One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

  Chapter 728 Days of Collecting Rent in Interstellar (1)

  Ephemeris year 803.

   "Be careful, the person from the main house today is down, what went wrong, you guys are good-looking."

   "Hands and feet are a bit swift."

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

   "And the stairs, spread the blankets!"

  The middle-aged lady with exquisite makeup is instructing people to clean the huge villa, which has a quaint atmosphere.

  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   , and Interstellar News is playing at this time.

  The lady has no intention of watching the news, she is busy directing people to work.

  In the interstellar era, service-oriented robots are already very affordable. As long as they are not too poor to eat, they are almost always handed.

  So to do this kind of thing, it has long been out of manpower.

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

  Service robots have become an aid instead.

  At this time, in the room upstairs, a few teenagers came out of the game pod, their faces flushed, and they were obviously still immersed in the game, talking passionately.

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

  The young man named Mao Ge is about sixteen seventy-seven, looks handsome, and is a handsome boy.

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

  He heard his mother say that someone is coming, but he is busy playing, he doesn’t care about this, and he doesn’t know who is coming.

  When a few teenagers saw nothing new to ask, they changed the subject.

   "It's boring, why don't you call your partner slave and go to the battlefield for a round of play?"

   "Okay." The teenagers were all excited.

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

  Everyone looked at Brother Mao. Obviously, he was the one who spoke most usefully among this group of teenagers.

   "Let's go."

  Several teenagers immediately packed up and went downstairs.

  The lady was still in the lobby, and when she saw them going downstairs to go out, her face sank, "Sigongmao, you want to go out?"

   "Go out and play for a while."

   "Didn't I tell you..."

   "Oh, mom, I'll be back in a while."

   Without waiting for the lady to speak, a few teenagers were frolicking and running away.

  The lady's brows were twisted to death, but there was nothing to do with this son who had been doting and growing up.

  ...

   Sikongmao said to play for a while, but in fact it was very late to get home, but the house was still brightly lit and people came and went.

  The boys all went home, and behind Sikongmao was a boy about his age.

  He walked slowly, and blood dripped vaguely wherever he walked.

   "What's up?" Sikongmao pulled a servant, "Why are there so many people?"

   "The eldest lady is here." Seeing that Sikongmao's clothes were a bit messy, the servant reminded him, "Master, please go and change your clothes. Your husband and wife have been looking for you for a long time."

   "What eldest lady?" Sikongmao is inexplicable. Isn't he the only son in his family?

  "The master’s eldest lady." The servant is also very helpless. Everyone is busy these days. Has the master not cared?

  Sikongmao was still pretending to have something in his mind. He knew what the master’s house was, so he didn't ask any more, and went to the brightly lit side.

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

  The boy stopped in place, without saying a word.

  Sikumao was obviously dissatisfied with his attitude, but in the end he just cursed, regardless of him, and left.

  Wait until Si Kongmao's figure disappeared in the brightly lit area, the young man turned around and walked to the two-story building not far away.

  ...

  Si Kongwu returned to his residence-the basement of the small building.

  It is dark and damp, with only one lamp lighting, which vaguely illuminates the outline of this small basement.

  Si Kongwu took off the clothes on his body, digging out things skillfully to clean up the wounds on his body, and apply medicine.

  He is Si Kongmao's companion slave.

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

  Those rich and powerful disciples from aristocratic families, after the age of fourteen, can choose their own companions.

  Interstellar has always faced various dangers, and attacks by Zerg, Star Pirates, and other races have occurred from time to time.

  So when people are needed on the front, there will be a delegation of conscription places, and those who meet the age requirements must be on the battlefield.

  But some people are not willing to let their children go.

  So the companion slave appeared, and when needed, let the companion slave take his place.

  This unspoken rule is acquiesced by the government, so companion slaves are the customary rules.

  It’s okay to meet a good disciple of the family, and to be half a young lady. With good luck, maybe there were no wars in those few years, and there was no need for people on it. Once you get older, nothing will happen.

  Meeting bad...

   is probably his end.

  Si Kongwu took care of the wound, lying on the cold bed, and soon passed out.

  He didn’t know how long he had been asleep, his body was very hot, and he spent a few days in a muddle.

  Si Kongmao did not appear during this period, allowing him enough time to recover from his injuries.

  Si Kongwu felt better, left the basement and went to the top.

  He glanced at the majestic villa, except that there were more people than usual, and he could not see anything unusual.

   While Si Kongmao had no time to trouble him, he planned to go out.

  ...

  Sikong never thought that he was so unlucky. Sikongmao didn't look for him a few days ago, but he was a little better today. When he went out, he was hit by Sikongmao.

  Skongmao’s parents pampered him extremely, coupled with the family background, the wind to the wind, the rain to rain, and he developed an arrogant and domineering temperament.

  Skongmao did not teach him where there were people as he did before, but instead dragged him to no one.

  "Sikongwu, you are terrible, you dare to sneak out behind my back! Did I allow you to go out?"

  Branches hit the body, it hurts.

  But Si Kongwu gritted his teeth and said nothing. Even if the wound on his body might have opened, he did not respond, as if he was numb.

  He was born like this, which made Sagong Mao angry even more.

   "Sagong Mao, what are you doing?"

  The girl's voice drifted in with the wind, sweet and soft, but no joy or anger could be heard.

  Sikongmao heard the voice, and stopped immediately, and the fierceness on his face instantly receded.

  Sikong Wu looked at the speed of Si Kongmao's face change, and followed the voice to look aside.

  There was a little girl standing over there, wearing a beautiful little dress, her golden hair just reaching her waist.

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

  She stood with her hands behind her back, standing next to a cluster of green plants, her eyes were clear and bright, and her body was full of vigor.

   "Miss, why are you here?" Sikongmao smiled and greeted him, "I will send you back?"

  The person on the opposite side ignored him, but tilted his head and looked at him, "Who is that?"

  Sikong Mao seemed to be afraid that she would see it, blocking her sight, "Miss, there is no one, just a naive servant, shall we go back?"

  (End of this chapter)