The male worm who is the object of marriage has just reached adulthood

The mood is surprisingly complicated.

His fingertips brushed against the eye of the storm.

Evan lowered his eyelashes, tightened his fingers slightly, and suddenly relaxed.

But there was a long silence under the shadow of the lamp.

Slowly closing the poster, on the sofa, Arthur, who had turned into a useless worm, collapsed, his tired head nodded, and he was about to fall asleep.

"Where did this come from?"

It is three points similar to the appearance of the predecessor in the underground palace. It is a long historical wall, a silent monument, remembering the males who lost their lives because of the underground palace.

This face should be the sixth crown prince of the Underground Palace, Siren Misaka.

Because in the most active era of PA, His Majesty Misaka stayed alone in the underground palace for too long, and passed away in a hurry after being infected, leaving no descendants.

The underground palace lost its core, the PA rioted, and the priests were helpless. Many male insects were filled into it, but they could not be restrained.

In this case, the priest would make an exception and let senior Lu Shaoshu enter the isolated island. After confirming his spiritual threshold, he begged him to become the new crown prince.

The males outside the isolated island seldom deliberately cultivate their spiritual power.

Because meditation itself is a very boring thing, the spiritual power required for daily life is not as high as that required by the underground palace.

So there has been no promotion.

Evan wiped off the rainwater on the pictorial, put it on the bookshelf, tilted his head to look at it, and silently read the name of Siren Misaka in his heart.

Whether 100 years or 200 years.

Or in the future, they will not be forgotten.

The pictorials were probably made by the priests according to the appearance of these predecessors, and they were sent out to the isolated island. They could not leave during their lifetime, and they would be free after death.

A silent remembrance belonging to ascetic monks.

Arthur turned around: "Do you like it? General Andrew is a fanatical believer, and he has a soft spot for this [Eye of the Storm], and he will give it away every year."

Rain falls.

On the fair complexion of the female insect, two lumps of sickly red appeared on her cheeks.

With cold brows and eyes, his face was tired and relaxed.

Evan cherished it very much, and turned around and asked Arthur Lan: "Do you have to post it?"

Asselan shook his head: "It's fine to hang it up after the summer celebration in two days. I'll go buy some garlands and come back to decorate."

Evan nodded: "Okay."

But one day, he will also become a pictorial.

The difference is that he will work hard to live longer, because he came out to see the world.

"water."

Evan, who had just learned how to use smart home appliances to boil water, poured Arthur a cup of hot water, then picked a towel from the bathroom and handed it to Arthur.

"Why are you sick?"

The corner of Arthur Lan's mouth twitched, why, because he worked non-stop for two days, he spread his wings against the pouring rain in a thunderstorm, and sent the injured soldiers to the hospital.

He got up and vomited blood and continued on his way.

It is reasonable to be sick, but not to be sick.

He lay down, touched his wet hair, covered his face with a towel and said nonsense: "I'm sick from digging holes."

In fact, it's not that serious. It's probably a fever and inflammation, plus a little bruise. It's fine to wrap up in a quilt and sleep.

Military female, come and go in the wind and rain.

Hanging around in the polluted area all day long, how can anyone not get sick.

It's just that a worm has been fighting outside for a long time, and even a delicate worm is used to roughness. Except for military affairs, chasing science fiction dramas, a worm's life is very unrefined.

So I didn't bother to take off my wet clothes, curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

Evan frowned.

Because the mental power has always been unstable, I have eaten all the fruits and vegetables in the house in the past two days, but I still don't dare to use my mental power to sort them out.

He knelt down and picked up the towel.

Females breathe evenly.

Moist lips, showing a little bit of teeth, snoring lightly.

The military shirt was messed up, wrinkled and wet, and smelled a faint smell of rain. Evan was expressionless, wiped his face with a towel, and then brushed his hair.

The long legs were placed on the coffee table, and there was a smell of pollutants on the military boots.

When I took it off, the rain splashed on the floor, and the thin mud and sand dripped down the trousers, and I was in a mess.

At night, Evan did not return to the bedroom.

The female worm forgot to take the medicine and developed a fever in the middle of the night.

But he didn't wake up at all, his breathing was rapid, his eyes were rolling around under his eyelids, his hands were clenched, his mouth was open like a thirsty fish, or he was just screaming silently.

Evan had to wake him up, his fingers touched the skin, and felt the female's body heat: "Major General, wake up, you have a fever, go to the hospital."

The female struggled to open her eyes, took a deep breath, and after panting for a while, he came back to his senses and muttered hoarsely: "It's a big deal, just sleep on it."

After moving, I realized that there were two quilts covering my body, one of which had Evan's soft scent.

The male sat on the edge of the sofa in a regular manner, with his hands on his knees.

Asselan glanced out of the window, the moon was big and round, it was obviously late at night.

He hoarsely said: "Why don't you go to sleep? Woke up from hunger?"

