"Ah, I've never seen such a bad dress up! It's really challenging my aesthetic, like a... colorful ball!"
Nalen was a little unconvinced: "Bad? Why don't I think so."
Ollie covered his eyes exaggeratedly, showing hurt.
The other contestants couldn't help but laugh too.
"How can there be such a funny Chow Chow?"
"Hahaha so stupid."
"Oh my god, if I dress up my darling like this, she'll probably break up with me when I get out."
"..."
The contestants held their "pets" together and commented on the Chow Chow. They are not NPC Ollie, and their words are more straightforward. Even if there is not much malice, the person involved will become unhappy after listening to it for a long time.
Naren looked around coldly—ignorant young man, do you know who you are laughing at
The most popular and powerful person in the empire, the leader of the Monte family, a galaxy idol with a large number of followers!
If today's events spread, the people who were ridiculed and attacked by the crowd would become them.
—You must know that for the sake of idols, Searles' fans are always ready.
However, the dog-head mask on Nalen's face—the image of the characters when entering the scene is uniformly referred to the mask pattern—which greatly weakens the lethality of the eyes. Even because of the mask, the lovers who fell in love were even more delighted.
"Look, his partner is still wearing a dog mask."
"Hahaha he's still staring at us."
"It does look like a good fit."
"Hahaha the dog-masked man and his fat dog."
…
The prince who was overwhelmed by "hahaha" gradually turned dark.
Originally, he deliberately tossed Sells with a teasing mind, and even thought about using it as a heavyweight black material, and would use it to mock him from time to time in the days to come.
As a result, Sells really made a fool of himself as he expected.
The villainous prince "succeeded in trickery", but he did not have the expected joy.
His eyes fell on the sleepy Chow Chow, who lowered his head and lay prone on the table in the middle, wagging his tail weakly twice. A group of people around were pointing and pointing, laughing with unknown meaning from time to time.
The Chow Chow turned his head and looked at him with wet dark eyes.
Naren's heart twitched suddenly.
—he regretted it.
Even with the data shell on it, there is still Sells himself under the shell, and he truly bears all these ridicules.
It shouldn't be like this.
Sells had sincerely invited him to take a vacation and relax, but he had brought people into this situation because of a moment of bad taste. This is really too much... There is a certain emotion called guilt in the green eyes: even if you are unfortunate enough to get a clown mask, even if you accidentally become a stupid and fat chow chow, the imperial marshal should not just be reduced to a joke for others for fun.
Sells yawned quietly, but that was not the case at all.
Last night, I sneaked into Sharvi's house to steal fragrance. After I went back, I searched a bunch of festival guides. When I got up in the morning, I rushed to meet someone for a date. The Marshal, who has a busy schedule, was a little sleepy at the moment.
Mental sleepiness.
The body made of virtual data is not "tired", probably because he has been dressed up for too long, which made him a little lazy.
Now he really wants to end the game quickly and nestle into Nalen's arms again. If you are lucky, you can also enjoy the "love touch" from the prince.
His wish soon came true.
Nalen picked up his chow chow, sullenly, first untied the ridiculous cloak, and then took off the exaggerated bow... Finally, he threw all the funny outfits aside.
Searle's face was stunned, and then he found himself being carried to the referee Ollie.
Naren sneered: "It's just a made-up data. Your so-called evaluation comes from a shallow database, and you still claim to have aesthetics without shame?"
Sells turned his head, looking serious.
This familiar feeling is usually the beginning of a certain eloquent prince's ready to talk.
The referee Oli was stunned. There was no answer to this sentence in his system. Nalen's questioning caused him to get stuck for a short time.
"this… "
"Aesthetics vary from person to person." Naren said indifferently: "In my eyes, the little lion is the most beautiful."
Ollie: "…"
Sells: "..." Who is the little lion
His Royal Highness, who was arguing with the data, patted the Chow Chow on the head, his eyes became cold, and he pointed to the pets in the arena.
"Pip-billed monkey cheeks." The macaque froze.
"Fat and bloated." The chubby hamster widened his eyes.
"Short legs." Corgi stomped his feet angrily.
…
Nalen evaluates the past one by one without politeness, and finally raises his chow chow.
"Even without makeup, he is much better than them."
Everyone: "..."
"These decorations are just cumbersome. No matter how gorgeous the dress is, if it doesn't have a decent foundation..." Naren glanced at the pets, showing pity, "It's just useless."
Ollie crashes.
A few seconds later, everyone belatedly realized that their lover had been humiliated, and they all became furious, rolling up their sleeves and preparing to fight.
Nalen has no fear: "There is no way to fight in non-fighting games."
Facts have proved that the old-fashioned rules of the game are the best protective barrier for talking to the gun.
So everyone resorted to scolding.
"Such a dog is not as good as my dear!"
"I think you are a ****!"
"&%)#￥!"
