The whole universe knows that His Majesty has a crush on me

There are carrier-based fighters used by the Seraphim pirates, all of which are military models of the Serrelian Empire, but not manufactured by the Empire.

We scanned them with optical computers and found that they could be encoded.

Look at the arrangement of numbers and symbols, it is completely different from the Imperial Fleet.

"...They can all be produced in their own military factories, or they can be copied by disassembling the Empire's fighter planes."

The voice of His Royal Highness the Prince was heard on the channel.

"It says in the article that it is a carrier wave analyzer, which is specially used to find medium and large ships in the starry sky, but it is obviously more targeted at passenger ships."

"Let's go," they sat in the driver's seat, "just follow me."

Looking at the complex operating system in front of us, let's talk about assisted driving projection on Saturday and briefly introduce the functions of each panel.

Then lift the thrusters, hold the steering wheel and take off.

The hangar door has been opened.

Dylan's energy fighter flew ahead and shot into the vast energy starry sky like a sharp arrow.

But you don't really need to be able to fly a fighter jet, it just serves to give direction.

...We seriously suspect that there is an element of showing off skills in it.

The fighter plane in front suddenly rotated in the air, and the tail flames of the engine suddenly swung in the air, leaving behind a series of dazzling and scorching flames.

They intertwined into countless nested energy spiral afterimages, and quickly dissipated into the vast energy starry sky.

Therefore, you can dodge and shoot from the front.

Watch the interceptor ship's rotating machine gun spinning wildly, with golden and red energy bombs flickering and hammers following closely behind the small energy fighter.

——It seems that the pirates who landed on the passenger ship have been killed in the battle. However, there are still some accomplices outside, and most of them know the news from outside.

Those outside should have retreated when the energy was released, but most of them were pulled by the tractor beams cast by the frigates and were unable to break free immediately.

The few remaining free ships had already arrived, and they probably all wanted to rescue their companions, so they didn't leave.

We watched helplessly as the fighter plane in front of us sped away, then rolled a few times in the air in a fancy way, and there was no machine gun to shoot at it when it evaded us.

The fighter jets were getting closer and closer to the interceptor ship.

Although visual warfare seems far away, for some space vehicles, they may even crash into each other soon.

Although the two piloted fighter jets look sophisticated, they are actually extremely energy-intensive and fast-moving types, and they have very limited reserves, so they need to be transported on ships.

They couldn't help but ask, "...How are we going to get in next?"

With just the power of the two small fighter planes, I'm afraid they can't blow up the energy shield of the interceptor ship in front.

"Look at the ship ahead," Dillon replied in the channel, "I didn't say that the ability users are protecting those pirate ships from being damaged. Otherwise, with the strength of the energy shields of those interceptor ships, how could they possibly withstand the energy turbolaser cannons of those passenger ships——"

"Oh, it's all in the ship."

Although he didn't feel it before, Dylan brought it here.

At a certain distance, we released our mental power and could vaguely feel that there was something unusual about the ship in front of us.

Obviously there are experts among them.

Compared to his life.

"I understand."
They unbuckled their seat belts and said, "Just give it a try."

To set the fighter to follow mode, press the thruster to the bottom and rush towards the ship in front like lightning.

The interceptor ship has much less flexibility than a fighter plane and cannot dodge quickly. If the two sides are about to collide, you can't see it at the moment, so you have to jump out from the driver's seat.

There was a loud explosion.

The energy shield covering the spacecraft was cracked, and the thick energy hangar safety door had a hole in it, so they crashed right in.

The pirates in the hangar were terrified.

One of them vomited blood on the spot, and blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, soon staining his chest and protective clothing red.

"How, how is it possible——"

Those pirates didn't expect to see a fight on the passenger ship, so they didn't know the identity of the newcomers.

"How do we break through the Magna Energy Shield?!"

They were all confused, "It seems that the fighter plane is not at all--"

They stood up from the ground, rubbed the back of their necks, looked back and saw nothing.

I just saw the wreckage of a fighter plane break into pieces and turn into space junk floating away.

"What can we do? No matter how low the ship's shield is, or how high the hangar door is, we can just use our bodies to open it."

We kindly explained that there was no point.

The fighter jet didn't have such great power, and its protective shield was shattered in flames in an instant.

But the explosion and impact inside would not hurt him, and he would have to jump out and crash directly into the ship.

