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Capital Square, flyover.

Compared to the empty land, although there is a lack of wild beauty here, everything is full of peace and it is like a small paradise, and everything reveals beauty.

When Watson and Nova Supreme completed the diplomatic handover under the recording equipment and signed the alliance agreement, the officials of the Nova Empire were polite to Watson I don't know how many times.

Since Barkin's ship maintenance was not yet complete, Watson offered to go out for a walk and refused to be escorted.

Watson walked gracefully with a four-ball ice cream in his hand and a newly purchased light gray sweatshirt.

From time to time, people around him looked at him, not knowing if it was because he was too handsome, or because he saw his face from some channel.

"Woo~lick—[]~( ̄▽ ̄)?? Cool~"

"This bad environment, this greenery, the moderate temperature of the weather and the cool breeze, and all kinds of beauties~ It is worthy of being the capital of the Nova Empire. ”

When Watson removed the Dragon King's 'majesty' and 'tallness', he immediately highlighted his perfect figure and a handsome face, and from the pink sisters who kept looking at her next to him, he knew that he was very popular.

"It's a pity, brother has someone in his heart, and you're not beautiful enough~"

Watson said and walked towards one of the 'bunkers'.

Oh yes, the biggest difference between the city here and the earth is that these storefronts are basically built on top of the overpass, each one is like a small semicircular fortress, beautiful on the outside, and even more so on the inside.

"Huh?" Watson, who was about to walk in the doorway, suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at the other side of the overpass.

The back of a red-clothed figure walked into the storefront.

"Could this figure be him... It's not such a coincidence, swoo-lick~" Watson stuck out his tongue and licked a mouthful of ice cream, turning his head and walking towards the store.

It's better to make sure.

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A semicircular 'shop' on the side of the flyover.

It looks like an antique shop, surrounded by display cases filled with all sorts of knick-knacks, occasionally with a faint energy response, but mostly like decorations.

At the counter at the end of the store, a man in a gray and white trench coat, with only four strands of black hair on the top of his head, and a mustache on his chin, looked like a little old man who loved to tune the clock and adjust his belongings.

"Click-bang~"

Suddenly, the sound of the automatic door opening made him look up, but he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when he saw the first person coming.

"Mr. Quayle. ”

"Hi ~ intermediary. Quill walked up to the little old man with a smile on his face, and pulled out a silver hollow-patterned ball from his satchel.

"Cosmic Spirit Ball, follow your orders~"

The intermediary looked at the spirit ball that was slapped on the table by Quill and frowned, how could this thing be in his hands, and it should be Yongdu who took the task from him.

"Where is Yongdu?"

Seeing the intermediary's questioning gaze, Quill blushed and panted, looked at his ridiculous eyebrows, and began to lie seriously: "He can't come, and let me greet him." ”

"He asked me to tell you... Your eyebrows today are 'the most beautiful today' hahaha!"

Seeing that Quill suddenly became unscrupulous, the intermediary retracted his doubts in surprise.

Quir, an earthling, has always been this virtuous, and I really don't know how he survived from Yongdu's men to the present.

The intermediary thought as he gave Quill his own reward, which was his professional ethic, no matter how much the subject disliked it, just complete the intermediary transaction.

He was taking the money, but Quill couldn't resist his curiosity, leaned his face over and whispered, "What is this thing?"

"Mr. Quill ~ My principle is to never talk about the client's news or their needs, this is a work ethic. ”

"But I almost died for this little thing. ”

The intermediary did not waver in the slightest: "I believe that this is your professional risk, Mr. Quayle, inevitable." ”

"Alas, Ronan, a fake with a mechanical head, is working hard. ”

"Ronan?!" The intermediary who heard the name suddenly stiffened, and the whole person looked as pale as if he had heard that his relatives had been in a car accident.

"I'm sorry Mr. Quayle..." Without saying a word, the intermediary walked out of the counter directly, picked up the cosmic spirit ball on the table and forcibly stuffed it to Quill, and began to push vigorously: "I'm really sorry, but if it gets involved with Ronan, I don't want to touch this deal!"

"Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, oh, stop! What do you mean?!" Quill looked at the intermediary who was crying and mourning, as if he was being chased and killed, and was very puzzled: "Who is Ronan?"

The intermediary shook his head and said in a very hurried tone: "Ronan is a fanatic maniac of the Cree Empire, extremely dissatisfied with the peace agreement, he will not stop if he does not destroy the Sandar civilization and my civilization!"

"Please, don't do that..."

"I really can't mess with this person!"

"Huh, then you can afford to mess with me?!"

The panicked intermediary didn't answer him, and waved open the door, pulling Quill out.

"Goodbye, Mr. Quill!"

With a bang, the door closed and was locked inside.

"Hey, we said yes dude!" Quill shouted angrily as he looked at the dead door, but no one paid any attention to him.

Just as Quill was in the middle of an air, a slender green woman caught his eye.

I don't know what Quill thinks, or if it's because he's lived too long in the group of cannibalistic men under Yongdu.

No matter who the other party is, as long as it is a woman and she is good-looking, he is happy to 'have a leg' with her.

Oh yes, and the fact that he's good looks might have to be crossed out, because Quill has also been to an Asgard.

Note that this Asgar is not Asgard, Asgar is a branch of the Zerg, has tentacles, and their teeth are as sharp as needles, the kind that can bite you into honeycomb coal.

And Quill is still a person who dares to try any stimulus bite...

Ahem, in short, in some ways, I'm afraid Watson will have to bow down to him.

As for the green, it's just a little s~

"What happened?"

"Uh... This guy doesn't talk much. ”

At this time, a faint voice suddenly sounded behind Quill (snorting ~ licking ~)

"I usually hate the most dishonest person, Peter Quayle, known as Star-Lord. ”

(Lick~Lick~)

"You look like a..."

"Trustworthy people? yes, I'll just do that..."

(Lick~Lick~)

“·······”

"Damn, dude, can you not lick around behind people's backs?! Obviously accosting seriously, but Quil, who was disturbed repeatedly and repeatedly, suddenly turned around in a rage.

"The road here is wide, wide... Uh·· You..."

"Hi ~ Quill (叧slip~lick~)" Watson licked the last ice cream ball into his mouth and showed an innocent and handsome smile to Quiel.