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

Evan was stunned: "Why do you want to kiss if there are no worms?"

Arthur Lane: "Well, a friend of mine said, give me a kiss, uh, to relieve tension, then I will force it and let you kiss."

Evan snorted and comforted Arthur: "No major general, I'm not nervous."

Arthur Lane: "...that's fine."

"Ahem," reminded the secretary who was forced to observe: "It's about to start, I'm going up to introduce the rules."

Evan handed the suitcase to Arthur Lan: "Can you hold this for me?"

Arthur Lan took the suitcase and stood behind the curtain with Evan.

This is a performance hall that can accommodate 5000 people, but there are only more than 20 senior military officers sitting on the left side of the auditorium. The lowest rank is also a lieutenant.

Behind them are more than a dozen male officers, with straight military uniforms and handsome faces, communicating in low voices.

On the right is the tall and strong wild bee desert exchange group wearing white fur, more than 20 females and three males.

After the secretary took the stage, the communication stopped naturally.

Secretary Lancer briefly talked about the rules, and then several military females pushed up six three-meter-high glass pillars.

Evan heard Lancer read his name, he glanced at Arthur Lan, and walked to the stage.

Clap, clap, clap.

The army females below had serious faces and uniform movements, turning into ruthless applause machines.

The males sitting in the back row were a little more lively, clapping their hands and mouthing to relax.

Evan was not nervous at first, but now he is a little nervous by being forced.

[This is the Bumblebee Desert Envoy, Mr. Angor]

Angel, who was wearing white fur, walked onto the stage, his eyes caught the dusty, not tall male, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

clap clap.

The military females automatically lowered their tone.

The female worms in the Wild Bee Desert didn't know how to applaud, but now that they didn't applaud, they felt their aura suddenly lowered, which was unbearable.

But the beat was not unified, and the applause was a bit messy.

The pa la pa la is also very enthusiastic.

The secretary didn't waste any more nonsense, and glanced at each side: "3 minutes, the first to find the three male worms that are the source of the dirt wins, now—start."

As soon as the words fell, Evan saw Angel's spiritual thread, which swelled to cover the entire stage.

Very light colored threads, like fog or rain.

Angel glanced at Evan, who looked weak, it would be too boring to destroy such a male.

As he thought, he killed the first pollutant, crushed the source, and infiltrated the second.

But the second contaminant is tricky and a bit harder to find.

Evan stood motionless against the glass pillar, Angel killed the first pollutant, and there was still no movement on his side.

The doctor is very nervous, is it too difficult?

His mental power can't be manifested, he can't judge Evan's progress, and the doctor can't even see the threads of mental power clearly.

If the mental power threshold is too high or too low, there will be unobservable situations.

Carlos could only see a part of Angel's spiritual thread, but Evan didn't move at all, and there was no hair around him.

He was a little anxious: "Are you scared? Really, it doesn't matter if you lose."

The secretary said to Arthur Lan: "It doesn't matter if you lose, the major general remembers to go back and take him to the hospital, don't get hurt."

Arthur Lan said lightly: "Well, I know."

The army females were as still as a mountain, and as quiet as chickens, they all cast caring glances.

Angor quickly found the second source of pollution, crushing it.

The female of the Wild Bee Desert cheered, patted her chest, and gestured strangely at Evanbi.

When Angor was looking for the third pollutant, he glanced to the left.

Silly?

Weak, useless piece of shit, wasting his time for nothing.

The rain-like thread of spiritual power quietly enveloped Evan, and quietly approached the back of his head, while the other part of the thread methodically searched for the source of the pollutants.

Evan suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Angel.

Before Angor's mental power grabbed the third source of pollutants and got into the back of Evan's head at the same time.

The three glass tubes in front of Evan let out screams at the same time, and the black blood of pollutants sprayed out, causing instant death.

Angel's mental strength froze when he jumped at Evan.

The silk thread approaching the back of the head was suddenly caught and snapped violently, as if stabbing Angel's soul with a knife.

Angor's face turned pale instantly, and he almost couldn't stand still. He looked at Evan in surprise, a few pale golden silk threads floated faintly, and he seemed to smell a soft and tranquil smell.

Angel's face was as white as a shroud, and he trembled uncontrollably.

Crown... under the crown...

Only in the depths of the underground palace, the smell can be smelled occasionally.

The current eye of the storm.

The secretary was stunned.

Carlos snorted.

