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

"Go away."

The two-meter-five military female raised a fist the size of a casserole and smashed it down.

Then there was a squeak, and he was kicked away with a flying kick.

The female groaned, her face ferocious, like a big bear that suddenly burst into flames. He grabbed the silver-haired female by the shoulder, but the other borrowed her strength and stepped on his chest in the air.

The extremely fast hands clasped his chin and strangled his throat.

At the same time, he turned to his back, and with the force of his fall, he knocked his opponent down to the ground.

It landed with a bang.

There were quite a few residents on the street, and the army females from a section of the Imperial Zerg who were shopping around reacted quickly and began to surround them spontaneously.

Evan thought he didn't need help, and the military female next to him comforted him: "Don't worry, the empire will definitely help you find justice."

Evan looked up: "I'm not worried."

The army female blushed and stopped looking at the male.

The last time Cledo was injured in the furniture store, he was still not healed. After seeing the strongest combat force here slumped, he tried his best to squeeze to the side of Wilbur who was howling in pain, and whispered: "My lord, in the empire, you must Don't try to provoke a military hero, or his lover."

"Le Mo just wanted to get rough on that male, but now is a special period, as long as he apologizes, he will be forgiven."

The consequences of offending an imperial male are dire.

What's more, Arthur Lane Timothy is a brutal, cold-blooded and extremely cruel officer.

Wilbur's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his face was extremely pale, his lips moved, and he mocked: "Trash."

Kredo was taken aback for a moment, his face became ugly, but he refrained from speaking.

Arthuran unbuttoned his military uniform, and the other seven or eight warriors from the Wild Bee Desert gathered together extremely quickly when they saw that their companion was defeated by a small man.

The army females and wolves in the first area smelled like meat, screamed and rushed forward, colliding with the worms in the wild bee desert.

The two sides did not fight immediately, but chest to chest, pushing and shoving in the extreme.

Jun Nu's mouth roared extremely fast: "What are you doing! What are you doing? Back off, all back off."

The people in the Wild Bee Desert have an obvious advantage in height, and they are also elite fighters. Seeing that their hero was injured, they were furious, and naturally they were not to be outdone.

They fought one by one and picked four, but the female worm whose chin was held was stunned and temporarily missed the fight.

"Step aside!"

"Back back, back up!"

The smell of gunpowder in the air was very strong. After both sides were excited, they were trying to provoke each other to make the first move.

The shoppers and sellers didn't know what happened, but more and more military females put down the vegetables they bought and let go of the male master: "Master, the insects in the first district seem to be fighting, let's go and have a look. "

The hero who was thrown away was puzzled: "Aren't you from the second district?"

Jun Nu scratched her head, embarrassed, her eyes sparkled: "Hey, but there are no divisions in fights, so what, I'm going to the hero, you wait for me here."

"Okay, then you go, be careful not to get hurt."

"Kane, Kane, are you going too? Oh, okay, it's okay, I'm right here."

"What's the matter?"

"Did your female queen also run over? Just now my wife ran so fast that she threw a basket of eggs on the ground."

"It seems to be a fight."

The males also gathered together in twos and threes in doubt, sharing what they saw. These military males generally have their own jobs, and some of them work confidentially in the military department, and their eyesight and sense of smell are very sensitive.

"These soldiers are messing up the people in the first district. When the sheriff arrives later, with dozens of mouths, those bugs in the wild bee desert can't tell clearly."

A male with a gentle temperament said with a smile.

The other male was working as a secretary in the Military and Political Department. At this time, he folded his arms and said coldly: "My wife has also gone to help, and she has long been displeased with them. What, dare to moles my female monarch, if it is not for cooperation As for the development, I made those few worms go bankrupt."

"I work in the Museum of Culture and History, and the wild bee desert insect Mu Qiang has a serious mentality. Male insects like us have weak mental strength, and their status over there is similar to that of breeding pigs. When they grow old, they will be abandoned casually without fighting power. "

"Really? My God, this is the Age of Recovery."

"In the exchange group they came over, none of them were more than 300 years old."

"What's going on, why is that little guy over there standing there alone, who knows him? It's too dangerous, I'll bring him here."

The secretary male had a serious face, strode up to the little male, and grabbed him: "Go, don't stand here."

Evan was watching the fight, but was suddenly pulled by his hand. He was taken aback. He pulled his male worm with a gentle manner and a particularly beautiful temperament.

It's not easy to break free.

Evan's ears were red, and he was holding a honey pot, and was dragged into the pile of males by the secretary.

The Zerg race is so handsome, and more than a dozen males each have their own appearance, all watching the battle over there intently, the secretary suddenly brought over a small male with facial paralysis, and everyone turned their attention to the small male.

"Oh my god, it's so cute."

"The cheeks are so soft, little guy, are you an adult?"

Evan's face was paralyzed, and he maintained his composure surrounded by males, but these males were too enthusiastic. He replied: "19 years old, an adult."

"Oh, I'm so young, I'm already 76."

"I'm over 90, and the secretary is [-]."

The reproduction rate is low, and the males are very caring when they suddenly see such a young offspring.

"This is crocodile honey. It's not tasty. Uncle will give you this candy. Throw away the crocodile honey."

"Whose family is this? I don't know it."

"I don't know him either, but it looks like he should be an adult, don't talk nonsense, you'll scare him."

