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That night, the night was deep and dark clouds were gathering.

The border war ended, a black market organization appeared on the border, and the news of the second prince's disappearance from the battlefield reached the Imperial Star one after another, causing some to be happy and some to be worried.

Most of the troublesome ones are bugs that do not get along well with the God of Death.

This time the God of Killer has returned with his military achievements, and I'm afraid he will attract the attention of many insects again.

The leader of the Second Legion, Sissoko, looked visibly unhappy upon hearing the news. After being suspended, he stayed at home all day drinking.

The bracelet vibrated, and when he finished reading the message, the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up, and his depressed eyes were filled with complacency and gloating.

"Uncle, what's the good news? Why don't you bring glory to your nephew?"

Sissoko looked at his good-for-nothing nephew and snorted coldly, his eyes narrowed into a slit with a shrewd and ruthless light flashing, "It doesn't matter if you have great achievements, you have to live to enjoy it."

"I have something for you to do. If you can't do it well, get out of here."

Mo Lin leaned over and whispered, his eyes wide with uncertainty, "Uncle, will this work? Kill the God."

"Do the job I give you and keep your mouth shut."

Morin, who was entrusted with an important task, was not happy as usual, but worried instead.

It felt like there was a huge rock pressing on my chest, making me feel stuffy and uncomfortable.

It was even the first time in his life that he disagreed with his uncle's decision.

Mo Lin walked out of the yard, looked up at the dark sky, and a hint of struggle flashed between his brows.

You Chong was worried about his position being lost, while You Chong was concerned about the safety of the second prince.

For a while, the second prince's crazy fans were busy running around seeking blessings and peace.

Some even blocked the entrance of the federal government, protesting against its inaction and strongly demanding that the government join forces with the military to wipe out the black market organizations.

Many netizens were enjoying the show. Regardless of why, they all agreed with the crackdown on the black market organizations.

However, when it comes to anxiety, the one who is most worried is His Majesty the Insect Emperor, who has been suffering from severe Mercury retrograde during this period, losing both his secret guards and his troops.

His precarious character can no longer be saved simply by relying on the image of an old father who cares about his children.

The Insect King looked out the window at the sculpture of King Insect Palenque. The ring of power that symbolized the throne was spinning on his fingertips. His eyes, filled with cumulus clouds and filled with sinister murderous intent, murmured to himself, "I can't stay here."

"Click"

A silver-white light flashed across the sky above the palace, splitting the pitch-black night in half, followed by an earth-shaking roar.

The shadows of the trees outside the window were shaking, and the mottled and broken shadows fell all over the ground.

The bean-sized vanguards hit the window sill, making a dense "click, click" sound like drum beats, which made the insect feel uneasy for some reason.

Soon, the test was over, and heavy rain poured out from the dark clouds filled with water vapor, instantly casting a hazy filter over the central city of the Imperial Star, blurring the vision.

When Cyrus looked over again, the lights in the Insect King's dormitory had been turned off, and the insect shadows by the window had disappeared.

Rainy nights are the best time for accidents to happen and the best choice for causing trouble.

The Imperial Palace's underground experimental research institute.

"Your Majesty the Insect King, are you sure you want to get the injection?"

The "teacher" looked at the Insect King with eyes that showed no emotion at all, and for some reason, the Insect King felt pressured and irritated.

One minute later.

The dark pink solution was injected into the Insect King's body.

After the Insect King left, the "teacher" calmly withdrew his gaze and said to the assistant beside him, "Clean up."

After saying this, he turned around and returned to the core laboratory of the institute.

In the center of the core laboratory, connected by countless pipes, in a huge, transparent nutrition cabin, a face that was more handsome and mature than Little Sweetheart's appeared before him.

At the same time, at a private insect manor more than 3,000 meters away from the imperial palace, a sudden heavy rain awakened the sleeping guards.

A cold light flashed, and a muffled groan was drowned in the noisy rain. The blood was also diluted and washed away by the rain, leaving no trace.

The queen, who should have been in a coma, suddenly opened her eyes. Her emaciated figure looked like a rotten wood that would collapse and fall apart at any time, which did not match the luxurious decoration style of the room at all.

His numb and cloudy eyes turned to the insects that suddenly appeared in the room, and he was alert. His hoarse voice seemed to have not spoken for a long time. He spoke in a staccato and laborious manner, "Who sent you?"

Lai Chong saluted. "My boss asked me to ask you, are you willing to be trapped here for the rest of your life, Admiral Branwen?"

Branwen clutched the bed sheet tightly, his eyes revealing deep regret and disgust. The veins on the back of his skinny hands were tangled, and although he looked fragile, he was determined to never break.

It seemed that he had not heard this title for a long time. Ever since he was deceived by that hideous beast, he had been labeled as the queen and was about to forget who he was.

In response to the other party's silence, Lai Chong did not try to persuade him too much. He just stayed quietly in the corner, acting as a shadow. He seemed to have no sense of existence, but he was always paying attention to the movements outside.

After a long moment, Branwen opened his mouth and asked, "How is Naxossis?"

Thinking of the boss's instructions, he only said, "The second prince has been injected with a special medicine and is not in good condition."

Branwen closed his eyes and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

After daybreak, the heavy rain gradually turned into intensive drizzle.

The news of the queen's disappearance reached the palace.

"bang"

The sound of shattering came from the Insect King's bedroom. The dense black mist wrapped the Insect King tightly as his bones were broken one by one and the pain of his internal organs being squeezed and torn.

Countless black vines broke out of his body and filled the entire bed.

Some of the creatures that couldn't make it climbed up the walls and ceilings, swung on the crystal chandeliers, groped on the bookshelves, and squirmed and crawled on the floor.

The fishy and smelly dark blood spread everywhere as the vines spread, and the originally luxurious bedroom instantly turned into a gloomy and terrifying purgatory.

Layer upon layer of vines tightly wrapped around the insect king in the center of the bed. The insect king was in tatters and barely recognizable as a human, as if it was about to form a cocoon.

Smelling the aroma of food, the insect king in the vine cocoon suddenly opened his eyes, which were covered with blood mist and turned outward.

The gaze fixed on the door frame revealed an inhuman appetite and struggle, and the vines attached to the door panel were ready to move.

"Find them all for me."

"For one week, no insect is allowed to set foot in the bedroom. Anyone who disobeys this order will be killed."

"Huff huff", the sound like a wild beast's heavy breathing mixed with a sticky and slippery sound echoed in the room, making the insect's scalp tingle and a chill run down its spine.

Outside the dormitory door, the secret guards, sensing their lives were in danger, left in a hurry.

Soon after, the news that His Majesty the Insect Emperor, who was extremely worried about the missing Second Prince, fell ill spread like wildfire.

The palace gates were closed and the atmosphere was tense.

Cyrus was a little uncomfortable at first because he suddenly lost the inseparable tail.

As for the tail, it was tracking the small aircraft that quietly left the palace last night.

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"My dear wife, you are not paying attention."

Feeling neglected, Su Tang clung to Bai Xu like a sticky candy, her pink fingertips stirring up trouble under the quilt, fanning the flames.

"Now that you have it, you don't value it anymore, you scumbag."