Zerg: I ​​am the real white moonlight in the Zerg

"Admiral, they are grounded."

Paten came down from upstairs only after Lan Luo and Mo Wen left.

"But they are temporarily safe now. His Majesty's sights are always on the highest level. His target is the Military Association, not the Third Legion."

"Military Association?"

Bai Meng poured Paten a cup of tea: "Didn't they say that male insects are limited to military affairs?"

"That's right, sir." Paten took a sip, then put the cup down and pointed his finger at the ceiling: "But sir, any ambitious superior will not tolerate someone under him who cannot be controlled."

"Male insects stay out of the military. This is the rule established by the Supreme Military Association."

"And to break this rule," Paten rarely showed his fangs, licked the corner of his lips with his tongue, dangerously like a wolf about to give its prey a fatal blow, "you must deal with the creator of the rule."

Then his aura changed, and he retracted his sharp claws into their sheaths, and continued to say to Bai Meng: "Except for the awarding of medals to generals in a legion, and major changes in the army, the marshals in the military association almost never show up."

"Until the Military Association sends a marshal, the admiral will have to remain in the 'severely injured' state."

"And Admiral Nabel of the First Legion has been in the position of admiral for nearly 150 years."

"Assassination?"

Bai Meng frowned: "If Admiral Nabel is transferred back, there will be a gap on the front line. Then..."

"At that time, only the Third Legion will go to the front line."

"Oh, sir," Paten sneered, "Maybe we can go find the aliens in advance."

Bai Meng stared into Paten's eyes: "So Paten, what are you going to do?"

Paten raised one hand and showed Bai Meng his sharp, poisonous insect claws.

"It is indeed good to have a legitimate title and escape the restrictions of the Imperial Star, but sir, you should not be the First Legion, and you must not be the First Legion."

"I will not let the Marshal die, nor will I let Nabel live."

"It's possible that assassinating a marshal might happen twice."

"Yes, indeed." Bai Meng nodded thoughtfully: "The first failure leads to the second success. All the bugs will think that you are the same group of bugs."

"I'll let 004 fully cooperate with you. It seems to have become lazy recently."

"Thank you, sir." Paten smiled sincerely at this time. "As a thank you, I can tell you a bedtime story tonight."

Bai Meng blinked, stretched out her arms to hug Paten's waist, and then closed her eyes tiredly.

"Yeah, I'm listening."

Paten hugged him and asked, "Sir, are you tired?"

"A little."

Nothing is more tiring than scheming against bugs. Except for the bugs he knows, he really hates being surrounded by a lot of bugs. Especially when the gazes of those bugs are like a thorn in his flesh, entangling him.

"Do you want me to carry you to the bedroom?"

Bai Meng didn't open his eyes: "No, just hold me like this for a while."

Paten said nothing more and closed his eyes like Bai Meng. The light in the living room gradually became softer, and the two insects leaned against each other, inseparable.

"Those male insects are so annoying."

010 sat in the co-pilot seat of the aircraft and complained to Hermann beside him: "Sure enough, a bug can enjoy delicious food the best. Isn't the mouth used to chew food? Why can those bugs talk so much?"

He didn't even finish a piece of cake at the banquet.

"I thought you were used to this kind of scene when you were outside," said Hermann.

"I only talk to one planet master at a time when I'm out there."

010 He took a deep breath, suppressed his resentment, and put on the demeanor of a gentleman: "I am a gentleman, I am a gentleman, I am a gentleman, I am a gentleman..."

Gentleman 010 turned around and asked, "Next time I attend a banquet, can I put a mute drug in the food?"

"No, it's not possible. Unfortunately, that's against the law." Hermann immediately shook his head.

"Okay," 010 asked again, "What about the poison?"

"That's even worse, 010. Didn't you download the laws and regulations of the Empire into your central system?"

"Down," 010 replied, "but the master insect didn't say I couldn't commit a crime."

"..."

Herman was silent for a moment: "I will tell your Excellency about the conversation just now."

010 smiled and took out a spoon, then pulled out the unfinished cake he had just brought out from the banquet: "The Master Bug said that we can't waste food."

Herman was helpless: "Don't eat on the control console, eat behind the aircraft."

010 said "oh" obediently.

Lan Luo held a two-milliliter syringe and stared in a daze at the blood flowing inside.

"I thought Your Excellency would just tell us his current condition. Wouldn't that be easier? We don't have to draw blood."

"Your Excellency seems to take his promise very seriously. He is just abiding by the original agreement."

Mo Wen picked a vacant spot in the woods and sat down: "And this also shows that he doesn't need us. Even after we were honest, he still chose to draw a line with us."

"It seems that the bugs above will be disappointed." Lan Luo also sat down and stretched: "As you can see, this Excellency is very strong."

"Alas," he sighed sadly, "When will our Xiyan Army be able to show up in the Empire? I also want to go to the front line to see those alien races."

"Knock them all down and let the Empire see the might of our Xiyan Army! Hehehehe!"

Lan Luo punched the air a few times, then fell straight to the ground.

When he opened his eyes again, his expression had changed. He stared at Mo Wen with a weird smile: "That kid is right. Did the leader really give up such a good insect selection? Just wait endlessly for the next one, and the next one?"

"This is the leader's order, Luo Lan," Mo Wen ignored him and closed his eyes: "We are loyal enough, we are silent enough, we only open our eyes at night, stretching out our petals to resist the murderous intent hidden in the darkness for the king."

"This is the meaning of the evening primrose, Luo Lan."

"The sharp blade can pierce the king's body, but the shield will only block the king's body in front and behind with its heavy and hardness."

"Tsk!" Luo Lan sneered: "Is it worth it?"

"Is the current Zerg really worth our wait? They have long been corrupted by Windsor's light, and they might even regard us as invaders."

"Didn't you notice, Luo Lan?"

"what?"

"In all twelve star systems of the Zerg, the number of junk stars and exiled stars has increased."

"What does that mean?"

“It means the flame is burning.”