Intergalactic Era of Gossip

Alida was guilty. Since learning that Langa has something to do, he has fallen into an inexplicable depression, so that he has no intention of taking care of himself.

The itchy body now seems to be because I haven't bathed in a few days?

Lei Da asked: "Where is Langa?"

"Running again." Naren said, "Don't worry, I will treat him well after catching him."

Levitra: "Entertainment?"

Narren: "Of course, he deceived you, so he has to pay a price."

Ellida rejected the proposal and said: "He didn't complete his attempt from me anyway."

Narendra said: "Elida, you will only encourage those villains who are full of lies."

Lilida still insists on his own opinions, and there is a central point in his words, which is that although he was deceived by his feelings, he did not suffer in some aspects, and he still made a little profit.

Narren: "..." I don't really want to continue talking.

Ellida hissed.

Narren: "What's the matter?"

The big man shook his head, smiled and said nothing.

-If Narren, a clean guy, knew that he seemed to have fleas on his body and stung him, then their friendship might be facing a huge challenge.

Even if he didn't tell the story of the "fleas" growing on his body, Naron couldn't communicate with Levitra anymore. After the matter was resolved, Sells, who had returned from picking up the car, honked his whistle outside the house.

Then, Levitra watched as his friend got into the opposite car happily again. Through the rolled down car window, he also saw Sells bend over to fasten his friend's seat belt.

Levitra: "..."

At this moment, Sells raised his head and looked in his direction. There was no expression on the stern face of the Imperial Marshal. Even though Naryn had told him not long ago that he had developed a brand new friendship with Sells, Lelida could not convince himself that the look in his eyes was friendly.

Naryn seemed to have said something, Sells' eyebrows loosened, his expression became gentle, and his gaze moved away.

Levitra: "..."

Is this the so-called one on the surface and one on the back?

Ming has reconciled and repaired with Narren, but actually has no good intentions, just wait for the prey to relax his vigilance, and quickly kill him?

The more Lelida thinks about it, the more he feels that this is the case, and there is a strong worry in his heart that his friend has been deceived.

Maybe he should try something out, but...

"hiss!"

The force of this flea bite is so great that he has to go back and take care of himself first.

While thinking, the two of them drove off Cher Street quickly. Lei Da reacted afterwards, he seemed to be forced to take a Sals car?

Then how can he go back!

Naryn didn't realize that he had abandoned his little friend on the chaotic Shere Street, and when he returned to the Charvey House, he was close to dinner. So he politely invited: "Go in?"

Sayles immediately said: "Okay."

Narren: "..." No, he just asked casually.

But Sells seemed to take it seriously. He happily unfastened his seat belt, and when he was about to get out of the car, his face was embarrassing and said: "But I look a little embarrassed now." He saw his appearance in the rearview mirror.

Having just experienced a fight, he obviously didn't want to visit the Charveys so casually.

Naryn thought, then don't go!

Sells said again: "We are similar in shape, so why don't we take me to a new coat from the side door first."

Naryn was silent.

Sells was injured: "Naren?"

Narren said: "Well, come with me."

Sells got out of the car with joy, and followed Naryn to the side door.

The attendants at the front door: "..."

I was about to step forward to welcome the owner back, but I seemed to see something extraordinary-the little prince of his own self-cleanliness, suspected of taking people home secretly?

The house of Xia Erwei's house is actually not big, there are not many vacant rooms or gorgeous decoration, the backyard is an elegant courtyard. Going across the promenade and going inside, you will find Naron's residence.

"You sit down for a while, and I'll choose some clothes for you."

Naryn placed Sells on the sofa, planning to search in the closet by himself. All his cabinets are full of high-definition suits and shirts, as well as a few pajamas and vintage-style prince uniforms... Huh?

"boom!"

He quickly closed the cabinet door.

Sells probe curiously asked: "What's the matter?"

Naryn covered the closet with his body: "It's okay, you are seated."

Duny's outfit is also placed inside.

For a while, he was a little nervous.

Fortunately, Sells didn't seem to notice the abnormality and didn't continue to look at him. Naryn reopened the closet and searched for a few coats. Although the two are not much different in body shape, there is still a difference. Sells's physique should be a bit taller than him, so he found a few that were not so close to him.

"The shirt is dirty too."

Naryn shook his hand and turned around to find that Sayles was already standing behind him.

Not only that, he also took off his jacket. The shirt inside is pale in color, and you can see a brown blood stain on the placket when you look up close.

Naryn nodded, quickly picked out a vest, and then closed the cabinet door with a bang.

Sells smiled.

—I have seen it.

"Ah, I thought you would give me a shirt or something. I heard that the prince's clothes were all made by master?"

Naryn shook his head: "Occasionally I also shop online."

Sells: "..."