The scene was quiet for a moment, and suddenly there was a uniform applause.

No, why did they die suddenly, did they explode together?

I can't see the battle at all, but I feel so strong for no reason. Did the old pimple soup on the opposite side just kill two of them.

Fuck!Do you want to be such a joke.

The ones on the opposite side are sweating profusely, and the little male worms on our side are not blushing, it feels like they are bullying the worms.

Carlos was ahhh in his heart, his face was calm, and he chirped vigorously.

When the secretary came up to finish, Angel's delicate face was stunned, he stared blankly at Evan, his Adam's apple kept rolling, as if he was saying two words.

The result is of course beyond doubt.

But the female in the Wild Bee Desert didn't believe it at all, pointing to Evan and questioning: "How is it possible for him, that glass pillar must have been tampered with, and we refuse to accept it."

"It is impossible for us to lose, despicable imperial people, dare to humiliate Your Majesty."

"Despicable imperial man."

"We don't accept it. This is a naked shady scene."

The army in the first district immediately became lively.

"Why don't you accept it? According to what you say, it's better to judge you to win."

"Friendship comes first, competition comes second. The criticism must be criticized. We won too quickly, and the exchange team didn't see it clearly. It's understandable."

"Shadow you—"

The political commissar silenced the indecent voice of the military female next to him.

The secretary was very calm and asked Angel: "Mr. Special Envoy, do you have any objections?"

"No."

Angel's face was extremely ugly. As soon as he spoke, the communication group below immediately shut up, everyone was puzzled and couldn't believe it.

When there is a lot of noise around.

Evan walked through the glass pillar and walked to Angel.

A corner of the black robe was raised, bringing a breeze when it paused.

Angel moved his lips and looked up into those tea-green eyes. He wanted to salute, but his movements were too stiff, so he said with difficulty: "Crown...down."

Evan said: "I don't know you, but your spiritual power has traces of meditation."

Angor's face was pale, and he lowered his head to explain: "I am a gray-robed ascetic monk, and I am not qualified to be in front of you."

In the depths of the underground palace, he has always just passed by, not daring to stop.

Evan frowned: "Did you run out privately?"

Angor was trembling and sweating, he didn't dare to answer this question, but after a while, he cautiously said: "Then, why did you leave the underground palace?"

Evan choked, not expecting to be asked back, he lowered his eyes: "I don't need to explain to you."

Angel was very respectful: "Yes."

He only hoped that Evan would not tell Priest Yao that he escaped from the underground palace, and what he did afterwards would be known by the priest...

"But you left, PA..."

"It's still sleeping."

Evan interrupted.

Their conversation was short and hasty, and Evan still had time to talk to Angor, but not now.

"Your Majesty...then I..."

"I'll find you again."

After Evan finished speaking, he saw the secretary approaching, and he asked Angel: "Special envoy, are you okay?"

The line of sight has noticed this side.

Angel didn't want to show a trace of panic, he tried his best to maintain his demeanor, and he didn't want to be disgusted by the crown.

"I will keep my promise."

Angel raised his chin slightly, glanced at Evan briefly, and left the stage silently with his head bowed.

The simple and rude competition ended in a simple and rude way.

The military females also have their own affairs, and they can't stay longer after fighting the wild bee desert. The main reason is that they don't know any nice words, so they can praise the little males.

Evan received a flower from a military female. The officers left and the males had some time left. They were happy and surrounded Evan talking about their mentality just now.

"I thought I was going to lose, my God."

"Yes, I thought so too."

"Hahaha, I finally let out a sigh of relief for me, you said they were crazy."

"Ren, don't speak foul words."

Evan glanced in the direction of the curtain, but didn't see Arthur.

The secretary's wrist shook, and he waved his hand: "Okay, let's go, let's talk about it another day, General Andrew sent a message, and I'm going to take Evan to see him now."

Don't wait for the bug, use the emergency signal.

Secretary Lancer didn't dare to stay, and immediately took Evan to the backstage in a hurry. There was an office inside, and the old general was watching the stage through video.

When he reached the door, the secretary knocked on the door, then blinked at Evan, and left.

Evan put his hand on the door, hesitant for some reason.

Slowly, he pushed the door open.

Standing in front of the window was a worm in a gray-white hood and robe. He turned his head when he heard the sound.

The hood concealed it, and Evan could only see his delicate chin.

But he was very familiar with this male.

"Master Yao."

Commander Andrew's face was ashen, silently staring at the posters spread out on the table.

