'The aristocratic party in Luofeng is really boring. There is no strange noise from the direction of the bathroom.'

Yang Luo was sitting on the sofa in the corner, with a wine glass with the bottom still in his hand. Standing around him were several elite soldiers of the royal guard who had changed into formal uniforms, preventing young women who wanted to get close.

Yang Luo, who had changed into a formal dress, now had his legs crossed and was looking at the men and women swaying on the dance floor.

He didn't originally want to hang out in this kind of place.

After all, the Luofeng nobles present had no say in the affairs of the Luofeng Empire. None of them held important positions in the government, let alone the military system. Yang Luo felt that coming to such an occasion was a waste of precious vacation time.

But today is the birthday of the grandson of General Philemon, so Yang Luo, a secret gossip in Luofeng, naturally wants to come to flatter this old general with good connections.

Edwang did not show up, and the person who came to congratulate him in Edwang's stead was Emilia, the Luofeng royal princess who had become famous in Ellando.

After not seeing each other for a while, Emilia has become more and more lively.

With a height of nearly 1.7 meters, a slightly slender figure, and a delicate and invincibly beautiful face, Emilia has become the national idol of the Luofeng Empire in recent years.

Against the background of the fluffy princess skirt, her waist has begun to appear slender, the curves can be called exquisite, and the curve above the waist is already quite curved.

When she reaches adulthood at the age of twenty, she will most likely grow into a beautiful woman with impeccable face and figure.

Tonight, the young nobles and sons of wealthy merchants are queuing up to invite her to dance with her;

Emilia always smiled and refused, and kept sitting on the main seat next to General Philemon, peeking at the corner from time to time.

Yang Luo picked up the wine glass and took a big sip, continuing to stare at the crowd in a daze.

The matter of Hera really gave him a headache.

In fact, he could be cruel, not care about Hera's life and death, and shamelessly forgive himself.

but.

They have feelings after all.

Even if Yang Luo admits that he is a little bit flirty, they have been together for so long and are extremely familiar with each other's bodies. How can he just watch her fall into the abyss step by step?

What made Yang Luo feel uncomfortable was Hera's own transformation.

She keeps studying bugs and seems to be assimilated by them.

Forcibly stop her experiment? Lock her up?

That might be counterproductive.

Hera is now able to communicate with the queen at the edge of the galaxy. Although Yang Luo does not think Hera will betray him, Hera may let the swarm come again and let the swarm take her away.

This is what Yang Luo is most worried about.

Of course Yang Luo understands this if he continues to break things off and suffers from chaos.

But he couldn't think of a way to help Hera for a while.

Her father's death must be a big blow to her.

"Sir, His Highness seems to want you to come over," the soldier next to him reminded in a low voice.

Yang Luo replied anxiously: "Ask her to contact me after the party."

The soldier froze in place, looked up in the direction of Princess Emilia, and shook his head at the noble and beautiful Princess.

More than ten seconds later.

Emilia held up the fluffy skirt and rushed over with two maids following her.

"Sir, Your Highness is here."

"Come here, come here, why are you stammering? Is she a bug?"

Yang Luo raised his hand to signal, and the four soldiers took two steps outside.

Walking closer, Emilia casually took off the back hem of her tutu and asked the maid to put it away. The long skirt turned into a short skirt. Her long legs, which had begun to show their slenderness, were white and translucent, very eye-catching.

She sat elegantly on the empty seat next to Yang Luo, maintaining a dignified smile, and said between her teeth:

"It's a bit too much, bounty hunter. In front of so many people, Her Highness the Princess summoned you and didn't even say a word in front of you."

"Not in the mood," Yang Luo sighed quietly, "I'm thinking about a difficult problem."

"Your woman problem?"

"You actually know so much?" Yang Luo looked at Emilia up and down and said with a smile, "You have indeed grown up a lot."

Emilia remained calm, swung her legs together at an angle, took the pillow handed over by the maid and placed it on her thighs.