Naren said: "The only downside is that the size will vary, which doesn't fit me very well."

He used his gaze to measure Sells' figure and nodded: "You should be wearing it just right."

Sells put on his waistcoat in front of him, and found that it fits his body and perfectly blocked the dirt on his shirt.

Naryn expressed his appreciation with satisfaction.

"Maybe I should change the bad review of the store. It seems that this vest is still very good."

Sells: "..."

Naryn suddenly became interested, and he told Sells to continue to sit back on the sofa without disturbing himself. Then the whole person threw himself into his closet, selected a pair of trousers suspected to be purchased online and held it in front of Sells.

"Try it."

The marshal who was able to take off his pants grandiosely the first time he came here was in a delicate mood.

Naryn didn't intend to observe the process of other people changing clothes, turned around and walked into the inner room, poured a glass of water, after thinking about it, went to the bathroom to wash his face. Naren, who was suffering from cleanliness, felt that his body was covered with dust and dirt. He untied his cuffs, rolled it up to his elbows, and washed them carefully.

Thinking that Sells should have changed his clothes, he walked out slowly.

Then, he met a pair of cold eyes.

"sit."

The man wearing gold glasses spit out a word indifferently.

Naryn was stunned.

"Why, not happy to see me coming back?"

Naryn shook his head.

Yamin Charvy, his elder brother whom he had not seen for many days, finally ended his long wedding anniversary interstellar tour, and now sits in his living room.

He subconsciously looked for Sells and found that the other party had changed his pants and sat on the other side of the sofa with a calm face.

The corners of Yaming's mouth were a little broken: "Am I disturbing something?"

His gaze slowly swept from his brother's slightly sloppy clothes to the other man, without a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

Naren was inexplicably guilty, but there was nothing wrong with thinking about it carefully. His elder brother had been guilty of yin and yang since he was a child. Maybe something touched his heartstrings. So he thought for a while, sat next to Sells, and quietly glanced at his pants from the corner of his eye, and found that the length was just right.

Yaming coughed.

"There are guests at home, why don't you bring them out and introduce them."

Naryn was speechless: "Brother, he is Sells, don't you know it?"

Of course Yaming knew Sells.

As the brother of a female compatriot, he was very aware of some of the small nine in Naryn's heart, and also knew that there was a gap between him and the imperial marshal. To this end, he also persuaded a few words, wanting to make Narren enough, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

But... thinking of the scene he saw when he entered the door, his heart was very heavy-what happened, why did a man take off his pants in his brother's room? !

He was pretty sure that the relationship between the two of them was not friendly before they set off for a trip with his wife Shiryl. Naron hates a person and will stubbornly hate it forever.

During his absence in the imperial capital, something terrible must have happened!

Sells smiled: "Sorry, I missed my hand just now. I was too aggressive to attack."

Naryn: "...what?"

Yaming wiped the corners of his broken lips, exuding an air-conditioning frantically: "It's okay, I was impulsive."

Seeing the suspicious man appearing in his brother's room, it was unavoidable that he couldn't control his emotions as a brother.

Naryn squinted, as if realizing something, sat up straight, and began to exhale cold air as well.

"What can you do for me?"

Something did happen. After hearing about his younger brother's recent situation, he ended his vacation early, but he ran into such a thing. Looking at Naryn's attitude, instead of feeling wrong, he also stirred up emotions?

"I'll take Ilia home."

As early as after getting married, Yaming moved out of the Charvey's house and lived a two-person world with his wife. When Ilia was born, he ran a happy family of three. On this trip, he entrusted his daughter to his younger brother.

"Is she still safe?"

Naren gave a deep look, his daughter didn't have any points in his heart?

Yaming knows well: "I will educate her well when I go back."

Naren gave a cruel smile: "Waiting for good news."

Yaming: "..." His well-behaved brother was suspected of being tortured by his lawless daughter.

Naryn glanced at the time and said to his brother, "I have something else."

The dazzling chasing order.

Yaming didn't move, and his cold eyes fell on Sells, who replied with a decent smile.

He squinted and was about to say something, but suddenly found that the vest on the opponent's body was also familiar.

Yaming: "..." Look at my brother, who always pays attention to appearance in front of outsiders, why is it messy with his cuffs rolled up?

At this moment, Naryn stood up, found the medicine cabinet from the corner, and fetched the medicinal liquor.

He poured the liquor into his palm, took Sells's hand, and wiped it around.

"This effect is very good. It will treat bruises, come on."

Yaming's whole body is not well, and he asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing!"

Naryn was inexplicably: "Sales is injured."

-When fighting against gold-eaters.

Yaming couldn't accept it. He thought of the corners of his skinny mouth and looked at Sells's intact right hand. He was heartbroken for his brother's eccentricity!