"…It seems like the number of people we killed in the past two days has reached a certain level."

They looked at themselves and saw that they had turned into rags again. "How about we surrender? Let's let the government's executioners do the work?"

The star pirates came to kill and fight.

However, they all wore light combat armor, so regardless of their inherent strength, with the assistance of their equipment, their performance was better than that of the Kokutos combat gang.

But all of them are meaningful.

Trying to catch the hiltless molten sword with bare hands, feeling the heat spreading in your palms, your five fingers fail to grasp it, and the alloy blade shatters instantly.

Tiny energy fragments flew into the air like a rain of hot energy light.

He had to grab the lower half of the broken sword and thrust it into the throat of the pirate in front of him.

The outer shell of the mecha shattered, and red mist splashed out. The high temperature burned the flesh and blood, and burned the neck to leave a hole.

See if the wound is still spreading outwards.

The pirates' movements were slightly slowed down for a moment, and almost everyone they met showed despair on their faces at the same time.

But will we choose to surrender?

Everyone on the ship has blood on their hands.

If they were all taken to the Ole Neng Court, they would most likely be sentenced to death. Even if they were sentenced to life imprisonment in public, they would still be killed in prison sooner or later.

——After all, they either robbed passenger ships or extorted ransom, or directly attacked large corporate transport ships.

Therefore, the number of offenses can be countless, and it can be said that people from all walks of life have been affected. Ordinary people may have their relatives killed, and the interests of nobles' companies may be damaged.

"…Would you like to come and watch the news?"

Dylan came in half a minute late.

The rear part of the cabin was full of holes and pits, with corpses lying in all directions, broken armor and body parts mixed together.

The black-haired girl squatted beside him, her snow-white back completely exposed, her smooth and slender back muscles slightly undulating.

Put your hands on your knees and stand with your fingers pointed and sharp, in the shape of claws.

"And," His Royal Highness added before he got an answer, "I think we can make plans, just like we could watch popcorn movies in ancient times."

They turned around and asked, "What news?"

These pirates are actually quite capable, and if you get a chance to see them, they have some abilities, including the ability to control ice, fire, and water elements.

But their killing power is very limited, so in the end you can only kill them to get their clothes.

Please use the light computer to immediately know what Dillon Ran is talking about.

[The Aulai royal family is in chaos! The former crown prince's fiancée secretly met with the crown prince's cousin]

[The crisis-ridden Enstyx star field: Seraph guerrillas hijacked a passenger ship at the border of Ranole! 】

[The rampant Seraph pirates were destroyed: Gemini 12 was rescued! The distress signal was sent within five minutes! ]

No push notification popped up.

None of the pictures were of a group photo with Dylan, or a picture of a passenger ship fighting in the corridor.

The photos were taken from behind, so we could only see the blurry profile of His Royal Highness the Prince.

Under the influence of the interference device, the appearance and even the body lines are completely clear, but most of the movements can be seen.

Read the comments below and there is still no confusion.

"Are you going to the passenger ship to fight the pirates during the secret meeting? You are being smeared for doing good things. How can you tolerate such things? I hope you will be tortured to death by the pirates and there will be no rescue!"

"How long has it been since your family broke off the engagement? How can you date someone else?"

"The Crown Prince is so unlucky. His fiancée and his ex-wife have been together for a long time, and he has given up his old relationship. He also wants to be the Crown Prince's wife. So he wants both?"

"It's so funny. If they are really so eager to fight, then they can't get up early. Are you guys guilty of being so sneaky? Next, we should check the dukes and so on. Do you want the title of the crown prince's spouse?"

"The next crown prince wants both money and bloodline to get a fiancée, and a new lover. What a jerk. How dare you say that?"

"So it's totally a coincidence that the Duke of Dian just broke off the engagement and started to get close to his ex-fiancé's cousin?"

"Arm and abdominis, right? Come on, there are so many photos of Dylan and other nobles arm in arm, men, women, young and old, all arm in arm [picture][picture][picture][picture][picture][picture][picture][picture], how's that enough? Which one of those dukes looks more like he has no legs?"

It makes us dizzy and confused. We just glance over and see people cursing and 80% of them are trolls.

Either you get the money or it’s all AI, everyone is having fun arguing about it.

To wordlessly take off a piece of clothing and put it on, "...whatever."

