Has Lord Lord summoned players today [Interstellar]

In an instant, new and old hatreds surged up, and the blood of the players began to boil: "It belongs to the Klan star system!!"

"They messed with Yu Zai, do we want to get it back?"

"You still have the guts to appear in front of me!!"

"Go!!! Hit them!!!"

In the next moment, before the polite smiling faces of the emissary team of the Klan star system turned into a panic in response to the situation, the excited players jumped up and punched them first!

"what--!!"

The screams pierced the air, as if the horn of action sounded, without anyone directing, the players had already activated their talent skills, and in an instant, the originally quiet and orderly palace was turned into a chaotic vegetable market!

"Spicy chicken eats me up!!!"

"I also want to let you taste the taste of being tied into rice dumplings!!"

None of the people on Church Planet had seen such a big battle. They were dumbfounded and didn't know whether to stop the player first or protect Kelan's envoy. Yu Jia and Xu Jitong were quite experienced, and they caught Dong Huanzhu and Tong Xinghui skillfully. Go to the corner cat: "What are you still doing?"

Yu Jia pressed the start button of the mecha bracelet on his hand, and opened the mech with a bang. It was the product his old man had used when he was negotiating with the Six-Star Alliance.

He glanced at Dong Huanzhu and Tong Xinghui, and repeated: "Why are you still standing there?"

He deliberately prolonged his voice and returned what he just said: "Huh? Why do I feel that these guests are not so polite?"

Tong Xinghui's expression was complicated: "I thought it was just a coincidence..."

I didn't expect that it is really normal for these people on earth to fight in groups every now and then?

Dong Huanzhu bit the pipe in his mouth, and burst out laughing: "Hahahahaha."

She laughed so hard that she almost didn't pick up her pipe: "Lord Yu Jia, your subordinates are too much fun, aren't they?"

Yu Jia chuckled twice: "Chengrang—so you really don't care about the Klan people outside?"

Dong Huanzhu said indifferently: "Whatever, I didn't intend to agree to them at first. If you are beaten to death, you deserve it."

"..."

Although he felt a little relieved, Yu Jia still asked: "Then do other people know what you mean?"

He pointed outside: "I heard correctly, someone should be fighting."

"It's not that I didn't remind you. When those guys outside get excited, they're like a runaway husky. They can't be controlled."

Dong Huanzhu: "..."

Perfect mask broken JPG

She stood up abruptly and wanted to go out, but Yu Jia's mechanical shell has undergone many technological innovations and upgrades, and it has become extremely strong and stable. Finally, Dong Huanzhu turned to look at Yu Jia, winking at Yu Jia pitifully: "My lord... "

Yu Jia: "Ugh."

This group fight ended very quickly, after all, the difference in combat effectiveness between the two parties in the fight was too great.

After there was no movement outside, Yu Jia put away the mechanical umbrella and went out. The players were all standing in the main hall. Most of the tables and dishes fell to the ground in disarray. Huddled in a corner shivering very winkingly.

——The ones that are more miserable have to be the Klan messenger and his party.

There are ten people in the entire team, and no one's clothes are still intact. All the members have bruised noses and swollen faces, crying, if they have not been tied into rice dumplings, they are probably rolling all over the floor.

[I'm so poor] He even patted his chest for credit: "Yu Zai! The enemy has been killed by us!"

The corner of Yu Jia's mouth twitched: "This is on someone else's territory, low-key, low-key."

[I'm so poor] Immediately, he showed a look of enlightenment, and said to Dong Huanzhu: "Miss Dong Huanzhu! The enemy has been killed by us!"

Dong Huanzhu made sure that nothing serious happened to his people, his expression relaxed, and he bit his pipe again: "Oh? Actually, they are also my guests."

Her tone was lazy, but she didn't feel annoyed that the guests were offended at all.It was Tong Xinghui who wanted to explain: "Everyone..."

