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The cotton ball soaked with water fell heavily in the night sky, as if a silver dragon was stirring up the wind and clouds.

"Hehe, why, do you want to save me?"

The hoarse voice was like the voice of a duck who had smoked for years, or like a deflated ball, intermittent, with more air exhaled than inhaled.

Although he had been given a powerful healing needle, the fatal wound on his neck still healed slowly, and the multiple wounds on his body were horrific.

Those bugs were obviously coming for the other party's life.

Who would have thought that such a male insect, which could be easily killed by one or two fingers, could actually kill the Insect King.

There were five knife wounds on the Insect King's body, two of which were caused by the opponent. Afterwards, he was able to slip away in the chaos.

Unfortunately, the other party was still exposed and silenced by the secret guards.

Although he rescued the bug,...

Old Luo, wrapped tightly, stared at the ground with a puzzled look, where the blood was splattered and it was almost indistinguishable from the mud. He had a feeling that the other party would not survive the night.

When he thought about not completing the task assigned by his boss, the veins on his forehead began to throb in pain, and he habitually wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm down.

Lao Luo suddenly stopped reaching into his pocket. He looked down at his bloodstained palms and his pants soaked with blood, but quickly gave up the idea.

He stared at his clothes, and the more he looked, the more distressed he felt.

If he had known this would happen, he would have worn an old and discarded piece of clothing.

Alas, I suffered from lack of experience.

Lao Luo actually wanted to answer the other party's question, but he couldn't.

He can't just help someone out because he sees injustice.

Which good bug is not sleeping in the middle of the night, snatching food from the tiger's mouth without doing anything? Instead of calling the police, it runs away carrying a bloodworm.

"How about a deal? You answer my question first and I'll tell you the reason." Lao Luo moved the corner of his mouth and settled for the second best option.

Anyway, the boss's task was to find out why the other party was being hunted. As for whether the bug could be saved, he did not mention it.

If it's not mentioned, it means it's not important. Subordinates should be more flexible occasionally. Lao Luo is well aware of the twists and turns involved.

He wanted to say, "Can you answer my question first before you die?"

He seemed to feel that saying this would make him seem completely harmless, so he changed his words to a more euphemistic one.

Although they all knew the outcome of death.

After being confused for more than 20 years, suddenly he lost his home and all his family members. After experiencing a prison sentence, Fan Chongchong finally woke up.

So after being released, he did not follow the instigation of those bugs and take action against Su Tang.

He didn't like Su Tang, was very jealous, and even hated her. He once thought of dragging her into hell.

Why is such a useless thing loved by so many bugs? He has such a beautiful appearance that attracts all the bees and butterflies, making him disgusted, but they still treat him like a fool and run away.

His face was also ruined by the other person, how could he not hate and be jealous.

The more glamorous and beautiful the other person is, and the more he is loved by insects, the more he looks like a stinky rat in the gutter, hated by insects, or a wild mushroom that grows in the mud and cannot stand the light.

But compared to him, he hated the Insect King more.

It was he who killed his heroic father and destroyed everything he had.

If he only had one chance and could only deal with one by himself, he would choose the Insect King without hesitation.

But he couldn't do it, he didn't even have the ability to kill the enemy insect with his own hands.

In the end, hatred became a joke.

Fan Chongchong's whole body was numb from the pain due to the loss of blood and the rapid drop in body temperature. He stared at the insect that saved him from the brink of death in a trance, as if he was trying to remember the other person's appearance, or as if he was trying to distinguish something.

Standing in the pitch-black grove, Lao Luo felt a chill down his spine as he was stared at by a bloody mass of people with eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"You are, the God-killer, the God-killer bug."

Although this sentence sounds a bit strange, seeing that the other party is about to die, it doesn't matter whether he knows it or not. Lao Luo answered truthfully and asked quickly, "...Yes, if you want revenge, tell me why the Insect King wants to silence you. Do you know anything?"

Fan Chongchuang raised his hand with great effort and pointed in a direction, "Earth, earth."

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"Hey? Don't be in such a hurry to die. Tell me clearly, what are you talking about? What brother? Which brother?"

The sudden rainstorm drowned out Fan Chongchuang's faint voice and the tears in her eyes. When Lao Luo bent down to confirm, the other party had already stopped breathing.

After a long while, Lao Luo sighed.

Young insects have no moral principles and will die if they say so.

He hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand to help the other person close his eyes.

Since I’m dead, I’ll be a good insect in my next life.

Lao Luo stood up and glanced towards a corner, "I've been following you all the way, come out now."

Qi Youan, who was hiding in the dark, walked forward. The dim light and rain blurred his handsome and indifferent outline.

Lao Luo narrowed his eyes and loosened his fingers on the sharp blade, "It's you, are you here to save him?" After asking, he felt that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly patted his mouth, "Sorry."

Lao Luo is usually responsible for collecting information, data and finishing work. The other party has contact with Little Sweetheart. The matter between the boss and Little Sweetheart is the top priority of the Seventh Legion, so they will naturally pay more attention to it.

He had heard of this female servant who was abducted by Fan Chongchong and felt sympathy for her.

Before he could change the question, Qi Youan had already answered, "I'm here to kill him."

Qi Youan was not surprised that the other party knew him. Considering how much Admiral Bai Xu cared about Lord Su Tang, it was normal for Qi Youan, as Admiral Bai Xu's capable subordinate, to recognize him.

The "Lianxin" charity event was making a lot of noise, and even Qi Youan, who didn't pay much attention to the news, couldn't help but hear about it from guests or colleagues.

From the moment he heard Lord Su Tang's name appear on the event list, he felt something was wrong.

The "Lianxin" charity event is not open to anyone who wants to participate. It represents the image and glory of Emperor Star.

Of course, this does not mean that Lord Su Tang is not good, but in objective fact, Lord Su Tang's pheromone level does not meet the B﹢ requirements.

Although he knew that Admiral Bai Xu and his men must have made thorough preparations, he might not be able to help much even if he went.

But he still took a day off in advance and went to the event site to watch.

As expected, problems did occur at the event.

There were two unexpected things: one was that the Insect King was assassinated, and the other was that Fan Chongchong, who was supposed to be in jail, actually appeared at the event.

After confirming that Lord Su Tang was fine, he followed Fan Chongchong all the way until a group of killers appeared.

Not only Lao Luo could recognize him, Qi Youan also knew something about Admiral Bai Xu's right-hand men.

The other party took Fan Chongchong away, most likely after receiving instructions from General Bai Xu and others, so he resisted the urge to kill Fan Chongchong and did not show up.

Lao Luo raised his chin and said, "You are late."

Qi Youan looked down at the insects on the ground, his expression becoming somewhat complicated.

Soon, the depression in the chest suddenly eased with the other party's death, and these mixed emotions turned into relief, which was dispersed by the sudden wind and rain.

Lao Luo used the rain water to wash the blood off his hands. After hesitating for two seconds, he walked to the other person in three or two steps and shamelessly put his arm on the other person's shoulder.

"Brother, do me a favor. Do you know what the Didi he is talking about is? Does he have a living brother?"