"Many of them came and left messages."
Dylan looked at the computer and asked, "What does it have to do with me?"

I have too many social media accounts, and from time to time I post some random things, but the frequency is so high and I rarely reply to others.

But because of his special status, he still has a lot of fans, although not as many as the Crown Prince.

How could the crown prince be responsible for so many accounts? In fact, the male protagonist doesn't like it.

Speaking of it, when it comes to the neighboring Sereia Empire, most of the accounts of the previous emperors were managed by the operations officers.

The only thing is that there is no one here now. Although I don’t have an account, I have never posted any content, nor have I followed anyone. It seems like I have just registered.

Just looking at the number of fans can prove how special the account is.

"…You sound like you really don't want to bother with us."
The dots muttered to themselves speechlessly.

How afraid I am that Dylan will post something random.

It doesn't matter to me. Secondly, it is a benefit to the Crown Prince and the King. However, they all feel that they have "cheated" too early.

His Royal Highness will never do anything to please us.

Soon, the interceptor ship captains surrendered.

　Although most of the content has some skills, there are still differences between drivers and combat personnel, and some of them probably have not been killed directly.

After the death of the ability user, the remaining interception ships lost the power to resist, and were quickly beaten to a pulp by the rescue fleet that came from the Orleans Customs.

When we returned to our ship battle, we received a voice message from Kyle.

To be picked up immediately.

A deep and powerful male voice came from my ear, "How about next time?"

We just thought that we could sail as soon as the storm was over.

"Come down to fight?"

"what?"

"My breathing is a bit disordered."

"All of that," they were a little surprised, "I thought Mosquito had recovered... Actually, it's nothing. I just solved it and didn't say that my ability was enough to deal with it. Of course, the main reason was that I didn't enter the awakening state, because it seemed that I had overdrawn and was backfired, so it took a little time."

You should realize that your breathing has calmed down. How could the little lizard hear that?

"Well," Kyle said without further ado, "lower level than me?"

“… Both.”

"You can find more people with similar or higher levels to you and fight with them. If you rarely make this attempt, you can start with the former."

Kyle said.

Click: “?”
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The barium level is so high that the whole universe can't see it.

And want the same ability -

Points: "It doesn't matter, who can really improve themselves by fighting with them?"

"Well, if I don't have combat experience, any opponent I can compete with will be a boost for me. Even if I can finish off the opponent in a matter of seconds, watching them will... help me get familiar with the feeling of combat."
He said slowly and anxiously, "Once you gain some experience, you should get used to seeing things that are relatively more powerful. Otherwise, when you encounter an opponent who can hurt you, it will be difficult to react in time."

They nodded, "It's all based on experience."

"Anything."
Kyle said frankly, "I have encountered many opponents that I couldn't defeat in the first place, and I made some attempts before I found a solution. At that time, I felt that if I had waited longer, I could have faced more powerful enemies and accumulated more experience, and I would have been able to react faster, unless the conditions allowed."

"Indeed," they said subconsciously, "There are so many high-level bloodlines, it's normal to rarely encounter them."

So to be honest, the probability that all the guys are C-level is indeed higher.

　There are many remote and small planets that can be used for battles. There are only a few million or a few hundred thousand people in total. It is impossible to pick out all the B-level ones.

Even if you get there, most of them may not have awakened their abilities at all, so why bother looking at those high-energy C-level ones who have mastered the awakening level?

We thought about it and said, "It really works... I will practice with you when I get to the sky."

After saying it, I regretted it.

If you want to pretend to be a B-level, theoretical warfare is feasible, after all, you have never concealed your wealth or even noble status.

But is it really possible to suppress all of your abilities to B-level strength? !
Otherwise, what if it has never been damaged?
And the family said that it could be done before!
I guess I have accumulated enough experience by now!

What sense of existence do you want to put here?

Their minds were in a mess, and they had to withdraw quickly. "Uh, I can help you find it..."

"of course can."
Kyle agreed straightforwardly, "But at this stage, we need to solve the energy problem first--"

"Ah, right, right," they quickly explained the matter, "Just go find someone of the same level, all right, no problem! In fact, there is no one of the same level around me, so I went to ask."

To temporarily exit the channel.

Dylan still had a ship in the battleship and had not left. It was probably going to drag it all the way to the Capital System and the Tamos System where they could split up.

