Interstellar Love Hunting Guide

Inside the transport ship, Jopp’s clothes were unwrapped and draped on both sides of his body. His white **** were already covered with dirty hickeys. He raised his legs to kick the man who suppressed him, but was caught, hard. Breaking it apart, Harmon's body pressed against him tightly and stretched out his hand to pull on his trouser chain.

The arrogant organ almost jumped out of Harmon's pants, and Jopp shuddered when he saw it, his originally stiff, firm and calm expression instantly collapsed, and he screamed in horror: "No! Don't! Let me go!"

"Call my dear, I like your call!" Harmon licked his delicate skin trivially, lifted his thigh, and sucked hard at the tender flesh inside, leaving a purple-red mark, Jopp's Muscles convulsed, tears slipped down the corners of my eyes, sweaty blond hair stuck to his forehead, crying as he shouted: "Stop! Don't touch me! His Majesty Andreev will kill you and burn your whole family! !"

Andreev’s name is naturally devouring the star system. Even if it is spoken in such a tiny captive’s mouth, it is enough to cause instant shock. The lunatic Harmon paused for a moment, although he did not believe him and An at all. What's wrong with Delev, but his strong worship inertia also made him wonder.

Jopp trembled with tears and cried, "Don't touch me! I want to see Your Majesty Andreev, take me to see him, and he will give you a bounty and give you ten better slaves than me. "

Seeing his collapsed expression, Harmon was a little uncertain whether he was lying. He looked back at the pilot. The pilot shrugged and said: "Don't risk Harmon, maybe he is really the inside line of His Majesty Andreev. If a few people dare to make fun of his old man, you should bear it, go back and make sure, if he is lying, I don’t mind helping you to teach him a lesson."

Hearing the last sentence of Harmon, "Hey!", he seemed to sneer at his hypothesis and rubbed his hard part against Jopp, causing a trembling of fear and sobbing.

"I'm not jealous with you, Harmon." The pilot pouted, "Master Dululu warned you a long time ago. You have to take care of your **** when you come out to work, in case you run into someone you shouldn't touch. , Maybe it's going to be given to others to take care of." There was a burst of wretched laughter.

Harmon still had scruples. Although he was unwilling to look at the beautiful Jopp, he did not continue the atrocities below. He leaned on the back of the chair in front and solved the problem with his rough right hand. It was just a disgusting and wretched gaze. I have been patrolling Jopp all the time, seeing him transparently, and finally sprayed a thick liquid on his pink chest with nasty fun.

A few hours later, the transport ship returned to the base. Before landing, Harmon notified the ground crew of Jopp’s sneak attack on them, and requested a connection with Lord Dolulu. They caught a person claiming to be related to His Majesty Andreev. captive.

The ground crew immediately connected to Dolulu. He heard that Jopp asked to see Andreev. Dolulu was also a little confused. You must know that this majesty’s greatest hobby is to place various spies next to him, even though he is himself. The inside line was inserted next to Ollie, but he didn't necessarily have another spy by his side, so he hesitated and said, "Take him to the Central Building."

Jopp was taken into the snoring office. After several hours of turbulent sailing, he was already embarrassed because he was thrown into the warehouse with his hands tied, and he was not secured by a seat belt. He rolled around and beaten in the ore. After all the way, the whole body was covered with dust and slag, and the clothes were almost invisible. Fortunately, the face was clean, except for a not deep scratch on the forehead.

Dolulu glanced at him sullenly, vaguely remembering that he was a member of the eighth quadrant, and now he looked quite beautiful, waved away Harmon, and said, "What's your name?"

Jopp was also tied with his hands by Harmon's shoelaces. He looked around anxiously, hoarsely saying: "My name is Jopp, I want to see His Majesty Andreev."

Dululu frowned: "Do you know Your Majesty Andreev?"

"I want to see him, I won't say anything until he comes." Jopp's voice insisted a little more, and he paused and added, "Don't want to kill me, he knows it won't Let go of you."

Dululu stopped speaking, looking deep into his eyes. Although Jopp's expression was still apprehensive, his eyes were very clear and firm. Judging from his countless experience in reading people, he did not seem to be fake.

At this moment, the phone made a soft noise, and Dululu was connected, but his eyes were still fixed on Jopp: "What's the matter?"

"Master Dolulu, Your Majesty Andreev has finished his inspection of your base and is about to board and leave. Do you have anything else to report to him?"

After pondering for a while, Duoluru finally whispered: "Please tell your Majesty that there is a man named Jopp who claims to know him and asks to see him."

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

Soon, Jopp was taken into Andreev's cruise ship, and two guards with live ammunition took him from Doruru and pushed him into a large cabin.

The light in the cabin was as bright as daylight, completely different from the gloom of the passage outside, making Jopp a little dizzy, and his pupils contracted. Fang saw clearly that a gloomy middle-aged man sat on a chair in the corner of the cabin.

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

"Your name is Jopp?" Andreev's voice is like the noise of metal rubbing, which makes ears hurt. "You want to see me?"

"Yes, yes." Facing the leader of the rebel army and the legendary devilish existence, Jopp couldn't help but start to tremble again, or it was because he was too weak because he hadn't eaten for too long.

"I hope you can find a good excuse." Andreev quizzically smiled, "I am not more charitable than the lunatic Harmon."

Jopp's face was white, and his stubborn calmness was almost torn apart by his laughter and horror. He barely stabilized his emotions and tremblingly said: "I, I ask you to release me."

Andreev looked at him playfully and gave him a "why" look. Jopp licked his lips and said: "I was caught here with the people in the eighth quadrant by accident. I, I’m not a devouring congregation."

