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

"Meeting ceremony?"

Evan pauses.

Sog knew that ascetic monks were not heavy on desires, most of them were very rigid and serious, and because of their long-term isolation from the world, they were not good at communicating.

He omits irrelevant repetition and goes straight to why.

"To reach the isolated island, you have to go through the Nightmare Bird Forest Station. The commander there escorted me to the border and asked me to bring you this gift."

"I think he just wanted to pay his respects," Sorg said.

"unnecessary."

Wearing a black robe, Mian Xia turned around, her eyes were as cold as ice, her expression was indifferent, she didn't look at him more, and then left straight away.

He pushed open another door, and there was a corridor outside. The wind and rain poured in from the open door, wet the floor, and that handsome, slender figure, calm and composed, quickly disappeared from Sog's sight.

Yao waved his hand, ordered the attendant to close the door, and took the small wooden box.

Soge touched his nose, a little embarrassed: "Lord Yao, Your Majesty looks very serious."

There was a smile on the corner of Yao's mouth, not sincere, but rather indifferent: "He is already 24 years old, you still want to treat him like a worm cub, do you think he will be as happy as a child when he receives a gift?"

Soge couldn't help showing a wry smile: "This is really wronging me, the commander really asked me to bring this thing."

Yao ignored the topic, and the attendant handed him hot tea. He took a sip and asked, "Your Majesty really asked the ministers for their advice?"

Always smelling a cold fragrance, Soge was a little distracted, the last time he and Yao met was five years ago.

"Uh, no, His Majesty didn't want to discuss it at all."

"I see."

Sog can only go to the isolated island when conveying His Majesty's will or on a routine visit.

He wanted to stay with Yao for a while, but Priest Yao didn't pay attention to his thoughts, his beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly.

Thinking of the picture he saw just now, Soge couldn't help but look ugly: "You are with those things every day?"

Yao calmly said, "It is His Majesty who has been with them all this time. Last night he knew you were coming, so he specially brought them out from behind the door."

Soge couldn't sit still: "Aren't you going to stop it?"

Yao looked at him strangely, and Bingshan had genuine doubts on his face: "Why do you want to stop them, they are lined up, as obedient as puppies."

Because it was a pollutant and not a real puppy, Sog opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. After leaving the isolated island, he needed to talk directly to His Majesty Hedwell.

Sog couldn't stay here for long, he might be in danger of infection or illness, and he felt uncomfortable thinking that there was a source of pollution behind that door that could destroy the entire city.

Yao didn't have much to talk about, he closed his eyes and sat there to meditate.

Soge peeked while drinking tea, but after a while, an attendant came over and sat next to Yao, blocking Soge's sight.

Sogejet, yes yes yes, unite with your isolated islands.

When who likes to watch?

But Sog can't be angry with these ascetic monks. They have no military rank or position, but if they can leave the underground palace when they are old, the empire will also arrange good benefits.

However, the approval procedures for leaving the isolated island are very long and complicated. Ascetic monks' lifelong emotional sustenance is here, and very few can leave.

This is all impossible.

Soge folded his arms and stared blankly. After the rain stopped, Yao sent him away from the isolated island.

Before boarding the boat, Sog couldn't help but said: "Why do you condone Your Majesty's nonsense? You know, His Majesty would never agree."

Priest Yao folded his robe sleeves: "I know His Majesty's character, but His Majesty knows the isolated island best. No Zerg knows better what those pollutants are thinking, and no Zerg knows better about the danger of pollutants." .”

Soge couldn't help frowning: "So you also support His Majesty Sissel's decision."

Yao smiled faintly: "Of course, he is the majesty of the underground palace, we trust him unconditionally."

Soge said disappointedly: "Okay, but you know, what happened just now can't explain anything, everything must be based on the wishes of His Majesty the Emperor."

He lifted his feet onto the boat, jumped off again, and walked up to Yao, blushing a little: "May I give you a hug."

Yao looked at him for a while, then slowly opened his arms.

Sog gently hugged the thin priest, let go, with an indescribable sense of disappointment on his face, his bright eyes hesitated to speak, then turned around and jumped onto the deck, and quickly hid in the cabin.

Yaomu sent the boat away, and sighed softly.

Back in the palace above ground, His Majesty was sitting on the porch reading a book, which seemed to be the diary he often read.

Yao walked to his side and sat down: "Ciselle, what are you trying to do?"

Evan said: "As you can see, I want two civilizations to live in harmony."

"You know, it's impossible."

"Nothing is impossible, my lord priest," Evan said flatly.

Yao looked deeply at Evan, trying to see something from inside.

But those tea-green eyes were clear to the bottom, without the slightest haze, and seemed to believe that he could do it.

Yao unconsciously frowned, but he didn't ask, and there would be no result. He looked at the giant leaf maple outside the eaves of the corridor, and the fat cat and cat insects were sitting motionless on the tree, pretending to be a tree trunk.

Yao took out the small box from his sleeve and put it in front of Evan.

Evan's serious expression cracked, and he turned his face away, but his expression was not well controlled, and it seemed that this action was very immature and full of avoidance.

Yao said, "You don't want it? Then I throw it away."

"Throw it."

Evan opened the diary, unmoved.

