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

A flying bird fluttered and flapped its wings.

In the flowers of Mai Nai, bees are buzzing, butterflies are flying, and unknown birds and insects are singing together.

The residents of Nightmare Bird Forest are not only Zerg, but also biological species that have survived from other polluted areas.

Evan saw a small village, the residents were only half a meter tall, with gray skin, elephant ears and rat tail, holding watering pots to water the flowers.

Children younger than them were playing on the grass.

There are also glowing, thumb-sized winged bio-villages, and the Poutu people who look like crocodiles but are generous and honest by nature.

Green skin, flowers on the top of the head, but a plant family with hands and feet.

Compared with the Zerg, they are very small.

"General Andrew took them in, they just had to work and pay."

Atheran said to Evan: "There are also Zergs who sell them, but General Andrew does not allow such things to happen in the Nightmare Bird area, not even non-Zergs."

Evan nodded, Arthur Lang paused, and then said: "We will go to the Zerg village later, stay away from me, so as not to be misunderstood."

There is this article in the third chapter of the covenant, and Evan stepped back two meters as promised, without delay.

Arthur Lan: "..." I suddenly didn't feel happy.

Passing through the flower fields, there is an empty and towering forest, a huge lake, and the road is paved with neat stones. Zerg with different habits live among tall trees, underground, and in lakes.

There are many residents in the market.

When the patrolling soldiers saw the silver-haired and purple-eyed officer, they all stopped to salute. The squad leader saw the male behind the major general: "Sir, who is this?"

Arthur Lan kept his eyes fixed: "I don't know."

Evan paused and brushed past the female.

The soft and tranquil smell disappeared in an instant, and Arthur moved his fingers.

The team leader felt that the officer was getting more and more scary, so he pulled out the record book: "Major General, the newly cleaned polluted area has not continued to rot."

Asselan hummed, glanced at the back of the male worm, and looked away.

There are insect people selling flowers and melons for the summer festival. After inspecting it, Atherland didn't go to the assembly center. Instead, he went behind a remote tree and bought honey from a familiar flower farmer.

Evan walked slowly through one stall after another.

In addition to the Zerg, there are other races' stalls. Evan stopped in front of a small crocodile.

"Taste the guests."

The little crocodile dipped a little with a small spoon and handed it to Evan.

This is the male of the Zerg, and the crocodile pleases the male so that the female will not embarrass them.

"Minael has different flavors, and so does honey, and crocodile honey is the best honey."

Evan shook his head, the crocodile rolled its eyes, and simply gave the whole jar of honey to the male.

Evan couldn't refuse the tearful crocodile.

After he left with some doubts, other females came over, wanting to try the crocodile's honey.

Ah, Zerg males are so cute.

The crocodile thought, counting pennies.

Evan was holding the honey jar, driven by curiosity, he quietly stuck out his tongue and licked the lid.

Hua Nong is a soldier who retired due to injury. He used to be with Aselan. Now when he sees the former chief, he is so nervous.

"Major General!"

Arthur Lan lifted the lid of the barrel, and said lightly, "What are you shouting at?"

"..."

The flower farmer scratched his head and carried a spoonful of honey to Aselan: "Major General, this is the newly harvested honey this year."

Aselan sniffed it, and the sweet scent of manai flooded his nostrils. This is an indispensable ingredient for summer festivals.

As the flower farmer was talking, he suddenly started laughing, and Arthur raised his eyes: "What are you laughing at?"

Hua Nong nunuzui: "That male worm over there ate the crocodile's honey, hahaha, some people will suffer now."

"Who doesn't know that those crocodile people like to use rotting wood flowers to raise bees, hey, he's here."

Asheran turned his head when he heard the words.

In the bustling market, a male in a black robe hurriedly walked from the middle of the street, holding a jar of honey, walking calmly, but tears were rolling in his eyes, and his lips were tightly pursed.

Compared with most male insects, Evan's appearance was not outstanding, and he was submerged in the crowd of the market, but Arthur Lan saw him at a glance.

The heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Like a snare drum, it was tapped lightly.

It seems to remind him that this moment is different from all the past.

But the male didn't even look at it. He walked past Atheran without looking sideways, as if passing through a piece of air.

Arthur Lan's eyes moved slightly, and he reached out to grab the male's arm.

The male was dutiful, and brushed off his hand indifferently: "Who are you?"

Arthur choked.

Then, as if the male was unwilling to talk, he walked away quickly without any hesitation, and Arthur ran after him. When he reached the flower field of Mai Nai, he stopped Evan.

"What happened to the mouth?"

Evan couldn't speak, thought for a while, raised the honey in his hand with a paralyzed face, tears rolled down his eyes, it was probably extremely unpalatable.

Asselan thought a lot at that moment, but he didn't seem to think about anything, his mind was chaotic and empty.

He slowly lowered his head, and pecked the pale pink lips in front of his eyes. It was soft to the touch, with a slightly warm body temperature, and a little moist.

The male insect opened its eyes round, and blinked slowly with its tear-wet eyelashes.

"I feel better, right..."

Arthur Lan's heartbeat exploded, and he had never encountered such an unconscious time in his life. He straightened up, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Evan was expressionless, touched his lips, and nodded hesitantly.

It seems that it is not so uncomfortable.

Asselan's eyes drifted left and right, and he added in a serious manner: "This is a native method, don't get me wrong."

"..."

Arthur calmly touched his nose, went back to the market to pay for the honey, and asked the male to wait where he was. When paying, the flower farmer said, "No need, Major General, this is for you. It's a wedding present."

Aslan took out the money and paused.

Put the star coins he took out back into his pocket, turn around and leave.

Flower farmer: "..."

