Pampered by Millions

    Princeloo Museum was surrounded by bustling reporters and the public. The dazzling yellow cordon was opened in the oldest and most expensive exhibition hall of the museum. The only interstellar reporters allowed to enter were carefully filming with high magnification lenses. The empty Plexiglas box, one day ago, contained the most valuable ancient text on the planet: a paper poem written in semi-liquid rare metal, and now, the glass box has not been damaged in the slightest. Next, the collection of poems disappeared, leaving only the smiley logo printed on the box.

    The symbol of the thief.

    Since he stole the earthly rose in Jade Leng Cui half a year ago, the thief codenamed "Ying" became famous. He replaced the card where the ruby ​​forehead was originally placed, and the smiling face on the card became A sign that the thief must leave every time he commits a crime.

    The royal wanted order worth 100 million stars issued by Anderson has made countless bounty hunters flock to it, and chasing the thief has become one of the most popular activities in recent years. The only regret is that according to the wanted order In particular, the gold masters wanted a living warbler, which made the already easy hunt even more difficult.

    No one has seen the face of the thief, the only feature is the rare dark eyes.

    "According to the current information, the thief's gene level is at least B-level or above, and he has a very good space manipulation ability." The first interstellar news in the morning is the news of the thief, Ah Nolan stopped and took a glass of water from the table next to him: "We speculate that he decomposed his space into extremely fine pieces, put them into a seamless, high-density treasure box, and then gathered the pieces together. , annexed the poetry collection."

      Ability, the higher the gene level, the stronger the controllability of space. Humans with excellent S-level genes can drive a space starship by themselves.

    In history, the most outstanding gene creator on record is the founder of the Anderson dynasty, Horn Anderson, who enjoys a monster-like SSS-level gene that can make millions of The army was annihilated into powder in an instant.

    "Are you reading the news about Orioles again?" The mecha pilot who belonged to the same unit as him leaned on the door frame and complained to Anoran, with most of his face buried in the shadows: "It will be too late if you don't leave. I really don't want to stay on the starship anymore."

    The handsome three princes have closed the current affairs projection. They are in the task force directly under the military department. Half a year later, he was about to arrive in his homeland, and even he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

    "The museum where he committed the crime yesterday is the planet where we docked for supplies in the morning," Anoran said as he walked: "It's a bit of an accident."

    "I'm also surprised..." The mecha pilot lowered his voice: "The famous Hela starship actually gets airsick, and it really isn't easy to ride a ride."

    "Hello."

    The black-eyed thief smiled at him, even though he was still the mecha pilot's plain face, he was indescribably seductive against the background of his eyes, the powerful and unfamiliar sense of oppression made Chao Deng The surrounding air was compressed, and he violently used space power to pull up the inorganic silicon floor between himself and the third prince, and manipulated the huge floor to smash at Anoran—

    After the smoke dissipated, only the comatose mecha pilot was left on the ground. Anoran quickly opened his eyelids, light brown, the thief had disappeared, and was on the mecha pilot's forehead , with a big sticky smiley face.

    Anolan looked down and found that the contactor he was wearing on his wrist was gone.

    At this moment, there were still two minutes before the starship landed on Emerald Green. Chao Deng held Anoran's contact device. After finally cracking the password with the cracking device, he called up the address book and pressed Lighted up Horn's portrait inside.

    In a split second, Horn accepted the communication.

    "Third Brother?"

    "I am facing the light."

    In the returned image, a delicate face was looking at him, with flowing eyes and pale tear moles. Horn's expression remained unchanged, but he was very surprised in his heart. Instead, wait for the other side to speak.

    "Let's make a deal?" With more than a minute left, he spoke at a faster rate towards the lamp: "The stolen poems from the Princelu Museum, exchange for the sand whalebone dagger of Caesar III in your hand, promise ?"

    "Why?"

    Horn raised his eyebrows slightly.