"Miss Dong Huanzhu!"

One of the zongzi screaming on the ground suddenly screamed.

"Miss Dong Huanzhu! If you still want our Klan's help, throw these rude barbarians out immediately!!!"

The one who opened the mouth was a thin man with long hair. At this time, the players had turned him into a chicken coop.

Since the clothes were all torn, Yu Jia had no way of judging this person's status through her attire, but this kind of arrogant and stupid behavior could basically be defined as dementia.

At this moment, this person is still shouting loudly: "——otherwise, don't blame us for going to help your sister!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people in the field changed dramatically.

The unkind eyes of the players were even more murderous, Yu Jia and Xu Jitong were quite surprised, as for the Yuelang people——

Tong Xinghui, who had a gentle expression, suddenly turned cold, while Dong Huanzhu, who was always smiling, put away the smirk on his face, revealing the coldness in his eyes.

"Although I know that people in the Klan star system are not good people," she said in a casual tone, "but this is the first time I've seen such a mindless idiot as you."

The long-haired man's swollen pig's head froze, and he finally realized what he had just yelled in anger.

"As for me, I practice fair exchange. I will give you back what you give me," Dong Huanzhu said coolly, "Since everyone treats me like this, then I won't be polite."

She took off the pipe and played with it in her hand: "Throw all these idiots out for me."

Yu Jiashang hadn't realized who Dong Huanzhu was sending, but the players had already figured it out, and 20 people came out. They raised their feet and scratched their heads tacitly, and the Klan envoys came out with a "hey yo hey yo" Hallway, then: "Three—two—one!"

Amidst the earth-shattering screams, Yu Jia silently looked at Dong Huanzhu.

Dong Huanzhu spread his hands: "What are you looking at me for? I didn't order them."

She motioned Yu Jia to look at the other hall door, where the Yuelang guards who rushed over were standing there at a loss: "I'm calling for my guards!"

Yu Jia: "..."

He held his breath and said, "You better be careful yourself! Didn't you hear that the Klan people said they would help Dong Huan clear?"

Dong Huanzhu bit his pipe: "So?"

"So?! Don't you worry?"

Dong Huanzhu made Xizi hold his heart weakly: "I'm worried, I'm very worried."

She frowned: "Thinking about it, the emissary team of the Klan people will also go to Dong Huanqing's place, right?"

"so--"

In the next second, Dong Huanzhu turned to face the player, raised his hands like a star who said "everybodyputyourhandsup" to fans at a concert, and said loudly: "Sorry guys! A good banquet was interrupted by a group of spoilers! Please wait a moment , let’s serve the dishes again!!”

"it is good!!!!"

At that moment, Yu Jia felt that the last thing she should have was to have too much sympathy.

After a night of banquet and carnival, the players were scattered all over Church Star to play, while Yu Jia slept until the sun was high, and it was the little yellow chicken who jumped on him and danced on him before barely opening his sleepy eyes: "What are you doing?"

"Hey—didn't Yuelang talk about holding a meeting to discuss the plan? Why don't you go?"

"Tired," Yu Jia lay straight on the bed, "Destroy StarCraft—anyway, I don't care if there is one or not."

The little yellow chicken looked at Yu Jia carefully: "—You have changed, son."

Yu Jia stared quietly at the little yellow chicken: "Who are you calling?"

"Calling you," the little yellow chicken said affectionately, "Is there any problem?"

Yu Jia stared at the little yellow chicken quietly for a while, but withdrew her hand that touched the space button.

He turned over and buried himself in the quilt: "It's up to you."

"!!!"

The little yellow chicken bounced on Yu Jia's body three times in shock: "There's something wrong with you!"

It jumped to the head of Yu Jia's bed, and with its little fat wings, it dug Yu Jia's head out of the bed and hugged it in its arms: "What's wrong with you, baby! What can you tell mom! Mom will always be your strong backing!"