Andreev gave him a mocking smile of "So what?", and Jopp finally said: "My father is Quinby. If you are willing to release me, I believe he will give you a certain reward."

"Oh!" A suddenly realized expression appeared on Andreev's face. He laughed and said, "I hope you don't lie to my child, because the father you say is on this ship right now, and I am a happy man. , Now let us verify your father-son relationship!"

Before he had any objections, Andreev called and ordered a few words to one of the guards. Two minutes later, the hatch opened and the tall and handsome middle-aged man walked in and saw the standing. Jopp, who was embarrassed in the corner, frowned dissatisfiedly, and turned his eyes to Andreev: "Your Majesty Andreev, what do you mean?"

"Oh, do you really know each other?" Andreev paced back and forth in a good mood. "Then I'm so lucky, Mr. Quinby, let your son suffer a bit of crime on my mine star. I'm really sorry. Fortunately, the misunderstanding has been resolved now, the things are returned to the original owner, the father and son are reunited, haha..." He smiled crookedly and said, "But you don't mind paying me a little fee before that, after all, he Attempt to hijack one of my transport ships and seriously injured one of my men."

Quinby's face was extremely cold. Except for the look when he entered the door, he didn't even look at Jopp again. He sullenly thought about it, and said simply and directly: "The eighth batch of aid will have interest rates lowered by one percentage point."

"Ha!" Andreev smiled sarcastically, "I heard you right, Lord Komby, is this your son's worth? Let me calculate how much...Haha, half a million gold coins, you are not playing tricks on me Bar?"

Quinbyying's long eyebrows furrowed tightly, and said coldly, "As an adopted son, he is only worth so much." Looking at Andreev's eyes, he repeated categorically: "It's only worth so much."

The eyes of the two stood in a stalemate for a few seconds, and Quinby added: "Or you can keep him, he is good at bed, and half a million is worth it."

Jopp's thin figure shrank in the corner, his face becoming whiter and paler. After hearing this sentence, his whole body shook like an electric shock, and his lips trembled weakly and said, "No!"

Andreev stared at Quinby closely, and looked at his eyes judgingly. The masseter muscles tightened for a long time, and he said, "Two percent."

"One."

Andreev finally compromised. It wasn't that he cared about the 500,000 gold coins, but the big gold master, Cumbi. He was not sure whether Jopp was really insignificant to Cumbi, or whether it was just a businessman's desire to get caught. But he really can’t turn his face with Quinby now—the reason why he has been able to develop industries and extract resources on such a large scale in recent years has all benefited from the low-interest loans provided by Quinby, although he can’t make money with him. It has less benefits and swallowed a lot of minerals, but after all, in this mutually beneficial relationship, oneself is on the demand side to a greater extent.

"Okay." Andreev instantly recovered his calm and solemn expression, and said, "Don't be so nervous my friend, it's just a joke, money or something, it's just a trifle." Even though he said so, he still said. Immediately drafted the contract and handed it to Quinby. Quinby only glanced at it and signed it, and then asked coldly: "Can I take him away now?"

"certainly."

Quinby's eyes fell on Jopp for the second time, and his voice was still cold: "Come with me."

Quinby walked him into a luxurious cabin and untied the shoelaces on his hand. Jopp had been tied for too long. When he loosened it, he held his shoulders and frowned painfully, and his waist arched. Quinby stroked his hair gently, pressed his thumb lightly against the wound on his forehead, and Jopp gave a light "sizzle".

"You were arrested alone?" Quimby asked in a low voice. This is Andreev's territory, with his tentacles everywhere.

"No." Jopp knew this well and replied simply.

Quinby gave him a clear look and asked, "How's things going?"

"The time is too short. Only about half a month ago, I was caught here with him. I walked in a hurry. I didn't take anything with me." Jopp's eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look at him, Quinby But he didn't care, as if he had been accustomed to his panic and uneasy expression, he snorted, his hand slid down and pinched Jopp's chin, and a cold, preemptive kiss fell on his lips.

Jopp passively and obediently accepted the kiss from his adoptive father, but still holding his shoulders with his hands. Quimby was puzzled by his awkward movement, leaving his lips, and looking at his narrow eyes judgingly. Suddenly lowered his head and sniffed in the fossa of his neck, then his complexion changed drastically, holding his hands and pushing them over his head, two of them pulled apart his clothes.

"No! Dad!" Jopp screamed in horror, but his tortured body was unstoppably displayed in front of Quinby's eyes. The scattered hickeys made Quinby's eyes immediately burned with flames, and the strange man's disgusting saliva The smell of body fluids instantly filled his nose.

"No, no, no!" Jopp hurriedly broke free of his restraint, stepped back to embrace his body, tears falling uncontrollably, "He didn't touch my dad, it's just...no, no! Dad, please. , Please don't abandon me..."

Quinby looked at Jopp with a vague expression on his face, and said nothing. This kind of silence similar to waiting for the sentence made the exhausted Jopp almost collapse. He looked at him dimly for a few seconds with teary eyes, and finally fainted from exhaustion. Fell on the carpet.

Before his head knocked to the corner of the table, Quinby subconsciously caught him and hugged the thin boy in his arms. Then, he sighed lightly, hugged him into the bathroom, and slowly put him in the bathtub. , The shower is turned on.

In the sound of rustling water, he walked out of the bathroom and turned on the communicator: "Your Majesty Andreev, maybe half a million gold coins are a bit short for you, but if you listen to the news I attached, believe it. I think it’s worth the money."