Why is the waste prince like that?

"It's very cunning, in order to avoid being searched, you actually use such an old style, but it's too late, haha!"

Abner was obviously very excited, and his walking posture was close to fancy dance steps.

But the instrument beeped soon, and he looked closer, and then his face became a little dignified.

"(67874575, 89123332), Polar Night Star, this is not good."

Lancer leaned over, and his expression became serious: "This is..."

Zalalu's face was gloomy: "The mother's house of the two, Celisela, is where the Sixth Elder once lived."

"This... the Sixth Elder?"

"Yes, the Sixth Elder of the Elder's House."

"... Your Highness, the confession of the torture team shows that these machines do not seem to be important, and the inspection also found that most of these machines have been scrapped, and the internal parts are decayed."

Samir frowned slightly: "The machine is not important, for the secret ray? Recycling? Didn't he boast that the resources of the secret ray are inexhaustible? The old man is not such a careless person, the Royal Research Institute It's not so easy to fool."

Rokuwa took a deep breath: "There is also intelligence group No. 8847, Your Highness, she is responsible for the number comparison of the Emperor Star range, and found several matching numbering methods, one of which is somewhat related to you."

"Oh?"

"The string of numbers, if compared according to the student number coding system of the First Military Academy, can accurately locate a certain person."

"Who?"

"Your Highness, it's Lancer... Lancer Phagea."

Lancer put Fei Rui into the room, and when he was about to close the door, Mr. Zhalalu's expression outside the door was so solemn that he couldn't help but feel complicated, and leaned against the door frame to block the door that was about to close. Door.

"You, you don't have to worry about this matter," he tried to confess, but it seemed that his courage was still lacking, so he could only continue with a guilty conscience, "I am already very satisfied, godfather, are you willing to go through this muddy water for me? , even you are willing to fulfill my inexplicable wish, you even helped me bury the guard, I think it can end, I am willing to end here, everyone's life can return to peace..."

Zalalu looked at him, with a complex emotion in his eyes: "Lan, I admit that I am very happy that you really accept our matter, but you have to know that whether it ends is not in your control, from beginning to end In the end, we are not the ones who take the initiative, they want to kill you. Yes, you are a lucky one, but how many times can this luck protect you under the conspiracy? We want to bet your life on the death of those old immortals ?"

He took a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice: "I know that there may be some kind of retribution in the world that makes him look like a human skeleton, but Lan, I don't believe in religion, and I don't want to, because I Old age is useless, or any other reason to pity me, let you...or we lose the opportunity to personally avenge a loved one or a best friend, and the hatred will not end unless they take it to hell."

Lancer lowered his eyes and looked at the violet-patterned floor for a while, then he raised his head and smiled at the other party: "What kind of punishment is hell, you still say you don't believe in religion..."

"But, you know, none of these are as important to me as you, and you are not as important as you who are alive. I think it is the same for Mom and Dad. However, you are too good, so if you can take care of your body, " Lancer leaned over and smiled, "I am willing to recruit you, Captain Zalaru."

What can the mental body eat?

Or elves?What can the gods eat?

Lancer propped his face, ate the delivery he ordered, and watched the kitten munching on the boiled chicken breast in front of the French window.

Well, the gods love to eat boiled chicken breasts in front of French windows with night views, just like ordinary kittens.

Cute, his mustache trembles when he eats, and his eyes only have rice. It seems that the kitten is always serious about eating, unlike him who also needs to brush his brain by the way.

He thought of all the cats he'd seen in the short half of his life, but only one that was a match for this little pale yellow thing.

But people can't always be so lucky, so that everything they want can come true.

The door clicked open.

He looked over, and walked in with his wish come true.

Holding a pot of flowers in his left hand, and a large bag of things in his right hand, the expensive handmade coat has been ruined by life and romance, and there is a curl of golden curly hair on his forehead, and the expression on his face is no better than the coat.

When Samir came in with a sullen face, he saw the little fox squatting in front of the window, with its big tail sticking out and eating.

Well, you are happy.

He turned his eyes angrily, and the young man sat cross-legged on the side, looking at him without blinking.

"Sammy..."

Leave him alone.

Samir put the flower pot on the table with a firm heart, and put the big bag of goods into the hidden storage cabinet in the kitchen.

As soon as he came out of the small kitchen where it was difficult to turn around, he was hugged by the waist.

That little fox didn't even eat, and stared blankly.

Before he had time to press down the corners of his lips, he had already heard the words of the person in his arms.

"Sami," the man in his arms raised his head, "why aren't you surprised?"

"This is Phari, have you seen it?"

Samir's tall body stiffened into an iron plate.

In a panic, he rubbed his chin against the hair of the person in his arms, alarm bells ringing in his mind.

what to do?Revealed?

But soon, Lancer pulled his head out of the big cat's chest muscles, patted him on the shoulder lightly, and then walked to the kitchen: "Have you had dinner, Sammy?"

As if just talking casually, he let it go.

Samir breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't pretend to be cold, so he hurriedly followed him in.

"No."

Lan Senahan looked back at him: "But it's very late, I went to find my teacher, so I had dinner so late."

Caught off guard, Lancer reached out and quickly touched his stomach, then turned around and walked towards the cooking counter: "I'm so hungry, let me see, I brought a lot of...cat litter? For Fei Rui? "

Samir let him touch it, and stood still without making a sound.

"Thank you, but I can't help it. Didn't you bring any hot meals? Now cook something for you."

It was only at this time that Samir lifted his stiffness, leaned over naturally, arched his back slightly, put his arms around Lancer's waist, rested his chin on his shoulders, and whispered in his ear, "I want to eat meat."

Lancer glanced at him with a smile, nodded, and quickly pinched his cheek while the pot was hot.

"Is it okay to cook about three servings? You can eat two servings. Sorry, the delivery I ordered is too bad, I didn't eat a few bites, and I want to eat something."

Now Samir will not be ashamed because of this simple intimacy. After all, his current status has reached the level of being able to hold the waist of a young man. Staring at the boiling water, his mood is much calmer.

But when he said the words, there was still a sense of relief and a little pride of unknown origin: "Well, you can eat."

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Fei Rui: The chicken in my mouth turned into dog food