Brand-new digital serial number, the male on the poster has black hair like ink, a high nose and thin lips, a pair of shimmering peach blossom eyes, and a smile.

That was Lu Shaoshu, his predecessor.

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Two hours later, Arthur Lan finally settled the emergency. Hearing that Secretary Lancer said that Evan had returned to the headquarters, he drove there.

Although he was very disgusted with it on the way, he went to the flower shop to pick out a bouquet of moonlight, the most conspicuous fiery red one.

Asselan made a video call to determine the location of the male insect.

In the dark corridor, Evan turned his back to Aselan, light streamed from his shoulders, and his black hair and side face seemed to be illuminated by a layer of light.

There was a distance between him and Atherland.

Pat, clack, footsteps fell behind Evan.

The slender shadow of the female is elongated.

"What are you doing here, Lancer told me, you won."

Arthur Coughed, and handed out the flowers in his hand: "What are you doing in a daze, take it."

Evan shook his head.

Arthur Lan couldn't keep his serious face, and there was no one, he explained: "Angry? I have a task just now."

Evan lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes left a faint shadow under his eyes: "No, it doesn't matter."

Asselan thought Evan was weird, maybe he didn't like flowers?

That's right, as I said a long time ago, flowers are simply Thrall's stupid taste.

Evan's gaze lightly swept over the female's short silver-gray hair and landed on his cheek. He found that the female's eyelashes were dark gray, like ice in the dark or blackened snow.

It's not a good analogy, but Evan just wanted to divert attention, and he made up some nouns, and then stretched to where he needed to think.

Off-white, it is also like the color of the walls of the underground palace.

Like the gray belly of a corner spider.

like his bed.

Like an open book.

Like the backdrop of many coronal photographs on the wall.

Like graves on an isolated island.

Like the grey-white source of pollution behind that door.

Just not the color itself.

Evan said calmly: "Major General, please don't worry about the appeal period."

Asselan didn't understand why Evan said this, but since he mentioned it, he said it cheekily.

Confessions like this are not easy for males to speak up.

The silver-haired, purple-eyed female has eyes like cold stars, and her voice is low and light: "Don't worry about the meaning of the appeal period. Do you want to perform a de facto marriage with me?"

Evan's eyes were hidden in the shadows, and when he raised his eyes, broken light sprinkled into them, and it was terribly cold: "No."

Arthur was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

Evan's lips moved, his tone slowed down, and he continued: "Don't worry about the appeal period, it means that I will leave here, and General Andrew will resolve your marriage appeal."

Asselan felt that he couldn't understand: "No, you are leaving? Where are you going? When will you come back?"

"It's none of your business, Major General."

The extremely indifferent expression of the male insect was completely different from the past. Aslan sneered angrily, and grabbed Evan's collar: "It has nothing to do with me, you mean, you plan to pat your ass and leave?"

"Technically, yes," Evan said.

Asselan almost cursed: "In the past few days, what about holding hands, kissing, and sucking? What is it? Do you think we have nothing? You can leave whenever you want?"

"No, that's just your imagination, Major General."

Evan restrained himself from thinking about what he just said, but thought about other words over and over again.

No matter what, as long as it can save him from the suspended state, he let him ignore the smells, sounds, and colors in the corridor, and crush everything into unimportant pieces.

Let him regain his sanity and balance, so that he can make a decision without hesitation, and he will not let the words that should be said stay between his lips and teeth for a moment.

There is no place to hesitate, no reluctance or nostalgia, even the word itself is superfluous.

Evan doesn't need that, he just wants to look beyond the island, have a few one night stands, and get into quick and easy carnality.

Find those lively, hot, cheap intimacy relationships that serve as memories.

Is he wrong?

No, Evan was always right, he always knew how to do the best, he would do everything he could, regardless of other factors.

This program has no burden and will be very happy.

He knows, he knows better than anyone.

Evan looks inside himself.

Try to ignore the discomfort or confusion in your heart as much as possible.

dislike.

Never been moved.

See, that's the best answer, and the mind and the rest of the body absolutely support it, and can even cheer for a rational decision, so Evan looked at the terminal and said, "Major General, I should go."

Asselan let go and sneered.

"Walk?"

Evan replied: "Yes."

He was holding a suitcase, standing in the shadow against the light, his black hair was like a crow, and he was integrated with the darkness.

"I think I shouldn't have caused you any misunderstanding."

