Intergalactic Era of Gossip

The most unlikely is often true.

Sells once suspected that Naron was in collusion with Chongxing, and he even suspected that the gold-eater's accomplice "Lan Chong" was sheltered by the prince and hid in the house of Xalvi's house.

He could not find any suspicious person’s check-in records in any hotel in the Imperial City. He even checked the cameras on major streets for this reason and found that the person disappeared near Hailin Street every time, and the residence of Xia Erwei’s house was located. In the center of Hailin Street.

Whenever the Lan insects have an accident and are in danger, Naren will always appear by coincidence. Whether it was the time on Langton Street, or the day of the date.

Although he always said that Lan Chong was full of lies, he had to admit that he was almost misled. For a long time, he had not thought about the possibility that Lan Chong was Naren, but he felt that he was in collusion with Chong Xing. And it has something to do with the scepter case.

Until the other party's flaws are getting more and more...

It turns out that he was wrong.

Naryn is the one-night stand he has been looking for.

The one who was as unlucky as himself that night was Narren, but he was a bit more miserable than himself.

He didn't have a deep impression of that night. It might be because of the medicine. He only vaguely remembered some vague pictures, knowing that he had left the ring of the Patriarch of the Monte family on that person.

The thought of such a proud person was actually **** by himself... Under the distraction, he rudely put the ring on some indescribable part... He couldn't help but touch his nose with a guilty conscience.

"No wonder you hate me so much." After his guilty conscience, the marshal laughed shamelessly.

Thinking about it now, Naron did a bunch of inexplicable things, probably just to bury it.

As for why it got mixed up with the gold eater? When the time comes, you can go to question the gold-eater, he looks much more honest.

Naryn nodded in his deep sleep. Sleeping in this position was uncomfortable, so Sells reached out and dragged his furry head.

Suddenly, he remembered the words of the bearded confession to him in front of the hot spring club. Looking at Narren's serious sleeping face again, his heart seemed to be scratched slightly by something.

—I really want to see the guy's face under Hu Stubble at the time.

Sometimes, Naryn Charvey is simply a mystery.

While the sleeping potion's effect was still there, he squeezed the soft paw hanging on the side, put it to his mouth and dropped a kiss in a gentle tone.

"His Royal Highness with outstanding deception skills, your trick has been seen through."

The aircraft quickly arrived at the trial court. Dia and others had already waited at the door first. They were surprised to see that the aircraft had not moved after landing.

Andre also arrived, and after waiting for a while, he asked: "Why haven't they come out yet?"

Dia guessed: "Should there be a fight?"

"It's okay, Naron is not the Marshal's opponent." Andre stood still, not seeming worried.

Dia squinted: "But I don't think it's so easy to fight."

The two looked at each other.

Dia: "Don't you think those two people are getting more and more weird?"

Andrei nodded.

"Why don't we ask?" Dia was eager to try: "Or try something else."

Andre refused decisively: "I don't participate, don't want me to accompany you."

Dia was very disappointed. The countless experience of failing made him feel that life has lost too much fun. He eagerly hopes to have a small partner who can advance and retreat together.

After a long time, the hatch finally opened.

Sells Monte, the central character of the subject, was holding his liar at the moment and appeared calmly in front of the crowd.

Naryn is slender and is not suitable for being hugged. The two long legs alone give people a sense of embarrassment that there is nowhere to put them. However, the person holding him is Sells, so this picture is not only unsuitable for being hugged. Abrupt, and some... unexpected harmony?

Dia felt his eyelids twitch.

In short, Sells got down from the aircraft holding Naron, and when passing by them, he also ordered them to prepare some delicious food, oh, no more fruit.

Dia said complicatedly that it was okay, and then watched the back of his boss with Andelie.

"Seriously, will we have another marshal's wife in the future?" Dia's eyes were worrisome.

Andre said "um".

Dia covered his face: "I thought that having such a boss is already the biggest test for me."

However, he suspected that he was about to usher in an even tougher wife of a bad-tempered boss.

Andrei stepped forward.

Dia was stunned: "—where are you going?"

"Prepare food." Andrie said blankly, "and then wait for the court session tomorrow."

When Narren woke up, he felt that his brain was particularly relaxed, and most of the exhaustion of the day was wiped out. He was surprised that he actually fell asleep on the aircraft, grabbed his head and got out of the bed, and began to look at the surrounding environment.

