In the early morning, a transport vehicle loaded with giant alien insects drove out of the Sunset Volcano Scenic Area.
The black octagonal worm is curled up in the narrow container, its small eyes are full of grievances. He flicked his tail, got out of the gap, and patted the guard.
Guard: "..." The metal armor on the arm was swept away.
The hungry gold-eater swallowed the pitifully small "breakfast" in one gulp, and signaled with his eyes that it was not enough.
Sells and his party were sitting in the car in front of the transport vehicle.
Andre and Di Ya sat in the back row. The former had thick dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes were haggard: "I've been on guard all night, and I haven't seen any suspicious people appear."
Di Ya patted him, holding back a smile: "Thanks for your hard work."
Andre looked at him weakly: "If the gold-eating bugs really have accomplices, then the way back to the city is their last chance. Once they enter the detention center, it will be difficult to save the bugs."
Di Ya straightened her face: "So you have to hold on, there is still a long way to go."
Andre was expressionless: "Shouldn't you think about sharing the burden for me at this time?"
Di Ya waved his hand weakly: "I had too many hot springs yesterday, and now I am in a state of physical and mental exhaustion after the carnival."
Andre: "..." He was unable to refute.
As a long-sleeved and good at dancing legion communication "flower", Di Ya is responsible for dealing with the guests, and spent the whole day yesterday drinking and bathing with the guests, and collecting some interesting news along the way. So, when he was busy and troubled by the "giant insect attack" incident, someone spent a wonderful vacation leisurely.
Andre: "I want to apply for job transfer."
Sells in the front row nodded: "Yes, no matter what, I respect your wishes."
Di Ya was shocked: "What do you mean?"
Andrea was also shocked: "Really?"
Sells pointed to the front, and there were three men and four women standing on the spacious street. One of them noticed the convoy and screamed excitedly. The next second, they stood in a row, blocking the middle of the road.
The car was forced to stop.
"Look, as long as it's dealing with people, I leave it to you."
Three men and four women, a total of seven people, from their frenzied eyes, Andrea seemed to be able to foresee what a headache would happen next.
"An eccentric leader will end up losing his most loyal subordinates," he said.
Dia laughed out loud.
Nalen was sitting in a cafe by the side of the street, half of his face under the brim of his hat was hidden behind a dark mask, and only when he got close could he see a pair of gray-green eyes.
Through the coated glass, he can watch the upcoming show unscrupulously; but from the outside looking in, Sells will only see a piece of dark glass... maybe there will be his own reflection on the glass surface. shadow.
Thanks to Mora's live broadcast, many people learned the news that "the underage boy tried to impersonate the marshal's one-night stand." Although his deception failed, his spirit inspired countless people.
So it can still be like this? !
[That's right, as long as the deceit is superb and the explanation is reasonable, anyone can become Searles' one-night stand.]
This is just a sentence he posted anonymously on the Internet, and it is really unexpected to have such an effect.
Of these seven men and women, only two were hired by him—rats who lived in the corners of the empire without seeing the sun, and they only needed a fortune to drive them.
Nalen smiled, and there was an interstellar bestseller "Beyond the Stars" on the table. He flipped a page at random, as if he were just a leisurely man passing the time.
“The coffee in this shop is very good.”
With the sound of the male voice, Naren felt that he was covered by a shadow. He raised his head and saw a strange man with short hair standing beside him at some point.
"A lot of people will come from far away for the coffee here... um, I mean, can I come with you?"
Naren was stunned for a moment, blinked, and realized that he seemed to have been accosted.
"... No, I would rather read a book by myself."
It was the first time in my life that I was approached by someone, but it was when I was tightly wrapped up. Naren questioned this face-seeking world. What about looking good
However, the short-haired man did not die because of the rejection. He pulled out his chair and sat in front of Naren.
"Why are you wearing a mask? It's not convenient to drink coffee like this... No, no, I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious."
Nalen stretched out his palm and pressed the book, a coldness flashed in his gray-green eyes: "Allergies, the skin will fester when exposed to the sun."
Short-haired man: "... what a sad condition, my name is Jeff and you have beautiful eyes."
Nalen took out the sunglasses on the side and put them on: "My eyes are more sensitive to light."
Sitting in a coffee shop, wearing a hat, mask and sunglasses, it's really weird to look at.
The short-haired man showed an expression of interest: "You are very special."
Nalen rolled his eyes secretly, propped his forehead with one hand, and showed signs of not wanting to communicate. In fact, he did turn his attention out of the window.
The five real fans and the two ruffian actors he invited had already surrounded Sells' car and indirectly caused a traffic jam.
Andrea got out of the car with a sullen face, as if he was negotiating.
After a while, the transport truck following behind also stopped. Two guards got out of the car and tried to provide support.
It's a pity that the sound insulation of the glass is so good that we can't hear the disputes between the two sides.
Because the cafe was facing the street, the transport truck was parked right outside the window. From Nalen's perspective, he could just see the boxy container, and there was a suspicious wormtail swinging in the air vent of the box.
“… having a place where you can enjoy the sun without getting burned, I think would suit you.”
The man's voice disrupted his thoughts.
Nalen turned his head and said in a cold tone, "You blocked my sight."
The short-haired man acted as if he had never heard of it: "You haven't told me your name yet?"
Naren: "Sirsay, a stupid name to read forward or backward."
Short-haired man: "... Uh, I think it sounds good."
Naren: "..."
The short-haired man stood up suddenly, looked at Nalen intently, and said with a smile, "I guess you should be a beauty."
He half bent down, and slowly approached: "Pale complexion, red lips, like an ancient baron who came out of an oil painting... Longing for the sun, but also deeply afraid."
Nalen: "???"
He stretched out his right hand and lingered softly on Naren's cheek.
The man lowered his voice: "Although it may be a bit presumptuous, I still want to ask, can I have the honor to meet? So that I can know whether my guess is correct?"
Naren was silent.
A moment later, a complaint was received in the coffee shop.
"Waiter, someone is sexually harassing you."
The complainant was a man who was hiding his whole body tightly and was suspected of having a skin disease.