Atherland watched him silently.

Evan flapped his sleeves and looked back calmly.

On a midsummer night, the kiss was as light as a feather and as sweet as honey.

The experience of kissing has actually been crossed off the list, Evan thought, he may never have such a good kissing experience again.

He will also like the smell of menel flowers and wine in the future.

But the female was not moved by Evan's cold and rational performance. He seemed to be even more angry, with his hands clenched into fists and his lips pursed into a line.

Evan moved his lips, wanting to say sorry, or something else, just to make Arthur look better.

He actually did something wrong, didn't he?Whether it's the nesting period, or some other behavior.

So Evan's indifferent expression relaxed a bit, he wanted to apologize to Aselan, and promised some compensation that he could promise.

And he will comfort each other.

After disappearing, it may be forgotten within a few months.

Atherland hastily lit a cigarette.

At this time, he looked calmer, his lavender eyes were deep and cold, aggressive.

But it's so ridiculous, after the male insect broke the relationship, he couldn't find a suitable picture in his mind to refute.

Whether it's holding hands, looking at each other, kissing, or nesting, without the shell of mutual affection, it seems that there is really no shadow of liking or love.

Arthur Lan's voice lowered a little, and his anger was almost condensed: "I don't know what you are thinking, can you just pretend you don't know anything when you are young? Tell me, in the past ten days or so, Don't you really feel anything?"

"No." Evan's lips and tongue were a little stiff, but he always controlled it very well.

Arthur Lang paused, then suddenly leaned forward, the bouquet fell, and he pressed his fist against the ear of the male insect: "No?"

Evan pushed Assellan away with a calm tone: "Major General, I have never thought about a serious relationship or marriage. I just want to find a random female for a one-night stand. Anyone can."

Evan never lied to anyone, he was always honest with himself.

Aslan's brows and eyes darkened slightly, and he took a step closer.

Evan took a step back following the pace of the female insect, and stopped suddenly. He knew that he shouldn't retreat.

Asselan took off his white gloves, and his eyes were unprecedentedly indifferent, as if he saw something unbearable and disgusting.

Anger lingered in his chest and turned into a sharp knife between his lips and tongue. He sneered coldly: "Have you got reproductive cancer? You just want to find bugs to do this kind of thing. Now is the era of recovery. No one will surround a The male worm turns."

Evan was silent.

In fact, Arthur didn't need to say so much, Evan needed to be quiet, his fingers turned white, but there was no regret or uncomfortable expression on his face.

Aslan straightened his military cap and passed him without hesitation, Evan suddenly grabbed Aslan's cuff.

"Major General."

Arthur Lang stopped and looked sideways.

Evan let go of his hand, his tea-green eyes were as clear as a lake, but there was an incomprehensible layer of mist, he raised the corner of his mouth, and said in a calm and normal tone, "I'm sorry, I lied to you."

Atheran broke free from the cuff mockingly.

Evan stood there for a while, but the decision he made was actually wrong.

Staying peacefully in the underground palace all the time, accepting arrangements, dying of old age, and becoming a poster of freedom is actually not bad.

After Atherland left.

There were regular footsteps in the corridor.

A priest wearing a gray hooded robe and a group of ascetic monks in gray robes walked behind His Majesty.

The priest took off his hood, revealing a cold and dusty face.

Evan looked at him, the suitcase fell to the ground and was picked up by other ascetic monks.

"Master Yao."

Yao was silent, and rubbed Evan's hair after a while, like questioning, but also caring: "Take off the wings, how dare you take such a risk, do you know what you are doing?

"In 19 years, didn't I teach you how to write the word responsibility?"

"Supplied by the empire with all its financial resources, just because of self-interest, can it be abandoned?"

"Selfish, capricious."

"Do you know what will happen to the underground palace if you have an accident outside?"

Evan clenched his fists in his cuffs: "I know."

On the first day of the weather, Yao wanted to kill insects, but now he is very Buddhist. He ordered the monks to deal with Angel, who fled and didn't know how to hide his name.

In the end, Yao put on the hood, raised his chin slightly, and said with a voice like ice, "That silver-haired female just now, do you like it?"

"no, I do not like it."

Yao said lightly: "If that's the case, then I won't take it back."

Evan took one last look at the golden sunlight outside the window.

Such a place is what most insects like.

The arc of the corner of the mouth disappeared, and Evan put on the hood.

The author has something to say: Strictly speaking, I am a millionaire.