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It was a dark night, the moonlight was obscured by thick clouds, and the darkness was pressing down, as if a storm was brewing.

Two ghostly figures were like a drop of water melting into thick ink, quietly slipping into the Insect King's bedroom and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

With the experience from the previous time, Cyrus was obviously much more skilled in this exploration, and he was still able to move forward smoothly in the dark.

Perrin smiled as he crouched behind the man, each step he took precisely where he had stepped before, as quiet as an obedient little tail.

My brother is so cute when he looks so careful and serious.

Thick purple surged in his dark eyes. Perrin moved his itchy fingertips, but his hand, which was about to reach out, was suddenly pulled back, and then he was pressed against the wall.

There was a slight itch on his cheek, and a light fragrance filled his nose. Perrin's eyes trembled with excitement. He couldn't help but lower his head and sniff the other's neck.

Cyrus, who was suddenly sniffed, became as stiff as a stone sculpture. He glared at the other person coldly and with a warning, trying to make the other person behave himself.

However, the person who was warned was thicker-skinned than a city wall. Not only did he not pull his head away, but he buried his head deeper into the ground, lying directly on his neck in a strange and uncomfortable posture, unwilling to look up.

The hand that was not caught also became dishonest and loosely grasped Cyrus's narrow waist and the tassel of the sword next to it.

The delicate and soft touch on his forehead made Perrin's breathing suddenly become heavy, and his eyes, hidden by his hair, flashed with morbid obsession.

The lone wolf, who has been hungry for a long time, finally waits for the prey to come to his door. There is no reason for him to let it go without doing anything.

But he didn't dare to go too far, fearing that it would anger the sweetheart, so he could only suppress this morbid love again and again.

The hot breath made a small area of ​​skin on Cyrus' neck red, causing tiny bumps, and he moved his neck uncomfortably.

"Dong dong dong..."

The heartbeat beating in Cyrus' ears was particularly clear and powerful, one after another, faster and faster, like a joyful bird, dancing wildly, expressing its joy to him.

It seemed as if heartbeats were contagious. For some unknown reason, his heartbeat began to speed up.

Time seemed to stretch incomparably longer, and just a dozen seconds seemed like centuries had passed.

After the patrolling secret guards left, Cyrus quickly distanced himself from them and walked forward without looking back.

The back view left to Palin was particularly cold and ruthless.

It might be more convincing if we ignored his unnatural shambling of his hands and feet and his earlobes buried in blush.

His dull eyes were once again filled with a cunning light. Perrin twisted his fingers that had brushed the other's waistline, raised his foot and strode to catch up.

After avoiding several patrolling secret guards, they successfully arrived at the Insect King's study.

Perrin didn't seem surprised at all that the Insect King had one real and one fake, two study rooms, and two dormitories.

His deep gaze was fixed on the deep and narrow underground corridor. He suddenly grabbed Cyrus who was about to go down to explore and brought him behind him.

Perrin turned and stepped into the corridor. The dim light made his shadow very long, and the shadow cast on the stone wall looked like a ghost.

After the other party went down, Cyrus did not act in a hurry. He walked to the blind spot and looked out the window, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

The next second, the information prompt light on the smart bracelet lit up for a moment.

When Cyrus saw the content of the message, his pupils shrank, and he left the windowsill in obvious panic.

In the underground passage.

Perrin groped his way for a while, and suddenly at the end of the long corridor there were three identical forks in the road, all of which had no end in sight, and in the farthest distance was an ominous darkness.

He thought about it and turned around to walk back, but he didn't know what he touched, and something unexpected happened behind him.

"careful!"

Cyrus's figure running towards him quickly expanded in his sight. For the first time since they met again, Perrin saw clear panic and tension in his eyes.

At the same time, Imperial Star, First Hospital.

The blood-stained bandage was roughly removed and thrown carelessly to the ground.

The Insect King, who should have been in a coma, was leaning against the head of the bed, staring at the two little mice on the screen that had sneaked into his secret base.

The flickering light projected onto his expressionless face, making it so sinister that Chong dared not look directly at him.

In the quiet room, there was a continuous "rustling" sound, similar to the sound of silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves, or a poisonous snake crawling over the leaves. It was very subtle yet extremely strange.

The evening breeze blew across the curtains, inadvertently lifting the Insect King's loose collar, revealing a horrifying scene.

Under the clothes, the bloody wound had long been covered with dense black vines, and was healing visibly to the naked eye.

While the wound was repairing itself, those things that were wandering beneath the surface of the skin, like tree roots and vines, arched up in terrifying arcs like leeches that had sucked blood.

The twisting black vines made the skin thinner and thinner, and more and more transparent, as if they were about to pierce through the skin and come out of his body at any time.

However, no.

Like many times before, the hideous vine patterns gradually subsided, and then they would hide again until the next time the Insect King was injured, at which time they would appear again.

"While I was unconscious, which insects moved?"

The secret guard kneeling in the corner did not dare to look up at the Insect King at this moment. He lowered his eyes and reported every detail of the news coming from below to the Insect King.

Hearing Naxosis's name, the Insect King's expressionless face curled up into an ambiguous smile, "He is indeed filial. Have you found Xiaoqi?"

"There is no information about the whereabouts of His Majesty the Seventh Prince for the time being."

The Insect King twirled the power ring on his thumb and glanced at him indifferently. An invisible pressure came heavily, making the leader of the dark guards almost unable to breathe.

"Don't keep useless things." The slightly hoarse voice revealed the indifference that looked down on ants.

After saying that, the Insect King pointed to the screen and saw two insects that were not injured by the hidden mechanism but were about to break into the inner door by accident, and said, "Catch them alive."

This time it was his subordinates who were abandoned, and next time it would be his turn. The leader of the dark guards knew well the ruthlessness of the Insect King and understood his hints.

The leader of the secret guards broke out in a cold sweat and whispered "Yes."

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Without his dear wife around, Su Tang tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Suddenly, he remembered that there was still a "Yue Lao's Red Thread" feedback survey form that he had not filled out.

Su Tang clicked on the system page.

[Red thread of Yue Lao - user: Su Tang, bound to: Bai Xu. ]

Twenty minutes later, Su Tang wrote an 800-word praise essay and included some suggestions for improvement.

After writing, he clicked the submit button with great anticipation, waiting for the points to arrive.

One minute, two minutes...five minutes later, the review button turned from red to green.

Good news, the review is over.

Bad news, it failed the review!!!

The gorgeous little essay was rejected and the system asked him to revise it again and expected him to upload it again.

Su Tang:? ? ∝??ぁ%￥#……