She put down her carefully arranged hair, and strands of slightly curly long hair fell down, and was tied into a ponytail, and she shook her head slightly.

"Does it look better now or just now?" Emilia asked with bright eyes.

Yang Luo: "Just now."

"Shouldn't the standard answer be that they all look good?"

"The hair that your stylist spent so much effort on taking care of for you must look better than the ordinary hairstyle," Yang Luo clicked his tongue, "You have indeed reached the age where you are so beautiful."

"You are so beautiful, and I am a natural beauty," Emilia raised her head slightly, "This princess is knowledgeable, talented, and capable of literature and martial arts. She has been able to help the emperor handle some simple government affairs, and she is still the image of the royal family of our Luofeng Empire.

ambassador."

Yang Luo: "You and your brother are the only two people in the royal family who can move around now. You are indeed better-looking than your brother."

"Really? Uh, are you complimenting me?"

"Eighty percent yes."

"Going to dance, huh," Emilia glanced at Yang Luo's profile, then immediately looked away, "I thought you were really hurt."

Yang Luo smiled and did not discuss this topic.

He snapped his fingers, and each of the four soldiers took out a badge and hung it on his chest. Four transparent light curtains formed a soundproof chamber.

"Are you really worried about your woman's problem?" Emilia asked, "Maybe I can help you with your advice."

Yang Luodao: "Not your woman, your woman's, it's a bit harsh. That's my ex-girlfriend."

Emilia's eyes lit up.

Yang Luo added: "And my working lover."

"Tch," Emilia curled her lips, "What's the difference between you and those ridiculous nobles?"

"Can that be the same?"

Yang Luo shook his feet and said leisurely:

"Every time I fall in love, it's a normal relationship. I only have one girlfriend at every stage. Now there's just a little situation."

"What's going on? Did she cheat on you?"

"Fuck you! I can satisfy the perverse needs of any woman in the galaxy!"

Emilia turned her head and looked aside, couldn't help but raise her hands to cover her face, not knowing how to answer the question.

The two palace maids at the back couldn't help but glance at Yang Luo's key parts.

Yang Luo was also a little embarrassed. It was indeed wrong for him to say this to a pure girl.

"I just said it casually, don't take it seriously," Yang Luo sighed, "It's a long story. She left me because of her career, and now she has to go on a dangerous trip for similar reasons. I don't want to

Let her go, but she is completely focused on her career."

Emilia quickly returned to normal, thought carefully, and whispered: "Is her decision not good for you?"

"Yes," Yang Luo said, "What's more, it's not conducive to her own safety."

"No, you just have to consider whether it is good or bad for you," Emilia said seriously, "Your ex-girlfriend must be an adult... She is an adult, right?"

"Of course! What are you thinking about!"

"I know many extremely disgusting things about nobles and religious personnel."

"Stop visiting novel websites! There are still many good people in society!"

"Hehe, to be serious, I think you only need to consider yourself and don't make excessive decisions for others," Emilia continued seriously, "Everyone can only be responsible for their own life. This is what you taught me.

As a bounty hunter, you can only be responsible for your own life, and all other responsibilities that are placed on you are unwarranted."

Yang Luo asked: "Then how do you understand the relationship between individuals and collectives?"

"Individuals attach themselves to the collective in order to survive better. The collective is a collection of individuals, so the collective will overrides the individual will. This is the price that must be paid for attachment." Emilia smiled proudly, "This kind of relationship

To put it another way, it is rights and obligations, and their dialectical existence is a small country with big people and a big country with small people."

Yang Luo gave a perfunctory thumbs up, slumped down on the sofa, and looked up at the bright nebula projected on the ceiling.

"She is not only my ex-girlfriend, but also a scientist I invested in."

"Are there any direct interests involved?"

"Well, her scientific research output has helped me a lot. In terms of profit, I owe her, but she has some secret documents of mine."

"Erase the memory? Or install a chip in the brain to prevent her from leaking secrets?"

"She may become an enemy," Yang Luo closed his eyes and murmured, "our enemy."
To be continued...