Evan squatted down, and gently touched the female's face with his fingers, which was cold to the touch.

The female felt that, turning her head, his eyes in the darkness were like a glowing lake, surging with sparkling light.

Looking at each other, Evan spoke, his voice clearer and colder: "Tears."

Arthur Lang paused, covering his eyes with his hands.

"why?"

"No."

The female was silent for too long, and Evan sat back in the chair without further questioning.

Asselan rubbed the center of his brows, turned over, and the young and mature male sat on the chair without saying a word. He was quiet as a matter of course, and there was no offended anger on his face.

Seeing the sight of the female, he patted Arthur on the shoulder very maturely, with a sense of responsibility: "Go to sleep."

Who is in their 60s?

Asselan couldn't laugh or cry, and the tears that came out were also withdrawn.

Strange male.

A little monster.

Stinky cub.

Love suckers.

Fart.

Facial paralysis.

But it's actually a nice bug.

Asselan let out a breath of cold air, and lifted the quilt a little: "Come in to warm up for a while, and then go to sleep."

It was a very brotherly invitation, Aslan often did this when he was camping in the wild, and the males accompanying the army were also accustomed to the informality of extraordinary times, so Aslan did not think there was a problem with this invitation.

We're all friends, bro.

Evan was expressionless and wanted to refuse, but he couldn't open his mouth because of the languid mood of the female worm after being sick, and the nightmare she had just had.

He is His Majesty, before His people.

In other words, I am your father.

Thinking about it this way, Evan's mood was stable, and he got into the bed very calmly. The sofa is long and wide, and it's no problem to squeeze.

Atherland rolled up the quilt, put his hands on his head, and became a little more awake. He looked at the ceiling: "Today, when cleaning up the polluted area, two recruits were sacrificed."

Evan nodded, signaling that he understood.

Arthur Lan smiled lightly: "The remains will be brought back for cremation tomorrow, and their families may not have time to see each other for the last time."

The male patted Aslan's shoulder reassuringly.

Asselan turned sideways and met the male's four eyes. His eyes were sharp, as if he wanted to look into the male's heart: "You are different from ordinary males, no, it is too different, mental strength, and personality, Will there be males like you in the wild bee desert?"

Evan: "I am the current sire of Eye of the Storm."

Arthur laughed angrily, pinching his face: "I am still His Majesty the Emperor, if you don't want to say I won't ask."

Since I couldn't sleep, I changed the subject.

"Have you heard of the eye of the storm?"

"..."

"The military department has a lot of posters of Eye of the Storm, let me bring you a few more."

The female has that look on my face that I know you adore.

Evan paused and remained silent.

No, in a few hundred years, you can stick me on the door.

This sentence was not spoken.

In a quiet atmosphere.

The temperature rises little by little, and the breath is full of the smell of the other party.

The moonlight is soft and spit and diarrhea, and the light is dim and hazy.

As his body warmed up slowly, Evan turned his back and rubbed his cheeks.

After the low mood passed, Aselan also felt a little bit of embarrassment.

He said in a low tone, maturely and steadily: "Go to sleep, it's not the nesting period, so don't just stick to it."

Evan felt a little provocative.

Turning over, he propped himself up, looked down at the female, his expression was calm and indifferent, and his tone was faint: "Speaking of which, Major General, you pouted that night."

Arthur Lan's blood flowed backwards for a moment, and his expression was rich.

He let out a laugh, with an ignorant expression of are you telling a bad joke: "Pout? What pout? Like this? How is it possible."

"I remember it well, Major General."

"Impossible, I would do such a childish action, ha, my age is exchanged for amethyst coins, and the pile is taller than you."

Arthur sneered: "It's impossible."

Evan frowned and recalled seriously: "You lied, you couldn't pout your lips at the time, and you were so nervous that you couldn't breathe at all."

"I'm very good at kissing, because it's impossible for a brat like you to be flustered."

"You never kissed at all."

"Come here for me."

"it is good."

She was roughly shoved onto the sofa, her lips were covered with a thumb, and she rubbed her lips ungentlely.

The jaw was also clamped, and the male who was too young put his hand on his cheek with a blank expression.

Not a very good face, but those eyes are too memorable.

Ancient, silent, as if it has been tempered day after day.

In this way, when he saw him at the station for the first time, he felt high and unattainable, and mistakenly thought he was Carlos.

The male worm leaned closer.

The broken light in the pupils is cold, the breath is warm, and the soft smell is like a shadow.

Athelin leaned against the sofa cushions.

The heartbeat is about to explode, and at the same time, it is as quiet as a chicken.

The light and shadow blurred the male's facial features, and he lowered his head.

When he was only one centimeter away from Arthur Lan's lips, he stopped and reached out to catch Arthur Lan's raised lips at some point.

"Look, it's just like this."

Evan opened his round and bright eyes, and pinched the female's lips: "That night, it was like this."

Arthur Lane: "..."