"...My friend suggested that you fight with people of the same level as you? You're right. At least you'll get used to being hurt and in pain, and your healing speed will be improved. Even though the lower limit is very high for us, even if it's reduced from three seconds to two seconds, it's still very important at certain times."

The silver-haired young man lazily leaned in the viewing corridor, his green eyes shining like washed emerald green.

"This applies to any ability that doesn't mention level and wants to improve its combat effectiveness, unless you always want to fight against those who are weaker than you, and I think it's obvious that everything depends on this type of ability."

We fell into sincerity.

After a few seconds of calm, I realized that I had never really been in crisis.

Even when the scorpion tail ability appeared when it awakened for the first time, most of them would still be in a trance and make some subconscious struggles. In fact, even if they failed to conjure up a tail, they would still be hurt.

But you will find that you haven't reached that state of awareness yet.

"...Your Highness," the other raised his head, "Can Your Majesty lose his fighting power instantly? What about entering the awakening state?"

Dylan raised his eyebrows slightly, "It depends on your tolerance for pain. That is to say, we have to practice to be able to endure the same level of pain, to be able to continue fighting, to be able to move at that level."

The guys didn't get excited and blurted out, "How about we give it to him or try it without punching him?"

"Ok?"
The silver-haired young man stroked his chin and tilted his head with interest, "Sure, where should I hit you? How hard should I hit you?"

There was no answer, but a series of questions followed: "Bruise? Broken bones? Shattered internal organs? Or perforated?"

They were all frowning, "I feel like they are all still taking things step by step, like something that can be recovered in half an hour?"

Dylan replied, "Oh, it seems that all kinds of things are possible."

"…Just enough to break the bones, thank you."

They stretched out their left arms heroically, and then turned their heads away without daring to look, as if choosing to avoid the injection.

Warm fingers can stroke the chin, pinch the face to force you to turn your head.

"What the hell is going on here?"
The silver-haired young man looked at himself speechlessly, "I have to get into a serious and combat-capable state. Mosquito will hurt me, and then I'll see if I can continue. That's the point."

They nodded and said, "Just try it."

Without saying anything, he raised his hand and punched his opponent in the chin.

Dylan dodged sideways and attacked as fast as lightning. He grabbed the opponent's right wrist and twisted it inwards. He also used his other hand to entangle his forearm and then pulled it inwards.

We finally felt the meaning of fighting on the same level.

It's the same as watching those enemies being unable to move or fight no matter what.

——If there is no action mentioned in the text, the balance will be completely lost.

Even though he was prepared early, his lower body couldn't hold up and he was dragged forward and couldn't fall.

Even because of the height difference, he was already slightly off the ground. He could only try to adjust his body shape in the air and lift his knees to push towards the opponent's waist and abdomen.

Dylan took a step back to the side and at the same time leaned forward, without turning his arm, he raised his fingers from his fighting arm and then raised his elbow to smash down fiercely.

We can hear the sound of our humerus breaking.

In fact, nothing matters if there is no activity.

But if there is no air inside, it will be a complete mess to be able to breathe.

Watch the force coming from the opponent, penetrating and tearing muscles, and shattering bones, bringing unimaginable pain.

Nothing happened in an instant.

My mind was almost blank, cold sweat trickled down my jaw, and I felt like the whole thing was falling apart.

Although I had fought with my friends many times in school before, they only left me with some bruises at most.

Although being blown to pieces in the game is mostly because the pain perception is set very low, it doesn't feel much different from being hit by popcorn.

Now——

It hurts so much.

In order to make the heart beat wildly, the blood vessels in the body seemed to contract spontaneously, and the fangs stretched out uncontrollably.

Dylan still held Yao Neng's right wrist, and at the same time raised his leg and kicked Yao Neng's chin.

If the impact is not solid, the mandible will definitely be broken.

"..."

The scorpion's tail swept out to block the attack, and the hard limbs hit the shin. Then the ends did not rotate, and the joints were bent downward, allowing the hooks to pierce the thigh.

Dylan let go and quickly stepped back.

The tail stinger was able to sweep past the rectus femoris, but it didn't really touch it.

They stood with their arms folded, their tails around their sides, their heads down and breathing heavily, "How can I, how can I do this..."

Dylan was quite satisfied. "It's okay. After all, I don't have to participate in any forbidden awakening fighting competition next time."