After finishing speaking, the small box flew out of Priest Yao's hand and hit the tree trunk, scaring the cat, cat, and insect lying on the tree to meow.

Evan didn't raise his head, and waited until Priest Yao had left before he slowly turned a page. The diary was densely filled with his own comments, as well as the words of his predecessor.

This is already very late content.

The record under the crown has become very short, and the switching between languages ​​has become more frequent, and even the basic word order is lost, but the Zerg who have read all his hands will gradually adapt to this expression.

The diary is full of whimsical ideas, and some unintelligible complaints.

Like something [Unfortunately, if only I had behaved naively in front of the PA back then, hey—oh, forget it, just thinking about it makes me sick]

[A race that can't lie, but is very good at sophistry]

[But it can't beat me]

[Zergs parasitized by pollutants will mutate, so there will also be Zergs that are polluted but not mutated. If there are, is he a Zerg or a pollutant?curious]

[Today is another day when I was disgusted by that thing]

Evan reminded himself that he still had a lot to do, but no matter how he controlled his gaze, he could not help but drift away.

He had a lot of plans, but at this moment, a lot of things that had nothing to do with the plan flooded into his mind, causing him to start thinking wildly, switching back and forth between disgusting eyeballs and golden flowers.

His rationality slowly wavered step by step.

Evan thought.

In case the major general risked his life to send it in, what about the information about the PA?

Or some dangerous substance that would threaten the entire underground palace?

There's nothing weird about it if you go and have a look.

After all, it is for the sake of safety.

And taking a step back, even if it is not a dangerous item, it is very inappropriate to throw things around at will.

Thinking about it, Evan convinced himself, he stood up calmly, walked down the eaves, estimated the location and walked towards the woods.

The small box was very conspicuous on the grass, and it didn't take much effort for Evan to see it. He raised the corner of his mouth, then quickly lowered it, pretending to be nothing, looked around, and there were no ascetics around.

Evan bent down to pick it up, opened it and took a look.

Inside was a small bottle filled with a pale golden thick liquid. When the cork was opened, a sweet smell gushed out.

Manai Nectar.

There was a note on the back of the bottle, but Evan couldn't read New Worm.

He couldn't pick the box away, and Evan stared at the bottle sullenly for a while, trying to let go, but the actual action was not at all crisp.

Evan hesitated for a while, then looked up and looked around, and finally slowly dipped some honey with his thumb and put it in his mouth.

After sucking my finger, the taste doesn't seem to be as sweet as honey, it smells delicious, but the taste is very light, it's more like... more like toothpaste.

Evan froze for a moment, plugged the lid, and put the box back in place.

The cat, cat, and insect lay on his feet and meowed. Evan stretched out his hand and scratched its chin, picked him up, and walked back slowly.

In the depths of the giant maple forest, Priest Yao folded his arms and smiled softly as he watched Mianxia return to the eaves.

The attendant asked: "My lord, do you want to send that thing to the retreat room?"

Yao shook his head: "Let monk Sansao put it away."

The attendant paused: "Why doesn't Your Majesty accept it?"

Yao glanced at him: "Why, of course it's because I'm afraid that I will bring the Zerg who delivered the things to the isolated island."

The attendant was deeply impressed, and then whispered: "This is indeed in line with your style."

Yao was not at all embarrassed, he withdrew his gaze, looked up at the sky with a solemn expression.

I always feel that there must be a big change, but standing under the crown of the center of the storm, I hide a lot of my thoughts, and don't tell any Zerg, even Yao can't do it.

What exactly is Sissel trying to do?

At night, Evan held his wings, opened the door of the retreat room, and walked all the way down the abyss.

By twilight.

From the black eyeball lake, a huge sarcoid tentacle lazily drilled out: "Ciselle, is there any good news?"

Evan looked up at the tentacles: "People from the royal family are here today, and I can start my plan for the peaceful coexistence of the two races."

PA shook off the freshman's eyeballs, turned around Evan, and sighed: "If Lu Shaoshu was half as smart as you, the war would have ended long ago."

There was a trace of anger on Evan's face: "You are not allowed to insult your predecessor."

PA laughed hoarsely: "Okay, Sissel, now according to the agreement, I will hand over my origin blood to you, and in exchange, you have to give me my wings."

Evan's face was young and stern, but his eyes were very clear, almost naive: "There is no rush, we can make this deal again when the royal Zerg comes back."

PA bent down, facing Evan with a distorted face: "I am deeply impressed by your frankness and kindness, Your Majesty Sissel, I believe this is the beginning of win-win cooperation between the two races, and you are the witness of history."

Evan responded lightly, his long eyelashes drooping slightly.

·

On the other side, Sog, who finished the video call with His Majesty Hedwell, put down the terminal, feeling tired.

It happened that the commander of the Nightmare Bird passed by the door. He jumped off the sofa and waved his hand to say hello: "Your Excellency Commander, I happen to have something to discuss with you."

Although he is a major general, the resident commander has a special status and is at the same level as Sog, so Sog's tone is very polite.

The military boots paused, and turned around slowly.

Silver hair and purple eyes, face as cold as ice.

Soge said: "His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty will meet here, and the security work will be entrusted to you."