    "It is said that you like ancient books," Chao Deng smiled, the curvature of his lips and the smile in his eyes were calculated to easily arouse people's desire: "I want A gem on a dagger."

    Of course, because I want to soak you, I can't guess, I can't guess.

    "Okay," Horn nodded: "How to change?"

    There was a noise from the other end, and the whole person shook the light and disappeared from the screen. The sound of explosions and running sounded incessantly. It took more than a minute to hear the sound of the light. He seemed to be Roaring from far away: "Wait! Me! Come! Find! You! Ah!"

    "Horn," the screen shifted, he saw Anoran's frowning eyebrows: "What did he tell you?"

      thing?"

    "He's dressed as a mecha driver..." Arnolan paused and turned the contactor in the direction, and Horn watched a group of shouting soldiers checking their body Items carried: "He touched his stoppers all over before escaping."

    After being stunned for a while, Horn realized that he could not help showing a sincere smile.

    [Love is worth one and a half stars. ]

    The thin white night stars move slowly in the universe, the world is clear, firm and powerful, the jadeite wakes up from the morning light, and returns to the rental house from the outside with a fruity energy drink in the mouth of the lamp The villa is located in the center of the city and is run by a charming red-haired proprietress. It is a private hotel with a good reputation among tourists and artists. Above the balcony on the top floor of the villa is Anderson's eternally noble and majestic palace. Corresponding with Horn, a week has passed.

    Sure enough, when I drank the last drink at the lamp and approached the white wooden fence of the villa, the system prompt sounded in my mind: [There are emotional fragments nearby. ]

    Although the system couldn't identify who the fragment was, it was no problem to find the general direction of the fragment. He threw away the vegetable plastic bag containing the drink and looked up to see the big red-haired woman with drawing tools next to her. The young man, the other party has warm short brown hair and eyes of the same color, white skin, and a tall and thin body commonly seen by artists. Noticing his return, the landlord's sister waved cheerfully: "Zhao Deng, did you bring me breakfast? "

    "Yes," because his name was not marked on the wanted notice, he simply used his real name when registering at the hotel, took out steaming food from the space and handed it to his sister, facing the lamp He glanced at the brown-haired youth seemingly unintentionally: "New neighbor?"

    "Well, his name is Joe, he lives next door to you, and we should get along well."

    "Of course," he turned his face and smiled at the young man: "I am facing the lamp~"

    "Hello."

    The young man shook hands with him politely. When he saw the hand outstretched by the other party, his brown eyes were startled. Out of the desire to lick, lick and play, no thief will get his hands dirty, keeping his fingers flexible and clean is the foundation of the thief's success in stealing. Smooth and soft, the young man resisted the urge to leave traces on it, and let go of the facing lamp with a dull expression.

    The landlord's sister asked Chaodeng to lead Qiao up by the way, he agreed without hesitation, and the two went up the stairs one after the other, waiting for Qiao to start tidying up her new house, leaning lazily on the Chaodeng Look at him at the door.

    Not only the eye color, but also the body shape has changed. I remember the last time I saw the Fifth Prince himself, although he was thin, he was not such a very slender figure.

    "Are you a painter?"

    "Yes, Jadeite is the artistic capital of the whole interstellar," the brown eyes looked slightly curiously: "What about you, are you also traveling?"

    You guys look like you.

    "I'm here to make an appointment," Chao Deng seemed a little distressed: "However, the person who made the appointment seems to be very busy recently, so it's not convenient to find."

    "You didn't contact him?"

    Zhao Deng smiled and shook his head, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but finally changed the subject casually.

    Because they lived together and were of the same age, they became acquainted with Qiao within a few days of the morning light. Seeing Qiao come back with a large bag of snacks, he giggled and reached out to touch it, and the painter's mouth Holding a cigarette, watching his movements gently, and waiting for Chao Deng to start eating, Qiao said, "Are you going to play on Feilengcui's National Day?"