Yu Jia's calm and shocking voice came out indistinctly: "——Are you a hen?!"

"Look at what you said, a male mother is also a mother... Bah! Who the hell is a chicken?!"

The little yellow chicken let go of the person with two peeps: "I am the great will of the world!!!"

It cursed bad luck a few times, and suddenly realized that Yu Jia hadn't frowned like before, and he hadn't threatened himself with a giant lock and a titanium alloy chicken coop—although those things couldn't actually trap it.

Yu Jia has already covered her head with a quilt, using her strength to prove that she doesn't hear anything out of the window.

The little yellow chicken pulled Yu Jia's head out again with its paws, put its chubby body against Yu Jia's ear, and said softly in its own milky voice: "You look like you met a dangerous ostrich."

The temperature on Yu Jia's face rose a little, as if it was a little loose.

The little yellow chicken immediately made persistent efforts: "It really looks very silly!"

A series of laughter erupted in the quiet room, Yu Jia's hands were closed into fists and then loosened, and finally he picked up the quilt and covered the little yellow chicken with his backhand: "You still dare to laugh?!"

He turned over and jumped off the bed, wishing he could kick the little yellow chicken off and let it feel the baptism of socialism: "What's so funny?!!"

The little yellow chicken struggled under the quilt for a while and got out, arguing: "Isn't it funny?!"

It simply slumped on the bed, occupying Yu Jia's position first, leaving Yu Jia with no quilt to hide in: "So——what's wrong with you?"

Yu Jia stood beside the bed in a moody manner, looking at her expression as if she was thinking about whether to eat braised chicken or ginseng chicken soup: "It's nothing."

The corners of his eyes and brows drooped, and he looked a little tired: "I'm just a little bit, I want to go home."

The little yellow chicken who couldn't stop giggling suddenly fell silent.

After all, speaking of it, it was the culprit who brought Yu Jia here due to an operation error.

Yu Jia has been in the Interstellar Universe for almost two years. Except for asking at the beginning, she never said a single word like "going home" after that, nor did she show such an almost "sad" emotion. Xiao Huang The chicken doesn't quite understand such feelings, and the whole chicken is at a loss for a while.

It said cautiously: "But your ashes are all gone."

After saying that last time, Yu Jia only cared about being irritable—the two had been together for nearly two years, and the little yellow chicken thought to himself that he was more experienced in dealing with irritable lords.

So this time...

Sure enough, Yu Jia glared at him, but he didn't show a furious and irritable expression, but quickly let go of his anger.

He turned around to wash in depression again, found an unopened bottle of nutritional supplement and gulped it down, finished it in one gulp, went back to the bed, squeezed the drowsy little yellow chicken, shook off the quilt, and lay down again .

"up to you."

He replied lazily.

"I'm going to bed anyway."

The little yellow chicken rolled twice on the ground, and finally sat up in shock.

Yu Jia's state...

"Cheer up, cub! If you get sick, you need to be cured! This is the interstellar universe! The technology is very advanced!"

Yu Jia: "Climb! I'm very good!"

"Don't do this! Mental health is also important! Promise me! Treat well! Everything will be fine!"

Yu Jia: "Go away!!!"

The quarrel between one person and one chicken ended with Yu Jia throwing the little yellow chicken out of the room, he slammed the door shut, and then fell under the quilt.

The bunch of messy things that the little yellow chicken said are all nonsense, Yu Jia is very aware of his mental health - rather than saying that he is really sick, it is better to say that he is really a little tired.

After coming to the Interstellar Universe for nearly two years, Yu Jia's nerves have always been tense.

At first, I was nervous about my own life.

Later, it was players who were afraid of being unable to control trouble.

Now he is always worried that he can't be a lord and add chaos to things.

And these accumulated emotions finally exploded now—he hadn't been so worried when he was working as a social animal before, hadn't he? !

At this moment, Yu Jia could only think of one sentence.

He, want, let, leave.