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

"Either your head was stuck in the door or you were kicked by a donkey, otherwise would you be so kind to share these things with us?"

Jeremy emphasized: "It's not us, it's me, a bug, who made the decision. I'm not sharing this with you. This is for our king."

The leader of the Xi Yanhua raised his eyebrows, pondered, and then suddenly realized: "Oh~~~ I understand!"

Then he smiled with a gloating look on his face: "You guys are hated by the Overlord, right? So you're targeting me?"

"...So do you want it or not?" Jeremy didn't want to see his smug look: "If it weren't for the King Bug, I wouldn't bother to waste my words with you."

"Yes! Why don't you want something that's delivered to your door?"

Pro turned off the communication and looked out the window at the dark night scene. After a long wait, the king's army could only hide in the dark forest.

How many years had they waited? Five hundred years? A thousand years? No, that was long enough to go back eight thousand years.

Eight thousand years ago, every insect in the Sunset Army would look up and see their king lowering his head, looking at them with relief and pride.

They were the king's army and the king's people, but now, they are just the king's remnants.

The current king does not need them, so all they can do is remain silent and wait. Coincidentally, this is what all the Xiyanhua flowers are best at.

Pro did not intend to send the ancient information given by Jeremy to the King Insect in the name of Xi Yanhua, as that would only add burden to the King Insect.

Of course, not in Jeremy's name.

On the other side, after Paten finished talking with Mr. Yan and stepped out of the room, he saw Bai Meng sitting on the first floor, staring blankly ahead, peeling an orange mechanically with his hands.

Paten frowned, jumped down the stairs, walked quickly to Bai Meng's side, bent down and gently took the orange from Bai Meng's hand.

“Why are you only peeling it but not eating it?”

Bai Meng came back to his senses, tilted his head and smiled at Paten: "I'll leave it for you to eat."

Paten sighed lightly and didn't ask Bai Meng what he was thinking just now. Bai Meng didn't ask what he talked about with Mr. Yan.

"Bai Meng, your smile just now was a little silly."

"Really?" Bai Meng raised his hand and patted his face: "Maybe the muscles are a little stiff."

Seeing this, Paten reached out and rubbed Bai Meng's cheeks flat and round, but the strength in his hands was unnaturally gentle. After a while, he put his hands down and commented: "Well, it feels good."

Bai Meng coughed a few times, and the red color that had faded quickly turned red again. Feeling Paten's eager gaze, he quickly changed the subject: "Ahem, Paten, the latest Star Network report."

Bai Meng turned on the light brain and showed Paten the latest news: "The entire First Legion will arrive at the Imperial Star in three days."

"What a coincidence." Paten said.

"What?" Bai Meng was puzzled.

"His Majesty has just ordered me to reach the front line within three days, and... to replace the Fifth Legion. The First Legion, which was originally at the rear, will be replaced by the Second Legion."

Paten sneered: "It's almost the same as the arrangement three years ago."

"Three days later, another marshal from the Military Association also said that he would arrive at the Imperial Star within three days. Windsor is really a master of time management."

"I'm afraid that these three days are not so much a time for the Third Legion to prepare to leave, but rather a time for us to announce the death of Elder Yan."

"The military hospital is guarded by 004, no one will know that Grandpa Yan is here."

Bai Meng patted Paten's hand and said, "If we want to ambush Nabel, the best time is on the road."

"They will pass through the Diamond Galaxy's jump route. Do you need my help?" Bai Meng asked.

Paten shook his head, stretched out his long arms to hug Bai Meng, and suddenly let out a meaningful smile: "Bai Meng, do you want to guess where the remaining veterans are in the Imperial Star except for the new recruits recruited by the Third Legion a year ago?"

Bai Meng raised an eyebrow and hugged him back: "It seems that my dear female lord has a lot of side jobs."

Paten was modest: "Not as good as the Lord."

At this time, Mr. Yan was sitting on the bed and talking to a group of chirping insects.

One of the bugs, Marshal No. 1, saw Mr. Yan lying on the bed, and put one eye close to the screen. The red pupil stretched into a vertical shape and moved up and down on the screen.

"..."

Mr. Yan: This kid is going to die! His fragile little heart.

Marshal No. 2 tried to ignore the big eyes on one of the screens: "Hey, teacher, are you okay?"

"Andrews will arrive at the Imperial Star within three days. Please protect yourself during this period. We will pick you up from the Imperial Star as soon as possible."

"As for the male insect you mentioned..."

Marshal No. 2 looked at Marshal No. 3, meaning it was your turn to speak.

Marshal No. 3 pushed his glasses up on his nose and said, "Brother Yan, we have verified the formula and medicine you gave us."

"It can indeed delay the transformation of female insects, but..." He shook his head: "We can't mass-produce this kind of medicine based on the raw materials, not to mention the complicated processing steps. We will have to invest more energy than we imagined."

"It's hard but we have to make it!"

Old Yan said angrily, "Xiao Bai, a male insect, has done this, why are you still complaining?"

"That's right," Marshal No. 3 nodded in agreement, telling him not to rush. "The process is not a problem. It won't take too much time for our military factory to make a batch of special machines. The key is that one of the raw materials is the scales of dragon beasts, and there are also golden thorns that only grow in the desert of the Fire Cloud Galaxy, the sting of a giant scorpion that lives miles deep in the sea, and other exotic beast materials. This..."

He looked at Old Yan in confusion: "Brother Yan, where did that male cub you keep praising get all those things? Some of them can't even be bought on the black market. This potion is more expensive than my whole insect."

"..."

Old Yan was also a little stunned. So their Military Association was so poor?

"Ahem," he coughed, "Stupid, who told you to spend money to buy it? Dragon beasts, giant scorpions and the like, can't our bugs be caught?"

"As for the Golden Light Thorn, find some seeds to cultivate this alien plant variant. I'll ask Xiaobai if he has any extra seeds."

Marshal No. 3 exhaled a breath. The most difficult thing was the alien plants whose habits and mutation origins were unknown. "Okay, then leave it to Brother Yan. I will arrange our insects to collect raw materials as much as possible."

"Wait, remember to pay." Old Yan called him.

Marshal No. 3 blinked and smiled to avoid the question: "Give money? Oh, Brother Yan, how many years have we been friends? Let's not talk about money, let's not talk about money. Talking about money hurts our feelings, hahahaha."

"You kid, no need to talk this time!" Old Yan snorted, "I won't let my Xiao Bai suffer a loss. I will pay you the market price, not a cent less, and not a cent more."

"Okay, okay, give it to me," Marshal No. 3 and Marshal No. 4 looked at each other and said with a smile, "Consider it a meeting gift for our brother Yan's precious grandson."

When Mr. Yan heard this, he shook his head sadly: "Not really, it's my fault."

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Marshal No. 1 spoke, but in a childish voice: "What did the Windsor bug do to you?"

The other seven screens also fell silent instantly, waiting for Mr. Yan to speak.

Elder Yan sighed heavily, "If I had known earlier, I should have gone to Emperor Star to take Xiao Bai away from the beginning."