Star Hunting Guide

Inside the transport ship, Jopp's clothes were untied and scattered on both sides of his body. His white chest was already covered with dirty hickey marks. He raised his leg and wanted to kick the man who was holding him down, but he was caught and forcefully Breaking apart, Harmon's body pressed against him tightly, reaching out to pull his pants chain.

The tyrannical organ almost jumped out of Harmon's pants, and Yop trembled all over when he saw it, and his originally strong and calm expression instantly collapsed, screaming in horror: "No! Don't! Let me go!"

"Call it dear, I like it when you scream!" Harmon licked his delicate skin lewdly, raised his thigh, sucked and bit the tender flesh on the inside, leaving a purple-red mark, Jop's Muscles were convulsed, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, sweaty blond hair stuck to his forehead, and he cried while crying: "Stop! Don't touch me! His Majesty Andreev will kill you and burn your whole family to death! !!"

Andreev's name in devouring the star system is naturally very loud. Even if it is said in the mouth of such a small prisoner, it is enough to cause an instant shock. The lunatic Harmon paused, although he did not believe that he and An What does Delev have to do with it, but the strong inertia of worship also made him doubtful.

With tears streaming down his face, Yop cried, "Don't touch me! I want to see His Majesty Andreev, take me to him, and he will give you a bounty, ten slaves better than me. "

Seeing his collapsed expression, Harmon was a little uncertain if he was lying, and looked back at the pilot, who shrugged and said, "Don't take any chances, Harmon, maybe he is really His Majesty Andreev's insider, no? A few people dare to make fun of his old man, you should bear with it, go back and implement it, if he is lying, I don't mind helping you teach him a lesson."

Hearing the last sentence, Harmon let out a "Tch!", seeming to scoff at his assumption, and rubbed his hard part on Yop's body, causing a burst of terrified trembling and sobbing.

"I'm not jealous of you, Harmon." The pilot curled his lips, "Master Dolulu has warned you a long time ago, when you go out to work, you have to take care of your dick, in case you touch someone you shouldn't touch , maybe it will be handed over to someone else to take care of." As he spoke, he burst out into a wretched laugh.

In the end, Harmon still had scruples. Although he was unwilling to look at the beautiful Yop, he still did not continue the atrocities below. He leaned on the back of the chair in front of him and used his rough right hand to solve the problem. He has been lingering on Yop's body, seeing him thoroughly, and finally sprayed the thick liquid on his pink chest in a wicked way.

A few hours later, the transport ship returned to the base, and before it even landed, Harmon notified the ground staff of Yopp's surprise attack on them, and asked to connect with Lord Dolulu. They captured a man who claimed to be related to His Majesty Andreev. captive.

The ground staff immediately connected to Duolulu. Hearing that Yop asked to see Andreev, Duolulu was also a little confused. You must know that His Majesty's greatest hobby is to place various spies by his side, even though he is him. The insider was placed next to Oli, but he might not have another spy by his side, so he hesitated and said, "Take him to the central building."

Yop was brought into Duolulu's office. After several hours of bumpy sailing, he was already in a state of distress, because he was thrown into the warehouse with his hands bound and without a safety belt, rolling around and beating in the ore After walking all the way, his body was covered in dust and slag, and his clothes were almost colorless. Fortunately, his face was clean, except for a not-so-deep scratch on his forehead.

Duolulu gave him a gloomy look, vaguely remembering that he was a congregation in the eighth quadrant, and he looked quite handsome now, waved away Harmon, and said, "What's your name?"

Yop was still bound by Harmon's shoelaces. He looked around uneasily and said hoarsely, "My name is Yop. I want to see His Majesty Andreev."

Duolulu frowned: "Do you know His Majesty Andreev?"

"I want to see him, and I won't say anything until he comes." Jopp's voice became more persistent, and after a pause, he added, "Don't try to kill me, he won't if he knows Let you go."

Duolulu remained silent, and looked deeply into his eyes. Although Yop's expression was still terrified, his eyes were very clear and firm. Judging from his countless experiences, he did not seem to be fake.

At this moment, the intercom made a soft beep, and Duolulu was connected, but his eyes were still fixed on Yop: "What's the matter?"

"Master Dolulu, His Majesty Andreev has finished his inspection of your base and is about to board the ship to leave. Is there anything else you need to report to him?"

After pondering for a while, Duolulu finally said in a low voice: "Please tell your majesty that there is a man named Yuepu who claims to know him and asks to see him."

After a moment of silence: "Your Majesty asked you to send him here in person."

Soon, Yop was brought into Andreev's cruise ship, and two guards with live ammunition took him from Duolulu and pushed him into a large cabin.

The light in the cabin was as bright as day, which was completely different from the darkness in the passage outside, which made Yop feel dizzy for a moment, and contracted his pupils, only to see clearly a middle-aged man with a gloomy face sitting on a chair in the corner of the cabin.

Andreev is about six or seven hundred years old, and his figure is somewhat similar to that of Sauter. He is tall, burly, with dark brown hair close to his scalp and short, and his deep facial features are full of traces of years and battles. It looks rigid and austere.

"Your name is Yop?" Andreev's voice was as painful as the noise of metal friction, "You want to see me?"

"Yes, yes." Facing the legendary demonic existence of the leader of the rebel army, Yop couldn't help trembling again, perhaps this was also the reason why he was too weak because he hadn't eaten for too long.

"I hope you can find a good excuse." Andreev smiled sinisterly, "I'm no more charitable than lunatic Harmon."