This is a simple room without much furniture and the light is not bright.

He found the switch, adjusted the brightness, and suddenly saw more clearly.

"Woke up?"

Naryn was taken aback and turned back abruptly to see Sells sitting on the lounge chair beside the bed, holding the glowing terminal in his hand, looking at himself intently.

"Why are you here?"

"You slept for two hours." Sells recounted what happened after he fell asleep: "This is the reception area of ​​the trial court. In another eight hours, you should accept the first round of cross-examination."

Naryn looked at him and said, "Then I will take a break, and you can go out."

Sells touched the terminal with his finger, and refused without raising his head: "You are now a suspect, and I am responsible for you."

Naron stopped moving: "You can send someone to guard the door!"

Sells shook his head: "I prefer to do it myself."

Do it yourself? Why didn't he know that Sells still had this hobby-guarding the suspect's bedside closely?

Naren lifted the quilt, and just thought of standing up to retort... Then he realized to his horror that he didn't wear pants and his coat was gone? !

"what have you done?"

Sells was a little confused about his sharp attitude, and asked, "I helped you take off your clothes. Do you want to wear them to sleep?"

He pointed to the clothes that were torn by thorns and stained with soil, and said thoughtfully: "I have asked someone to prepare new clothes for you."

"..." Naryn opened his mouth and found that the reason given by the other party was reasonable and there was no room for blame.

After retracting the quilt with a stern face, he quietly stretched out his hand to touch his chest, and found that the shirt buttons were all well fastened, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"The Imperial Marshal is so leisurely?"

Sells motioned to the terminal: "I'm busy."

busy?

Just as Narren was about to say something more, Sells raised an index finger and pressed it to his lips: "Shhh, keep sleeping. If you are hungry, the food is in the holding cabinet."

"..." There is an inexplicable feeling of being treated as a young child!

Naren cursed a few times inwardly, and fell softly back into the bed, turning his back to the other person-would he still rush to disturb the marshal's daily management?

With so much resentment, Naren closed his eyes and scolded Sells again. After a long while, he found that he was getting more and more sober, and his stomach was still a little hungry.

Turning over and getting out of bed, Naren silently turned over the holding cabinet, ignoring a serious caretaker.

"..."

The dazzling array of food in the cabinet is shocking. From staple food to snacks, the variety is rich and looks very attractive.

He took out a piece of meatball soup, held up another night of cheese-baked rice, thought about it, and chose another fried chicken. Before leaving, he saw his beloved vanilla-flavored cake.

Naryn: "..."

Hunger makes people insatiable.

He decided to take them all away!

Sells silently looked at a certain bare-legged prince, and sat quietly at the table with food for many people.

—It seems to be more edible than he expected.

He lowered his head and poked his fingers at random on the terminal-the screen flashed and he froze into a dark-haired man who was secretly waking his fingers.

Sells smiled with satisfaction.

Naren's eating is not ugly. Even if he eats quickly, his posture is very elegant. Even with occasional small movements in secret, it is difficult for people to give birth to a rude look.

it's beautiful.

The marshal's smile became more obvious.

When Narren had almost eaten, he lowered his head and continued to deal with his "business."

"Where's my terminal?" Naryn also wanted to read the news online after eating supper.

Sells looked away from the screen and saw a pair of long, white legs, and a dark shirt with an overly long hem.

"You mean this?" He controlled his tone, took out something calmly, and shook it towards Narren.

Narren: "!!!"

Communicator!

He stretched out his arm swiftly, trying to get it back.

Sells was faster than him, and when he closed his hand, it made people rush out.

Naryn: "..."

"Huh? I didn't expect you to use this too." Sayles said in surprise. The terminal has a very comprehensive function. The communicator is only a niche product. It is unreasonable for the dignified prince to use the communicator.

Naren said coldly: "Give it back to me."

Sells handed it to him, and soon took out another familiar object—the Prince's personal terminal.

Naryn sank.

Fortunately, the Marshal took the initiative to hand in the terminal soon, and said seriously: "Ordinarily, I shouldn't give you any communication equipment. After all, you are in a special situation now, but I believe you."

Narren: "Oh, then don't stay here, I won't run away."

Sells: "..."

Seeing his face, I knew it was all right. Naryn sneered, for this paper-like trust!