    “…?”

    "There are cross-dressing and parades every year during the festival, and the flea market is also the biggest of the year." Joe nodded while watching him eat, his eyes unconsciously softened: "Let's go together?"

    Since the last era, Hella has been known as the most habitable planet, and the emerald is of course its most dazzling pearl. On the National Day, the capital is empty and the sun is shining , singing crowds, slow ramps pass the grand float, the golden flowers celebrating the festival fall on the cross of the Holy See, Chao Deng and Joe are squatting in the flea market to buy things, it is indeed the largest free trade market in a year, from the city center. In the beginning, there were stall owners selling goods in a radius of seven or eight hundred miles.

    "This, this," Kao Lan reached out to pick up the black dressing box on the stall, with one year's experience of stealing around the world, he felt that his ability to discern treasures was super: "Jojojo, buy this."

    The brown-haired and brown-eyed young man leaned over helplessly: "I'll be tricked by you again, and I won't have any money for smoking and drinking this month."

    "Where does an artist come from so many material pursuits?" Chao Deng asked the boss to agree and opened the box: "The fake bracelet just now was purely accidental... Huh?" He lowered his voice and clicked on the box endoscope The groove inlaid with gemstones on the surface: "This, it seems to be semi-liquid metal."

    "How do you know?"

    Joe also lowered her voice cooperatively.

    “…”

    Because I stole it, the poetry collection you want is written with this kind of treasure.

     toward the light hahahaha: "I see."

    The warm brown eyes gave him a half-smile, and just when he thought Qiao would put down the box and leave, the other party stretched out his hand to look at the price and clicked on the payment screen.

    "Have you earned it? Will you have the wine next month?" Chao Deng smiled and said, "Do you think you are convinced?"

    "Serve."

    "Insincere."

    "Please drink."

    "It's not sincere."

    “…the cigarette money is mine?”

     "Good~"

    He patted the young man on the head, the carnival continued, the crowd in costumes was like a colorful tide, this world both affirmed everything and denied everything, the brown-haired young man looked down at him, and suddenly said : "You said you came to see someone, have you seen it now?"

    "No," Zhao Deng paused and said, "It's really not easy to see him."

    "A friend?"

    Of course not.

    "It's someone I like."

    Zhao Deng smiled, his ink-like eyes hooked into a crescent moon, his voice has never changed, when he speaks and laughs like he can pull out sticky candy, the young man beside him has eyebrows There was a trace of surprise in the interim, followed by his unnatural voice: "Ah... girlfriend?"

    "I haven't caught it yet," Zhao Deng touched his chin: "But it may be in the future."

    [Love is worth two stars. ]

    The person beside him patted him on the shoulder, and hung it on Joe's body. The thin young man let him lean against him like a boneless man.

    Above their heads, the clouds are long gone.

    After that, Qiao took the initiative to come to him several times. Unexpectedly, the other party was really good at painting. The streets, crowds, and lights in his paintings were very beautiful and realistic, as if there was a certain Seeing that Chao Deng liked it, Qiao offered to help him paint a portrait.

    "Okay," Zhao Deng agreed: "Are there any charges?"

    Joe shook his head and sat down in front of him, and the brown-haired youth took out a pencil and slowly drew the line.

    "Is it inconvenient to talk about yourself?" Joe observed his expression, "It's better to know the characters and draw them."

    "What?"

    "The...girlfriend mentioned last time?"

    "He," Zhao Deng held his face, his eyes flickered: "Actually, I had a bad impression some time ago, because my hand was broken when we first met."

    “… uh.”

    "After thinking about the situation at the time, he was already very kind." Looking down at his hands, he said softly: "Like you, I also rely on my hands to eat, he is a public Characters, although they are about the same age as us, they are super powerful. I have been paying attention to him a long time ago. In order to attract his attention, I did some strange things... Saying so much, it seems useless? "

    "No, very useful."

