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

why not.

He remembered that if he didn't come back, the male would sit at the dining table or on the sofa and read a book.

have they gone?

Arthur ran up the stairs.

The lights in the corridor were not turned on, only the cool moonlight came in through the windows, the bedroom door was opened, the bed was cleaned, but there was no trace of living there.

The bag in his hand fell to the ground.

Arthur Lan dialed the terminal, but he didn't answer. It showed that the other party had no network access and could not be called.

After sitting at the dining table for a while, Arthur made a video call to General Andrew, and it took a long time before the communication was connected.

The picture was a bit dark. After a while, it seemed that the wall lamp was turned on. General Andrew appeared on the other side with a cigarette in his mouth. His smoky blue eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He seemed to be very tired, and he kept rubbing his temples.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

Generally speaking, Arthur Lan would not easily call Andrew.

General Andrew seemed to have suffered a major blow, Arthur Lang paused: "General."

General Andrew nodded lightly. The background of the video was still in the office. In the middle of the night, he was the only one in the whole building except the soldiers on duty.

General Andrew assigned the apartment, but he preferred the Army Department.

It's just that he looked very bad, Arthur suppressed the emotions in his heart, and didn't ask what he wanted to ask.

It's just that Atherland looks almost the same as Andrew. He drank too much wine, his eyes are red, and his military uniform shirts are messy, with stains from the contaminated area on them.

Andrew glanced at Assellan, and understood what he was calling the terminal to ask at night, so he put the terminal on the table casually, and aimed the video at himself.

The military headquarters is built on a high hill, which is slightly higher in this nightmare bird forest.

Looking through the window, outside the window are the lights of the town and the endless dark forest.

Arthur stood up and opened the window.

Outside is the Mui Nai flower field that has faded under the moonlight. The cool wind blows in, the cheeks are flushed, the lips are dry, and there may be tears in the eyes, which are also blown away.

Andrew twirled the ring on his hand.

He is not used to confiding, nor does he like to be soft, he has been tough all his life, and has never shown his embarrassment to others.

But many years have passed.

The vicissitudes of life are changing day and night, and the time left for him is getting less and less.

He couldn't leave Lu Shaoshu in a corner like before, thinking that there would be a long time to miss her.

I kept shirking, never thinking about it, and so many years passed without knowing it.

They will never meet again after life and death.

There is only one pictorial.

A pictorial almost 20 years late.

"General."

Atheran found that General Andrew slowly lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and accompanied by his heaving chest, he was choked up in his throat, suppressed hard, and his palms were trembling slightly.

Arthur Lan's face changed slightly, and he was extremely surprised.

But he didn't say a word.

Until the cigarette was finished, General Andrew leaned back on the chair.

He was as majestic and calm as before, but his smoky blue eyes were like overflowing lakes, not so sharp anymore.

"Don't look for it, Evan is home."

That's all he said.

Andrew thought that Assellan would not ask any more questions. He knew that his subordinates had a calm mind and a firm will. After setting a goal, they would definitely stick to it to the end, just like when he was young.

What's more, with the female nature of the army, love is always the last consideration.

Atherland wanted to become a commander, that was his goal, and Andrew didn't think this would change.

So how could he care about a male who left?

But Atherland asked, not so sure: "Go home?"

Andrew nodded mockingly, it couldn't be called home, maybe it was more like a tomb or a battlefield.

He thought the topic stopped, but his subordinate nodded and continued to ask: "General, can you tell me the address? I want to find him."

Andrew laughed, a faint, barely visible smile, or more of a sneer than a smile.

In the smoky blue eyes, there was an emotion that Asselan could not understand, which was buried deep.

"He will not come back, Atheran, in a storm from which no worm survives."

A Selan reacted for a while, and Frost's face suddenly turned pale.

Countless details are pieced together into a complete cause and effect in my mind.

Male worms have superhuman mental strength.

He is illiterate, but he can write and speak obscure ancient insect language.

The first time we met, I was wearing an old robe.

He has never seen a movie, never used toothpaste, and no matter what he does, he is out of tune with this society.

The male worm said in a low voice: "I'm strong, I won't lose."

He said seriously: "Major General, I am Your Majesty."

The answer is not that difficult to guess, Evan will not lie, he confessed his identity at the very beginning, but Arthur never believed it.

Some great sense of absurdity overwhelmed the sourness.

He suddenly felt that the past ten days were not reality at all, but a bizarre dream.

Your Majesty.

Eye of the storm.

A 19 year old.

A male worm that has just gone through secondary development?

how come.

General Andrew looked at Atherland, his eyes were cold and weak, as if he was looking at something through Atherland.

He waited for Aselan's reaction, maybe he would be silent, maybe he would be a little sad, but he would cheer up anyway.

Because Andrew believed that Asselan knew that this was not a big deal, it was just a small episode in life, a legendary experience that he could brag about when he was old.

