One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

The star calendar is 803 years.

"Be careful. The one from the master's house came down today. If something went wrong, you are the ones to watch."

"Be quicker with your hands and feet."

"What are you doing standing there, is the backyard ready?"

"And the stairs, put the blankets on!"

The middle-aged lady with exquisite makeup is instructing people to clean the huge villa, which exudes a sense of simplicity.

But at this time, there are several housekeeping robots standing in the lobby, mopping and tidying the floor back and forth.

There is a virtual screen in the air next to it, and the interstellar news is being broadcast at this time.

The lady didn't care to watch the news, she was busy directing people to work.

Now is the interstellar era, and service robots are already very cheap. As long as they are not too poor to eat, they are almost one for everyone.

Therefore, it has long been out of manpower to do this kind of work.

However, in order to highlight their status, the upper class of the interstellar society will use servants instead.

Service robots have instead become assistants.

At this time, in the room upstairs, several teenagers came out of the game cabin, their faces flushed, obviously still immersed in the game, and they spoke passionately.

After discussing for a while, a boy suddenly said, "Brother Mao, I heard that your family is going to have a distinguished guest?"

The young man named Brother Mao was about sixteen or seventeen, handsome in appearance, and a handsome young man.

Brother Mao shrugged, "Who knows, I don't care about that."

He had heard his mother say that someone was coming, but he was too busy playing and didn't care about it, and he didn't know who was coming.

Seeing that they couldn't find anything new to ask, the teenagers changed the topic.

"It's quite boring, why don't you call your companion and go to Dou Zhuan Chang to play around?"

"Okay." Several teenagers were excited.

"I haven't been there for a few days, Brother Mao, are you going?"

Everyone looked at Brother Mao, obviously he was the most useful among the group of teenagers.

"Let's go."

Several teenagers packed up and went downstairs immediately.

The noble lady was still in the hall, and when she saw them going downstairs to go out, her face darkened, "Sikong Mao, you want to go out?"

"Go out and play for a while."

"Didn't I tell you..."

"Oh, Mom, I'll be right back."

Before the lady could speak, the teenagers frolicked and disappeared.

The noble lady frowned, but she couldn't do anything about her son who had been spoiling and growing up.

…

Sikong Mao said he would play for a while, but in reality he got home very late, but the house was still brightly lit and people were coming and going.

Those boys all went home, and behind Sikong Mao was a boy who was about his age.

He walked slowly, and where he walked, blood dripped faintly.

"What are you doing?" Sikong Mao stopped a servant: "Why are there so many people?"

"Miss is here." Seeing that the clothes on Sikong Mao's body were a bit messy, the servant reminded again, "Young master, hurry up and change your clothes, sir and wife have been looking for you for a long time."

"What Miss?" Sikong Mao was puzzled, isn't he the only son in his family?

"Miss of the master's house." The servant is also very helpless, everyone is busy these days, has the master never cared about it?

Fortunately, Sikong Mao still had something in his mind, he knew what the host's house was, so he didn't ask any more questions, and went to the brightly lit side.

After walking a few steps, he stopped suddenly, turned his head to look at the young man who was following him far away, "Go back to your residence, don't show up these few days."

The boy stopped where he was, without saying a word.

Sikong Mao was obviously dissatisfied with his attitude, but in the end he just cursed, ignored him, and left directly.

After Sikong Mao's figure disappeared into the bright lights, the boy turned around and walked towards the second-floor building not far away.

…

Sikong Wu went back to his residence - the basement of the small building.

It's dark and damp here, with only one lamp lighting it, vaguely illuminating the outline of this small basement.

Sikong Wu took off his clothes, skillfully dug out things to clean up the wounds on his body, and applied medicine.

He is Sikong Mao's companion slave.

Who would have thought that in this technologically advanced interstellar world, the word slave would be used again.

Those disciples from wealthy and powerful aristocratic families can choose their own servants after they turn fourteen.

Interstellar has always been facing various dangers, and attacks from Zerg, Star Thief, and other races have occurred from time to time.

Therefore, when people are needed on the front line, there will be quotas for enlistment, and those who meet the age requirements must go to the battlefield.

But some people don't want to let their children go.

So there is the appearance of companion slaves, and when needed, let companion slaves replace them.

This unspoken rule is tacitly approved by the government, so the companion slave is a customary rule.

It's okay to meet a good family disciple, and you can still be half a young master. If you are lucky, maybe there will be no wars in those few years, no one is needed at the top, and once the age is over, nothing will happen.

encounter bad...

That's probably what happened to him.

After treating the wound well, Sikong Wu lay down on the cold bed, and soon passed out.

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma, his body was so hot that he spent a few days in a daze.

Sikong Mao didn't show up during this period, so he had enough time to recuperate from his injuries.

Sikong Wu felt better, left the basement and went upstairs.

He took a look at the majestic villa, except that there were more people than usual, and he couldn't see anything unusual.

Taking advantage of Sikong Mao not having time to trouble him, he planned to go out for a while.

…

Sikong Wu didn't expect him to be so unlucky, Sikong Mao didn't look for him a few days ago, but he was better today, and when he went out for a trip, Sikong Mao bumped into him.

Si Kongmao's parents doted on him extremely, plus his family background was so good, he wanted the wind to get the wind, and the rain to get the rain, so he developed an arrogant and domineering temperament.

Sikong Mao did not teach him a lesson in a place where there were people like before, but dragged him to a place where there was no one.

"Sikong Wu, you're terrible, you dare to sneak out behind my back! Did I allow you to go out?"

The branch whipped me and it hurt.

But Sikong Wu gritted his teeth and didn't say a word. Even if the wound on his body might have opened, he didn't respond, as if he was numb.

Being born like this made Si Kongmao even more angry.

"Sikong Mao, what are you doing?"

The girl's voice drifted in with the wind, it was sweet and soft, but she couldn't hear any emotion.

When Sikong Mao heard the voice, he stopped immediately, and the ferocity on his face subsided instantly.

Sikong Wu watched Sikong Mao's face-changing speed, followed the sound and looked to the side.

There stood a little girl in a beautiful little dress, with golden hair that came up to her waist.

The facial features are beautiful and delicate, like a doll, beautiful but fragile.

With her hands behind her back, she stood beside a cluster of green plants, her eyes were clear and bright, and her body was full of vitality.

"Miss, why are you here?" Sikong Mao greeted him with a smile, "Shall I take you back?"

The person on the opposite side ignored him, but tilted his head to look at him instead, "Who is that?"

Sikong Mao seemed to be afraid that she would see her, so he blocked her sight, "Miss is nothing but an ignorant servant, shall we go back?"