      This voice belongs to a young man in his early twenties. When he speaks, the end of his voice rises slightly unconsciously, which sounds gentle and close to people.

    In the early winter of Hela, there was fine snow mixed with rain, and night came quietly. The shadow of stardust drifted across the crowded laughter at the crossroads. Magnificent, even at night, the interior is as bright as day.

    Eating, drinking and having fun every day, as a thief, he has been silent for nearly a month.

    Just after the National Day is the annual art festival, the lanterns are mixed in the crowd and the people are dressed in formal clothes, staring at the masterpieces of masters that are admired and watched by countless people, trying to figure out how to steal them go for it.

      The lover who turned his back to the visitor could not see his face, but judging from the strength of the king's embrace and the general size of the person in his arms, he must have loved him very much, and it was a male.

    Light blond hair, green eyes, except for the gorgeous and complicated decorative military uniform, the exquisite and handsome appearance of Horn Anderson is almost exactly the same as the descendant with the same name as him a hundred years later. Raise your eyebrows.

    On this point alone, I have to steal it to show the sincerity of Laozi and the fifth prince.

    He followed the moving crowd to the front of the painting, the man beside him with a big brain was doing something with a gentle lady, the lady seemed to be concerned about the difference in identities between the two and swallowed her voice. Chao Deng silently mobilized the space and kicked the man out. Taking advantage of the commotion in the crowd, he grabbed the portrait and quickly smiled.

    This pattern was chosen largely because of its simplicity. It only takes three strokes, and it is easy to pretend.

    "The thief! The sign of the thief!"

    "Call the police! The painting has been stolen!"

    "Seal the exit—! Damn, don't **** squeeze!"

    Zhao Lamp pressed the painting into his space, and he threw the continuous noise and cursing behind him. He just walked out of the oil paint revolving door of the exhibition hall, and there was a tall and straight elegant young man not far away. Let the footsteps towards the lamp stop.

    The world suddenly became silent, the crowds disappeared, only the quiet light filled the whole space, the young man who looked like the ancient painting walked towards the light, he looked at the face of the black-eyed thief Unconcealed surprise and fleeting joy, long emerald eyes closed slightly.

    Unwittingly, he has entered Horn's space. The other party seems to be able to manipulate such a large area with ease. It is not necessary to say how unfavorable it is to be completely in someone else's domain. Horn could kill him in an instant.

    "Why...?"

    "You don't come to me, I have to find you."

    The young man with light blond hair approached him, his slightly pale arms rubbed his face, and finally stopped on the delicate earlobe of the lamp: "Would you like to check your painting?"

    The black-eyed thief's cheeks were flushed, he turned his head to avoid Horn's cold fingers, but was pinched punitively, he stopped dodging towards the lamp with a little pain, and stroked with one hand Open space to take out the antique that was stolen a few minutes ago.

    Looking again, his movements froze in the air.

    I don't know when, the original warm picture of embracing turned into a beauty locked on a throne, his ankles were tightly wrapped around bells, and his thin white fingers were covered with gems, The metal woven corolla on his head hangs down naturally. Apart from that, there are no foreign objects in his body. He seems to be imprisoned in a huge underground treasure house. Apart from the ethereal light and the endless piles of gold and silver treasures, there is nothing in the picture. windows and no sun.

    Zhao Deng can't see the face of the person in the painting very carefully, but the person is obviously very close to his original eye color and hair color, this looming unknown is the most troubling, Seeing this painting was like seeing myself locked in a luxurious prison cell full of treasures, and I had no time to sort out the situation, only to hear the delicate and beautiful young man whisper: "I remember saying last time, when we meet again, give I see your face."

    “…”

    Take a look, you are beautiful.

    "Poems are in your hands..."

    Horn's hand slid down towards the side of the lamp a little bit, and suddenly transferred his power to destroy the easy container he hid--

      The voice is unreasonably creepy.

    "The treasure and you are mine."