In the past, all kinds of worm tracks were built, but no matter what.

Aslan would be like him, unswervingly walking on this path.

Feelings cannot stay in the footsteps of a military female, it will always only occupy a small part of the heart.

The empire, the people, the heavy generals on their shoulders.

Responsibility, ideal, the bounden duty of a military female.

Nothing is greater than a relationship that ends without a cause, and doesn't even need to be picked.

General Andrew could have seen almost all of this.

He looked closely at his most satisfactory successor, waiting for an answer.

It's not hard at all to figure this out.

Atherland asked: "General, won't he come back again?"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of General Andrew's mouth, and he stroked the edge of the pictorial with his fingers, not daring to touch that face.

"You know what the eye of the storm means, Atheran."

"The empire won't let him go, and neither will he himself."

"For the survival of the Zerg, generations of Zerg sacrificed, we have lost too much, and the feelings of individual Zerg are insignificant in the entire history of Zerg."

"He won't come back, and you can't go to him."

Andrew paused for a moment: "Asselan, if you want to become a commander, you have more important things to do."

Arthur was silent for a long time, his eyelashes drooping: "I know."

General Andrew said: "It's good to know."

The night wind blew his forehead and hair, making Aslan's lips dry and his voice hoarse. He looked out at the Mai Nai flower field with sharp and bright eyes.

Andrew can't see the slightest bit of depression in him, which makes Andrew very complicated. He can't talk about comfort, let alone praise. He just feels relieved. At the same time, due to his duty, Andrew restrains all unnecessary emotions under the majestic appearance.

He thought the topic was over, but Aslan looked at the night sky, as if he wanted to penetrate the night and reach a certain place.

"General, the Nightmare Bird is the military area closest to the eye of the storm."

"Yes."

"What if one day the mane flowers can bloom from here all the way to that isolated island?"

Andrew was startled.

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The underground palace is a lonely fortress in the sea.

Not far behind is the wet and dark jungle, the waves roar, but the center of the isolated island is very quiet.

There are straight and tall giant-leaf maples planted here.

The gray-white fortress is hidden among the green leaves, the forest is deep and secluded, and the round dome emerges from the verdant trees.

The gray walls are carved with various patterns, layers of vines cover the pillars and the roof, and clusters of milky white flowers hang down, exuding an elegant fragrance.

The palace where the crown rests is located on the highest point of the island.

Yao was making tea on the porch, and Evan was sitting next to him, the atmosphere was very quiet, only the sound of gurgling spring water boiling, and a fat cat meowing.

"My lord, can you help me raise him?"

Mao Maochong pulled her short legs, acting like a baby in fear on Evan's lap.

Yao said coldly, "If it doesn't eat much."

The cat and cat meowed, trying to stay away from the priest who was exuding indifference.

The tea boiled and overflowed.

"It doesn't seem to be doing that."

Evan reminded him aloud, Yao raised his eyes and glanced at him, his face was so cold and indifferent: "I can't be wrong."

The tea set is a gift from Evan to Yao, packed in a suitcase.

But the priest has not left the isolated island for a hundred years. Although he accepts these new things well, his steps are bold and unrestrained, full of mistakes and omissions.

Evan was expressionless and simply kept silent.

The isolated island in summer is different from that in autumn.

Yao put down his teacup, and together with Evan looked at the tall Giant Leaf Maple outside the porch: "Don't you like Huaili?"

Evan denies: "No."

"Then why did you leave?"

Evan didn't answer right away, Yaowei frowned unrecognizably, and his tone was very light, but every word fell heavily on Evan's heart: "You can't be willful anymore, give birth to an heir early."

Evan's eyes moved slightly, without rebuttal, he said in a flat tone: "Master Yao, I need some time."

Yao frowned slightly, and finally sighed softly: "I shouldn't have left Lu Shaoshu's things to you, he taught you badly."

Evan lowered his gaze.

Late at night, he returned to the depths of the underground palace.

After stepping through the wooden door, this is still the familiar meditation room, with pale walls, warm candles, no changes in the tables, chairs and benches, and the bed remains the same as when we left.

The female has been following behind Evan, with his head lowered, his slender and sharp wings docilely folded behind his back.

"Lord."

Evan paused, took down the books on the shelf, and turned back: "Don't call me that, sit down, and go out when the time is up, Priest Yao won't embarrass you."

Huaili couldn't help but glanced at Mianxia, ​​and replied softly: "Yes."

Evan opened the book, as if he had never left here, Huaili sat next to him.

Time clicked.

Huaili's eyelids were sleepy.

I didn't see it, the male insect who was writing his own opinions on a spiritual research book suddenly paused at the tip of his pen.

Cross out a name that was inadvertently written with the tip of the pen.

atherland.

The author has something to say: it will be sweet after that, touch your chin.