After he took the terminal, he found that his information was about to explode.

The speed at which the news spread in the imperial capital circle was shocking. It was only a short while before his relatives and friends sent condolences. Naryn replied one by one and found that Levitra had not sent any messages.

He sighed and didn't know if he knew Langa's true identity.

Although Sells said that he believed in himself, so he didn't really supervise his communication equipment, but Naren was still a little worried. After replying to the message, he put the terminal aside, and the communicator was never touched.

He didn't want to take risks under Sells' noses.

The room was silent, and the two parties did not know that a powerful gossip about them was brewing on the Internet.

Princess Sa Sa finally recovered from the shock and logged into her social account. Numerous euphemistic or direct inquiries bombed her message prompts.

Who bullied her at the opening ceremony of the Hunting Festival?

"Naren Charvy!"

The sonorous exclamation mark showed the unrestrained feeling in Xiao Gongju's heart. Through the screen, it seemed that she could imagine her furious.

The fans who got the response scratched their heads. Is this name familiar?

I don't know who will react first, and said in surprise: "Charvi? Prince!"

As soon as this sentence appeared, a group of people began to chat.

"Who is that? Is it also the royal capital?"

"It seems to come to mind. I remember that his relationship with the marshal was not harmonious. A few days ago, he was elected as the TOP1 most likely to steal the scepter."

"Shoulder shouldn't be an old man?"

"Please, it's little Charvy!"

"I searched, and only found this picture for Mao?"

The picture above is a still photo of the serious and hard-faced old prince's uniform when he was young.

The first reaction of everyone was: "Ma Ma, this person is murderous to me!"

Then, the wind direction changed.

"...Actually, it's pretty handsome."

"It's kind of handsome."

"Oh, I can't help but blush."

"Ouch, I can't help my legs."

"you…"

…

"Everyone in the front wakes up! That's Angri Charvey. The shooting time was 20 years ago, so it's not right at all!"

Soon, everyone discovered the problem. This Shirvi is not Pechervi.

So, who is Naryn Charvey?

For a moment, everyone was ready to move, and they searched his personal information, but they were horrified to find that in this age of Internet development, the other party did not even show a personal photo.

"From my many years of experience, he must be ugly!"

"Either it's an old antique."

"But the back view makes people uncontrollable..."

"Alas?"

"Yes, a flashing back view, high-definition.jpg"

"..."

Just as everyone speculated, someone stepped forward.

"Look at I found a big baby!"

The back photo of Mora secretly taken in the hot spring club appeared in the sight of everyone. This is known as the back of the male **** who saw the sun. It once set off a hurricane-like climax on the live broadcast platform, but he did not expect to be born again at this time. .

"This is a photo of a mysterious person sent by the goddess-level anchor of the'Fishtooth' platform a few weeks ago."

The whistleblower was obviously a frequent visitor in the live broadcast room and began to narrate the source of the photos.

"You know, the true identity of this female anchor is the daughter of General Iss of the Imperial Capital. She was invited to attend the banquet hosted by Prince Naryn at Sunset Volcano on the same day, and broadcast the scenic spot. At the end of the end, she sent out this A back photo without any commentary. At the opening ceremony today, I felt familiar... Seeing Princess Sasha’s message, I can basically confirm that it is the same person."

After this, someone jumped out and posted a picture.

The picture was vague and the angle was very strange, but the crowd still recognized the handsome face of the imperial marshal.

Everyone said: "Tell your story!"

"I ran into the Marshal in a cafe that day. He seemed to be having a dinner with someone. Look at the person sitting next to the Marshal, is it possible that the person sitting next to the Marshal was the one from behind?"

"...It's all blurred into a phantom."

The whistleblower who was in a hurry for photographing was scolded mercilessly.

"Actually...you can still see that person's hair style, black, with curled ends?"

This finding is shocking.

Comparing the previous screenshots from the back, the more people look at it, the more they feel that the hairstyle looks more like it.

—Think carefully.

If this is the case... then Princess Sasha is not worth mentioning in front of such a mysterious person. Is it true that someone stalked the male **** when they didn't know it?

Do not!

This possibility is stifling.

In a dead silence, the person who exploded the photo cautiously said again: "That person... is better-looking than the marshal, I, I feel as if I... prefer that."

"..."

"..."

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