Yop's face was as white as white, and the composure he was trying to maintain was almost broken by his horrified smile. He managed to stabilize his emotions, and tremblingly said: "I, I ask you to release me."

Andreev looked at him playfully and gave him a "why" look, Yop licked his lips and said, "I was caught here with the people from the eighth quadrant by accident, I, I am not a member of the Devouring Cult."

Andreev gave him a "so what" mocking smile, and Yop finally said: "My father is Quimby, if you are willing to release me, I believe he will give you a certain reward."

"Oh!" An expression of sudden realization appeared on Andreev's face, he laughed and said, "I hope you didn't lie to my child, because the father you said is on this ship at the moment, I am a happy person , now let us verify your father-son relationship!"

Before he had any objection, Andreev pressed the call and gave a few instructions to a guard. Two minutes later, the cabin door opened, and a slender and handsome middle-aged man walked in. He saw the standing Jopp, who was in a panic in the corner, frowned dissatisfiedly, and glanced at Andreev again: "Your Majesty Andreev, what do you mean?"

"Oh, so you really know each other?" Andreev paced back and forth in a good mood, "Then I am very lucky, Mr. Quimby, to let your son suffer a little bit on my mine star, I'm really sorry. Fortunately, the misunderstanding has been resolved now, the property is returned to the original owner, and the father and son are reunited, haha..." With a crooked smile, he said, "But before that, you don't mind paying me a little fee, after all, He attempted to hijack one of my transports and seriously wounded one of my men."

Quimby's face was extremely cold. Except for the glance when he entered the door, he didn't even look at Yop again. He thought about it sullenly, and said simply and directly: "For the eighth batch of aid, the interest rate will be reduced by one percentage point."

"Ha!" Andreev smiled sarcastically, "I heard you right, Mr. Quimby, is this the worth of your son? Let me calculate how much... Haha, 50 gold coins, you are not kidding me Bar?"

Kunby frowned tightly with his long brows, and said coldly: "As an adopted son, he is only worth so much." Looking into Andreev's eyes, he repeated firmly: "It's only worth so much."

The eyes of the two were deadlocked for a few seconds, and Quimby added: "Or you can keep him, he is good in bed, and 50 is worth it."

Yop's thin and thin figure shrank in the corner, his face was getting paler and paler. After hearing this sentence, his whole body trembled like an electric shock, and his lips trembled and he said weakly: "No!"

Andreev stared at Quimby closely, searching his eyes judgedly, tensed his masseter muscles for a long time, and said, "Two percentage points."

"One."

Andreev finally compromised, not because he cared about the 50 gold coins, but because he cared about Quimby, the big benefactor. He was not sure that Yop was really insignificant to Quimby, or it was just a businessman's play hard to get, but He really can't turn his back on Quimby yet—the reason why he has been able to develop industries and mine resources on such a large scale in recent years is all thanks to the low-interest loans provided by Quimby, although he can make a lot of money here There are few benefits, and a lot of minerals have been swallowed, but after all, in this relationship of mutual assistance and mutual benefit, I am on the demand side to a greater extent.

"Okay." Andreev immediately recovered his calm and solemn expression, and said, "Don't be so nervous my friend, it's just a joke, money and so on, it's just a trifle." Despite what he said, he still Immediately, he drew up the contract and handed it to Quimby. Quimby only glanced at it before signing it, and then asked coldly, "Can I take him away now?"

"of course."

Quimby's gaze fell on Yop for the second time, and his voice was still cold: "Follow me."

Quimby led him into a luxurious cabin, and untied the shoelaces on his hands. Yop had been tied up for too long, and as soon as he let go, he frowned painfully while holding his shoulders, and arched his waist. Quimby stroked his hair gently, pressed his thumb lightly to the wound on his forehead, and Yop gave a soft hiss.

"You were arrested alone?" Quimby asked in a low voice and cryptically, this is Andreev's territory, and his tentacles are everywhere.

"No." Yop knew this well, and answered simply.

Quimby gave him a clear look and asked, "How is things going?"

"The time is too short, only about half a month, and I was caught here with him. I left in a hurry, and I didn't bring my things with me." Yop's eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to meet his gaze. Quinby But he didn't take it seriously, as if he was used to his panicked expression, he snorted, his hand slipped down to pinch Yop's chin, and a cold, possessive kiss fell on his lips.

Yop passively and obediently accepted the kiss from his adoptive father, but his hands still hugged his shoulders. Quinby was puzzled by his awkward movements, and left his lips, looking at his shrinking eyes with judgment, Suddenly she lowered her head and sniffed at his neck, then her expression changed drastically, she grabbed his hands and pushed them over her head, tearing off his clothes with two strokes.

"No! Dad!" Yop screamed in horror, but the ravaged body was unstoppably displayed in front of Quimby's eyes. The smell of bodily fluids filled his nostrils instantly.

"No, no, no!" Yop hurriedly broke free from his restraints, took a few steps back and hugged his body, tears fell uncontrollably, "He didn't touch my dad, it's just... no, no, no! Dad, please You, please don't abandon me..."

Quimby looked at Yop with an uncertain expression, and remained silent. This kind of silence, which was like waiting for the verdict, almost made the exhausted Yop collapse. fell on the carpet.

Quimby subconsciously caught him before his head hit the corner of the table, and held the thin boy in his arms. Then, he sighed softly, carried him into the bathroom, and slowly put him into the bathtub , turned on the shower.

With the sound of rustling water, he walked out of the bathroom and turned on the communicator: "Your Majesty Andreev, maybe 50 gold coins is a little small for you, but if you listen to the news I attached, I believe you will Felt it was worth it.”