After walking a few steps, Arthur stopped, muttered a few words, raised his hand, and seven or eight star coins fell on the flower farmer's bucket lid.

That's right.

I ate the sweet mani flower honey, and bought the flowers for the summer festival from the smiling flower farmers.

On the way back.

Assellan reminded the male worm not to talk to him, but eager to try the flower: "Don't bury your head in the flower, you will be stung by bees."

Evan was expressionless, and calmly patted the flowers on the front of his shirt, and had regained his dignity from the crocodile's honey.

"Major General, I wouldn't do such a thing. Whether it's the Mane Flower or the Summer Festival, I've been in close contact with it before."

Every third Friday of summer, Mr. Yao would send a bouquet of manai flowers, and was also allowed to drink a little wine as an exception.

Manai flowers are placed in glass bottles and can be kept in water for seven days.

It is said that there are many manai flowers planted on the isolated island, but they do not set seeds, and new seeds need to be sown every year.

"Alright alright."

Arthur was so hot that his collar was loosened, and his military cap and coat were all unbuttoned, revealing his sweaty neck. His shirt was slightly damp, revealing the outline of his white vest.

Under the sun, the skin is desire, and the military uniform is reason.

Evan's divergent mental power shrank back to the mental power lake.

He averted his gaze, although he had read the bold and unconstrained diary of his predecessor, he had also seen what that chest looked like with his own eyes.

But the 19-year-old male is still very unfamiliar with love, holding his breath for a while, not even daring to take a breath.

Evan suddenly thought of the epilogue that Senior Lu Shaoshu wrote on a certain page.

[Giant in thought, dwarf in action]

No, it's not.

It's just that he is not the most suitable bug.

Evan thought about it, calmly cast his gaze back, and then swished his head away.

The skin on the female's neck was almost as cold and white as frost and snow.

It is especially prominent in the golden Mai Nai flower field.

Under the vest, where the eyes can't penetrate, is the beating heart of the female insect, and the bones are covered with muscle and skin.

Evan knew what that was.

Pale nipples, firm pecs.

He remained motionless, standing like a straight young poplar tree.

Aslan raised his eyebrows, and just about to speak, his face suddenly moved slightly.

He put on his hat and looked left and right at the flower field. There were no flower farmers, and he lowered his voice: "Hey, your taste has changed."

After coming out of the hospital.

The daily detection report will be sent to Aselan's terminal on time. Even if he is not at home, he knows that the male's mental threshold is always unstable.

Maybe it's because he's too young, or maybe it's because he wasted too much energy at the Leksey's house.

Evan blushed.

After finally relaxing his breath, the female worm came over.

How shameless!

But didn't I leave the underground palace just to find such a relationship that breaks the shackles of tradition?

Look at him, no, it can't be done.

Now is not the nesting period.

Evan's face was paralyzed: "I'm fine."

Asselan thought it was nothing at first, but the strange reaction of the male insect seemed to have a chain effect, and even he felt unnatural.

But after all, he was old enough to be his elder, so he didn't feel so restless, instead he dragged the male to sit by the stream.

"Is it too hot? Why is your physique so poor?"

"I'm fine, Major General."

Atheran and the male were sitting some distance away on the masonry ditch.

There was a cool breeze, and the expressions of the two worms were very cold.

It seemed as if they were sitting together hard, and they were extremely strange to each other.

Atheran held a grass stalk in his mouth. After a while, he took off the grass stalk and crushed it in his hands. His tone was a bit difficult, and the voice was soft, and it would disperse when the wind blew.

"Hey, do you want to breathe?"

The wind rustled the flowers.

The male insect suddenly raised its eyes, its tea-green eyes widened, and its eyelashes trembled: "What do you suck?"

Arthur Lane: "..."

He stood up and walked to Evan's side, his ears were flushed, and his expression was serious: "It's nothing."

Slowing down, he pointed at the mountains in the north and forcibly changed the subject: "Look over there, the mountains in the north will also bloom in the next year."

The north is bordered by the Wild Bee Desert, which is the largest and most dangerous polluted area of ​​the Nightmare Bird Forest. If this cooperation can be successful, there will no longer be a threat to the Nightmare Bird Forest.

Pollutants, like gutter rats, lose their shelter and scramble to survive.

After the land is cleared, it will enter a fallow period of one or two years, and the army's planters will sprinkle the fields with mani flowers.

The flowers bloom one after another, and normal plants will grow on the land in the coming year.

This flower field was cleared by Atherland and his soldiers. After planting the manna flowers, it will become greener every year. Next year at the latest, the land can be allocated to military families or immigrants.

Evan stretched out his right hand, and the soft buds gently touched the palm of his hand.

The young worms like to look at mountains and trees, flowers and water. Aselan walked on the ridges of the fields, thinking about the defensive post and the polluted area.

The form is always getting better year by year, maybe one day, the polluted area will disappear completely.

The terminal in his hand kept prompting. After browsing briefly, Atherland replied to Commander Andrew and Thrall, and waited for the rest until he returned to the military headquarters.

After closing the terminal, you have come to the hidden creek in the flower field.

Arthur stopped and turned around.

The male fell behind, standing alone on the field ridge, wearing a straw hat crookedly, with a paralyzed face and struggling eyes.

After a while, he seemed discouraged, looked left and right, and let himself bury his head in the flower clusters, fluttering.

The corners of Arthur Lan's mouth turned up, and the male's fluffy hair curled up a few strands, almost transparent under the golden sun.

Putting it in his pocket, he inexplicably thought of some kind of docile fur animal, his eyes slightly fluttered.

The author has something to say: O(≧▽≦)O Happy Valentine's Day.

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I just want to skin it, it's really sweet.