Naren weighed the Chow Chow in his arms: "I can't understand what they are talking about at all."
Sells: "…"
Everyone: "Damn #￥@&!!!"
Nalen turned around, turned his back to them, and said solemnly: "Even if you become a Chow Chow, you are still mighty and handsome."
Sells was really silent this time.
"..."
After a while, he licked the serious and earnest His Royal Highness the Prince.
The intelligent system Oli finally recovered.
"I declare that the winner of this game is the wheat cake team!"
Because there was no way to answer Nalen's question, the system directly announced the final result after a brief period of self-regulation. The hamster that Nalen evaluated as "fat and bloated" won the game, and her team will Get the clue to the Heart of Eternal Love.
As for the fruit wine team... This pair of partners who disobeyed the referee, challenged authority, and disrupted order were ruthlessly teleported out of the cabin and thrown onto a desolate hillside.
Naren: "..."
Sells sat on Nalen's abdomen, his deep eyes pressed up, and he asked, "Are you happy?"
Nalen froze, he slowly raised his body and hugged the chubby Chow Chow.
"Sels..." He stretched out his fingers to straighten the shaggy fur, "what's wrong with you?"
Asking him in a low voice if he is happy, this is obviously a precursor to anger. That's right, heart to heart, if someone dares to put a bow on his head, he will definitely make that person pay a heavy price.
Naren sighed.
Sells: "???"
Naren asked tentatively, "Are you angry?"
Sells: "…"
Um
The tail behind him wagged happily a few times.
why are you mad
Nalen looked away and said with a guilty conscience, "I went too far this time, I shouldn't tease you like this."
After a short silence, Sells realized, and he said, "No, I don't mind."
Naren felt even more guilty.
"It's just data anyway, no one will know what happened to me."
Nalen: "Sells..."
Sells realized that his consolation had backfired, so he had no choice but to make a request, similar to "the bow tie just now made his head hurt", "the little cloak is too tight and strangled his neck"...
So the prince smoothed his hair one by one.
Sells said sincerely: "In fact, this kind of small game is quite interesting."
He doesn't mind coming over a few more times.
Unfortunately, his wish finally came true.
Naren, who was halfway along the way, suddenly went dark, and when he woke up, he found that his perspective had dropped to an epic level. He looked around and found that the Chow Chow was gone, and the small stones around him turned into huge boulders. Then his body lost weight, and he suddenly flew into the air!
"Ah, so cute."
Sayers whispered a sigh from overhead.
Nalen raised his head and met a familiar clown mask, surprised: "You have changed back."
Sells shook his head: "No, it should be said that we have changed our status."
Naren: "..."
Only then did he realize what was wrong!
Raising his hand, a fluffy meat claw appeared in sight, lowered his head, and saw his chubby fur belly.
Nalen was stunned: "Am I a dog?"
Sells leaned in front of him, a black milk cat was reflected in his gentle eyes. The Imperial Marshal had a serious face, and seriously buried his face in Mao's belly, rubbing against each other.
Naren: "..."
Fuck! what happened!
The touch is really real, and I feel that my whole body has been molested!
"Naron." Seers tightly circled a certain prince who was about to explode with both hands, and the smile under the mask gradually lost control, "Do you like to scratch your chin?"
Naren frowned and stared at him warily.
Then it was useless to be vigilant, and a pair of big hands lowered their heads, followed by a strange sense of comfort from the chin, which spread all the way to the whole body, making people unable to help "snoring".
Naren: "..."
Sells chuckled.
Naren was supported by his strong reason, and he said with difficulty: "Don't touch me."
The fingers under the chin stopped suddenly.
Sells withdrew his hand regretfully: "I thought you would like it."
Yes, he likes it.
Naren's heart was broken—the empty jaw made people sad, and he felt a little lost when Sayers' hand was away from him.
No wonder Sells always rubbed against him when he turned into a Chow Chow just now.
He thought it was another way for someone to take advantage of the opportunity, but now it seems that he misunderstood... This terrible sense of reality! Not only turned the player into a pet state, but also imitated the pet's habits
His gaze suddenly moved, and Sells walked forward with him in his arms.
etc-
"Sels, the games here won't be the same style as before, right?"
If that's the case, he will definitely not cooperate!
Sells said: "Don't worry, if you don't want to, we will just admit defeat."
Naren: "..."
This is a man who makes people feel considerate and meticulous all the time, which makes his behavior just now even more childish and nasty.
A big palm covered the top of the head, and the black milk cat took advantage of the situation to completely relax its head, leaning against the marshal's chest.
His attitude seemed to be tacit approval.
Under the clown's mask, a smile gradually appeared in the dark eyes, and he gently touched the cat's head at a slow speed.
Meaty, slightly warm, smoother than silk, softer than cotton. If he didn't consider the possibility of clawing and scratching, he really wanted to suck the fur belly again.