However, no part of it had been transformed into a beast from beginning to end, so there was no reason for it to suddenly swing its tail.

Although it is unlikely to be fatal, if the venom really enters the body, the discomfort will only last for half an hour.

"You should go and participate in some leagues. If you meet someone of the same level and age as you, I know they have great strength. Many of them will make it difficult for you. They also have ways to destroy your venom glands. The speed of your regeneration will be much faster than before."

After a while, he concluded seriously, "It's still pretty good after all."

We can lie down in the rest area nearby and use our other hand to treat ourselves to an ice cream from the machine.

Although I wanted to press the cool thing inside and crush it to pieces, I could still fight with my right humerus.

Or just rip the inner arm off.

"...You said that if we let it recover naturally, it can help improve its healing speed, right?"

"It's fine to let the bodyguards treat him, but the effect will be slightly worse."
Dylan sat down next to Kaname and asked, "Does it hurt?"

They were in low spirits, "Can you bear it?"

The silver-haired young man leaned his elbows on the sofa back, his hands supporting his face, looking at himself thoughtfully, "Either bite down or not bite down, right?"

They had no strength to recover, "... Your Highness, how could I have thought that I could be angry? Now you are only grateful to me, and you are completely regretful. If you are not so happy, it would be my fault."

"Oh my, I just feel like I need to do something to distract myself. Let's see if everything is okay."
Dylan looked at him with a smile, "And I'm just curious about my ability, who is better between you and Rongran during their first awakening—"

They are both S-level and have the same bloodline, so how could they be so different?

"If we quantify it, the average values ​​of physical fitness are definitely very close, but just like how much power you have, how much speed you have, there will be some differences in the same event, although the difference is a lot."
Then he said, "I just want to test my biting strength."

They glanced at me and passed by.

Dylan blinked, his green eyes sparkling, "Do you want to know next?"

Then he rolled up his sleeves without saying a word, revealing his forearms with smooth, firm muscles and smooth, delicate skin.

Five seconds later.

They fought with each other without any bite.

Canine teeth can penetrate hard texture.

It looks completely different from what you've dealt with before.

After the sudden bite, the teeth were shaken and hurt, and the sore and numb pain made the tooth roots explode and spread all the way to the lower jaw.

We can hear the slight crackling sound of the radius breaking.

Dylan took a deep breath, his face turning pale. "It's not as good as I thought. I thought it could bite through."

They looked up and said, "Compared to many other animals, lions have a very strong bite force... Is this common sense?"

Although he seemed to be saying this angrily, there was no excitement or satisfaction in his eyes.

Blood dripped from the sharp tips of the canine teeth, staining the petal-like thin lips deep red.

Dylan could move his fingers up and down, then down again.

"...Is it possible for me to really be a lion? And my saliva should be poisonous. I need to research it myself."

"Indeed," they had no idea. "From what we can see from the records of our ancestors, we can't do many things..."

"Normal, just like that."
The silver-haired young man leaned against the sofa and said, "Now we all have broken arms."

They tilted their heads and looked at it, "Can you do it on purpose?"

Dylan closed his eyes and asked in confusion, "What can I do on purpose?"

They curled their lips and said, "...Nothing."

They both collapsed like two salted fish.

After recovering from his injury for so long, we decided to play again. "I think I can play a little longer after this injury--"

It turns out that although it is better than the previous battle, it still does not meet expectations.

After we went back and forth for a few hours, we felt sleepy again.

"But I still managed to reap the rewards, thank you."
They groaned and said, "At least there is no obvious progress."

"Of course, if you don't train here, you will easily be defeated when fighting against other S-level warriors in the future."
Dylan said casually, "Combat experience originally includes getting beaten up. Next, my body and mind need to get used to it slowly..."

After saying that, he looked at the computer and said, "There are too many missed calls. Let's take a rest first."

After His Royal Highness left, they sent a message to Kyle, saying that they did feel an improvement, and even their healing speed was almost unstoppable.

Of course, this improvement is very slight, and basic combat can be measured in milliseconds.

The other party called me.

"Can you see that your peers are calling you?"

Guoli asked.

The tone sounded very confident.

"Yeah, just let it go."
They groaned silently. "I just can't tell you how painful it is to break bones, how painful it is to heal, and I have to endure it for a long time."

Not long actually.