"Come on, take a bite of this, that one is too sweet to die of, the little male has just grown up, eat something nutritious, and it will grow in size."

Evan held the honey pot with two worm claws, and rejected his enthusiastic subjects with a serious face: "No, thank you, I'm not hungry."

"Why are you blushing? Little male, are you married?"

Evan paused, hesitated for a moment, and nodded slightly: "Yes."

"So young."

The males are not noisy when chatting, and the atmosphere is very good when you talk to each other.

It's bustling, and the whistle sounds.

The security team in dark blue uniform rushed over, and the leader of the team was Commander Andrew's Guard Captain Il.

Captain Il, with vicissitudes of life, looked around, evacuated the crowd, walked to the center of the battle, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Major General Arthur, envoy Wilbert, what happened?"

The females that were colliding with each other stopped and looked at Atheran.

The major general with silver hair and purple eyes buttoned the last button of his military uniform, his face was as cold as ice: "Captain Il, our male citizen was hurt when he came into contact with Wilbur."

Il frowned: "Injured? Citizen? Who?"

Evan was still getting used to the lively crowd, the secretary pushed him out and raised Evan's index finger: "Captain Il, look."

Evan: "..." No, it was a bee sting.

Captain Il looked at Wilbur, and Wilbur's painful face was covered with sweat.

He trembled angrily, and pointed at Evan who was beating him up: "It was the male who provoked me first, prying into my thoughts, and my female waiter couldn't see it, so she wanted to teach him a lesson! Moreover, his wound has nothing to do with me!"

Wilbur gritted his teeth: "He also broke my spiritual thread. I ask the empire to punish him severely, or let me do the same with his spiritual thread."

Evan frowned, and just about to defend himself, the secretary said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? This young bug, who is less than 20 years old, has so weak mental strength that he can't feel it."

"He looks pitiful, helpless and gentle, how could he do something that hurts other people's spiritual power."

"Compared to these, the behavior of releasing mental power on the street and directing the female insect to attack a weak citizen is the most worthy of investigation."

"Besides, this little guy is already injured."

Wilbur: "Are you crazy? He clearly broke my spiritual thread! He's strong...he's not weak at all."

The secretary smiled angrily: "Anyone with eyes can see it."

The two-meter-tall, imposing Wilbur looked down at the 1.7-meter-five male, who looked weak, helpless and paralyzed, holding a honey jar.

"..."

Captain Il faced Wilbur with a serious tone: "My lord special envoy, the empire has imperial laws, and any behavior that intends to harm residents is not allowed."

Wilbur: "?!!"

Arthur Lan nodded lightly to Captain Il, and pointed at the tall unconscious female worm on the ground: "There are cameras on the street, you can investigate slowly, but I only dealt with the thugs who intended to attack the male worm. The subordinates were not harmed in any way."

The situation didn't do me any favors.

Furious, Wilbur barely straightened up and looked at the worms around him with a terrifying expression: "I want to tell Your Majesty Angel, he will punish you, he will definitely."

Arthur Lan stopped Wilbur: "Envoy, you forgot to apologize."

The secretary pushed out the weak and helpless little male, and said gently, "Don't be afraid, everyone is here, no one will hurt you."

Evan rubbed the center of his brows silently, and exchanged a glance with the Major General, Asselan raised his eyebrows, and mouthed [Stop talking]

"impossible."

Wilbur's face was pale, he suddenly pushed Il away, stumbled and ran out.

Evan: "..."

Captain Il took a deep look at Aslan, and patted his chest twice, the warning was self-evident.

Arthur Lan stood at attention, which basically represented the meaning of General Andrew.

"It's all gone, don't look at it."

Captain Il rolled his eyes at the military females around him, and smiled on the surface: "You in the first district, oh, there are also the worms in the second and third districts, you are very united, hehe, hehe."

Army females: "..."

Arthur Lan straightened his military cap, coughed in a low voice, and walked to Evan's side: "Let's go."

Evan was holding the honey pot, and the whole worm was very obedient, following Assellan, not far or near.

Walking all the way back to the apartment building, Aslan opened the door and waited for the male worm to come in. He put down his hat and pinched the male worm's face: "How did I tell you, can you be good, and don't provoke those big guys casually."

With a blank expression, Evan pushed Atheran's hand away, went to wash himself, and came out after brushing his teeth.

The female stood at the door, blocking him with one hand, and with the other behind her back.

"Major General."

A Selan raised his eyes, brushed his hair, and said casually: "I just went to the supermarket, and a new section was opened there, and then it was discounted, and it was very cheap. I thought it would be a loss if I didn't buy it, so I bought one by the way, you Do you want."

Evan nodded and politely refused: "I don't want it, thank you Major General."

Atheran forcibly pulled back the male who was about to leave, and pressed it against the wall.

"You take what I give you."

A fluffy and warm creature was stuffed into Evan's arms.

It has orange fur, pointed ears and round eyes, short limbs, and a round and long body, about forty or fifty centimeters. It grabs Evan's clothes with its furry paws.

meow~

Evan had no expression on his face, maintaining a motionless posture: "What is this, Major General."

Arthur Lan: "Cats, cats, [-] star coins."

The author has something to say: Evan: "...I am weak, pitiful, and gentle, um..."

Arthur Lane: "..."