and quickly said, "Bless you."

Sells: "..."

Maybe this true love brain fan is too neurotic, and the imperial marshal can't figure out his brain circuits... In the end, he just asked the adjutant to put aside the actor who was completely immobile and planned to leave.

Before leaving, Sells took a deep look at him, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "I remember you."

The gray-green eyes slowly widened, and the complicated and indistinguishable emotions seemed about to overflow-being confessed by such a greasy stubble man, indeed, it is hard to forget.

When Sells turned away and walked away, Naron was still immersed in the speechless shame.

What is he here for? Shouldn't the correct development be that he silently watched Sells make a fool of himself? Why is it that he is the one who is unlucky in the end?

"It's so affectionate."

He was patted on the shoulder, and the little freckled man comforted him: "But the marshal belongs to everyone, I want to start."

Naryn's eyes were deep and his face was vicissitudes of life: "No, I don't understand."

The freckled man decided to be a confidant brother and enlightened: "Actually, it is not difficult. As long as you adjust your mentality, everything will be fine."

Naryn frowned: "I don't understand, don't you like Sells very much?"

Freckled man: "Yes."

Naryn squinted his eyes and glanced over the quail-shaped fans one by one, and asked: "Then why did you all have no response when he appeared just now?"

No response is a decent statement. In fact, this group of people are simply afraid to show up, bowing their heads all the way to reduce their sense of existence, and it doesn't seem like a reaction to seeing an idol.

The freckled man coughed: "The marshal is not a celebrity artist. I saw him and wanted to hide."

Midi One feels the same: "I don't dare. Some people can only look far away."

The freckled man has a heavy complexion: "So, don't expect to play tricks, brother."

Narren: "..." No, I don't.

The eyes of the man with freckles were full of meaning, as if he was looking at an ally who was sinking into mud feet and was almost sick.

Mountainside, courtyard, viewing platform.

Mora put down the instrument in her hand with a strange expression. Although the terminal can shoot distant scenes, it is not so good that it can record sound. Therefore, everything that happens at the foot of the mountain is presented to the audience in the form of a "mime".

Although I could not hear the sound, I could still smell the rapidly changing smell of gunpowder in the picture.

"Why are there so many beard scenes?"

"What the **** did the marshal say! I am anxious to death!"

"Is there anyone who understands lip language translate it."

"There are too many stubbles, I can't tell what the beard said, only some conversations between the marshal and the baby face."

"What did they say?!"

"Babyface said he was the one who spent the night with the marshal..."

"Fucking shameless!"

"Then the marshal pierced him, it was just a liar."

"..."

"After the Marshal released the missing person notice, I had a hunch that some extreme fans with bad intentions might show the lower limit, as expected."

"Babyface is really a scheming boy. I was forced to sleep. Fortunately, the marshal is a wise martial artist!"

"So why did the beard come here?"

"What role does he play in it?"

"let us."

"Step into the truth."

"Uncover!"

"Asha Empire."

"The biggest secret of the year."

"...The previous ones, you guys really know how to play."

"Am I the only one who cares about the marshal holding the bearded hand?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

The live broadcast platform was overwhelmed by "..." one after another. Mora adjusted the lens and appeared in the center of the screen in due course. The daughter of the general who had been dressed up was a little different from the heroic image of the past, and soon some people refocused their attention on her.

Mora was very simple: "Don't ask me, I don't know."

The comment area suddenly wailed.

"But..." Mora prolonged the ending, pretending to be mysterious: "I know that short red-haired man, maybe I can ask him afterwards."

Flowers and sports cars were smashed out like no money in an instant.

Mora glanced at the time: "It's time for dinner. Let's pause for a while. When I come back, I will show you a big man in secret."

She showed a charming smile. After leaving a suspense, she interrupted the recording regardless of the retention of the audience in the live broadcast room.

After Sells entered the hot spring club, the fans began to have a picnic. As an A-level scenic spot, the sunset volcano is a good outing place. Young men and women are in groups, chatting and laughing under the breeze and the sun. It is indeed a seductive picture-if they are not in a row around the clubhouse gate.

The farce finally ended, and finally peace was restored.

Naryn let out a long sigh of relief and rejected the kind invitation of the freckled man, making it clear that he did not plan to have a picnic with them.

Although the direction of the matter did not go as he wanted, he did not lose himself. He should also go back, as the host of the banquet, it is not good not to show up for a long time.

"Wait!" someone stopped him.

Naryn looked back and found that it was another follower of Sells, Adjutant Andrew.

Andre was a serious and dull person. He spoke stubbornly: "This is the most famous medicated bath bag in the clubhouse. It is very effective for healing the body. The marshal asked me to give it to you."

Naryn was stunned, his eyes fell on the beautifully packaged box, and he didn't react for a long time.

Andre put the box into Narren's hand in an unresistible gesture. After seeing the slightly disturbed emotions in the other's eyes, he explained in a low voice.

"Don't worry, I paid."

Narren: "..." No, this is not the point.

Andre did not leave him room for polite shirk, and immediately returned after the things were delivered.

-Only a man with long curly hair and a beard is left, holding a medicine bag in his left hand, and a medicated bath bag gift box in his right hand, exuding a mystery of melancholy.