But the speed at which the B-level can heal itself is not that fast, so we have to pretend that nothing happened.

We all admire ourselves.
I haven't forgotten the design of the golden gradient when I came here.

"It's time to get really sleepy..."
They leaned against the sofa and murmured to themselves in a trance: "I just practiced accelerated healing, but I found that it actually consumes physical energy. Let's talk about it now, or let's talk about it in a dream..."

He closed his eyes drowsily, hugged his shattered arms, and sank into the darkness with pain.

In the dim light, one can hear chaotic honking of cars and the whizzing of vehicles along the long street. The iron gates on the opposite side of the road are half-open and many students are going in and out of the gates.

There was no need to say anything when standing on the roadside, holding a huge watermelon, with two cups of packaged juice hanging from their fingers, and self-packaged straws sticking out diagonally from the mouth of the bag.

"Points..."
My roommate next to me said, "I didn't have any fruit to eat, so tired that I was sweating all over. I'll go on weekends..."

We didn't hear clearly what Yao Ran said.

The remaining sound became blurred in the wind.

Most of the figures on the street seem dim, the images seem faded and the old photos sink into the water, the outlines and colors seem distorted.

When he came over from a distance, I couldn't see his appearance clearly, but I felt that he was really tall, at least taller than the classmate who was less than 1.9 meters tall in the class.

I don’t know when my roommate will disappear.

However, it is normal for dreams to change from time to time, so you should not realize what is happening.

He walked over and stood in front of Ranrong. "Okay, let's continue talking."

The guys were confused, "What?"

The black-haired man leaned forward slightly, "What's going on..."

We felt some pain in our arms, maybe the watermelon was too heavy.

They both wanted to stuff the watermelon into the other person's hand.

"I was just going to say the light is green and then go back to the dormitory!"
You need to look at the changing traffic lights at the intersection, "If you really have to go in and out the window, you can get a watermelon."

The black-haired man took over and asked, "Is there a place to live down here?"
As he spoke, he looked around, "Can we go to school? I can't talk in my dream, but since we are all here, I hope we can..."

We always feel a little familiar.

After seeing this, he lowered his head and asked, "Why do you have light-colored hair?"

The dots turned into repeaters in confusion, "What?"

"Twice, silver-gray, silver-white, hair—"
The man was silent. "Besides that, what else do they have in common? Mammals?"

We looked at ourselves blankly.

The man has to look at the woman for a few seconds.

The face gradually became clear.

The face was angular, handsome and gorgeous, perfect beyond imagination, with long black eyelashes that trembled in the deep eye sockets.
The irises of the eyes have a light silvery hue, as if they were reflected in the sunlight on the lake, while the dark pupils seem like sharp blades buried in the water.

Too sharp facial features
From the high and narrow nose bridge to the thin lip line, everything makes her beauty look more sharp.

When he didn't show any expression, he could feel a gloomy, cold and oppressive feeling.
They are like some kind of cold-blooded hunter lurking in the shadows, selectively devouring its prey.

Click: “?!?!”
It seems like I remember what this face belongs to.

"Just look."
The black-haired man suddenly spoke.

Then the hair color changes miraculously.

It seemed that the pure black color like thick ink gradually faded away and turned into a white color like fresh snow on the mountain top, and was faintly shrouded in a layer of silver light, like ice and refracted moonlight.

Just looking at that beautiful face, it even looks dreamy.

Obviously, the facial features have not changed in a substantial way.
But the overall temperament is the same.

It seems that they have transformed from some kind of devil who can destroy the world into an angel with a holy aura from a fairy tale.

Then he asked in a low voice: "Is it like this downstairs?"

The people were shocked beyond words.

Everything will disappear in the dream.

Kyle: “?”

……

They suddenly sat up from the sofa.

I hope all injuries can be completely healed.

But I didn't have the time to really look at it. "Fuck, it's like I dreamed of Kyle III!"

The silver-haired young man standing so far away was stunned.

Then he sneered, "You are just dreaming about it day and night, so what do you think? Did you get so mad that you want to be suppressed by the beast?"

"not here."

"Look what you guys have done?"

"It's like never mentioning watermelon, but then asking about the scandal with Xiao Ma, and then saying that he could turn his hair silver, what do you like?"

Dylan: “?”
Dylan: "…………Everyone needs comfort. Call the divine therapists over."

(End of this chapter)