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

Crescent crescent.

The male's eyes are also curved, those apricot-like eyes are round and bright, covered with fog, blinking dreamily.

Arthur Lan was so cold and serious.

He looked away calmly, but his ears slowly warmed up.

But he held his hat in silence for a while, and quickly figured it out, there is nothing worth hiding, what's the point of covering up?

Junni was always the happiest, and he felt so too, so Atherland said it again.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

The silver-haired and purple-eyed officer's eyelashes drooped, and he observed from the corner of his eye. His upper body in military uniform was straight and upright, and his palms were silently clenched.

But the male looked at the fine grass at his feet, shook his head and said.

"That won't work."

"why?"

Atherland scowled.

The male worm raised his eyes to look at him, the two of them looked away, their cheeks blushing, and they both quickly turned their faces away.

A faint fragrance floats in the flowerbed.

Atherland smelled peaches.

Peaches with thin skins and small cores ripen in summer and fall heavily on the branches.

Arthur Lan's heart was also heavy. He put down his military cap and touched the missing cuff with his left hand. A button was missing there, and he didn't know where it fell.

He sighed softly, fumbled in his pocket, took out a cigarette, but did not light it, and fiddled with the lighter in his hand.

Click click.

A ray of fire lighted up, illuminated the darkness, and then went out again.

Arthur Lan squeezed the cigarette butt: "Five years ago, when you left, you said, I'm sorry for lying to me, what does that mean?"

There must always be someone who is willing to speak and speak clearly.

There is a distance between the two Zerg, and they are very close to each other, but part of the boundary is still preserved.

Evan looked at Assellan, blinked, the tea-green ancient well was silent, and slowly smiled: "Major General, don't you like sunshine? The underground palace is very stuffy, and you will die of boredom."

Asselan paused, thinking of what he had said.

Evan continued: "Also, my real name is Sissel, Evan is not my name, my name is Sissel."

Asselan clenched the cigarette in his hand, and exhaled lightly: "Ciselle, this name sounds better than Evan."

Evan retorted softly in his heart, and Evan was also very nice.

Atherland said suddenly: "Then do you like your mistress?"

Evan never lied before leaving the underground palace, the only lie was like a flame burning his heart.

The docile and silent shadow of the female appeared in his mind, and Evan didn't answer directly. He considered it for a while: "Huili is the breeder selected by Priest Yao, and if he breeds with him, there is a high probability of giving birth to eggs with high spiritual power. , to become the next Crown Prince."

The selection process under the Crown went through several stages of change.

In the beginning, the first and second generations were coerced into the underground palace, and the subsequent males were selected from among the nobles and the descendants of the Zerg with high spiritual power.

The ascetics of the isolated island can also breed with willing females and produce offspring, and sometimes the eye of the storm is born from them.

Up to now, it is generally the previous generation who married the breeder, so the possibility of giving birth to high-quality offspring is very high.

Evan didn't know his parents, maybe nobles, maybe ascetics, but he was sure he had several male brothers.

They stayed together until about four years old, but Evan was the best of the cubs, so he was the one who stayed.

As for the other little males, they will be sent away from the island and become ordinary citizens.

Evan won't hear from them.

The isolated island and the empire also forbid them to contact, but when he was just an adult, Priest Yao once gave him a stone without explaining the origin.

The original engraved writing on it was worn away, but Evan felt kind, so he put the stone into a suitcase and took it away from the underground palace together.

While returning to the Eye of the Storm, he threw the stone into the sea.

The waves will take it somewhere else.

Evan felt that Major General Atherland had the same nature as that stone, and he cherished it very much.

The night was as cool as water, Aslan counted the flowers, his complexion had become very pale, he lit a cigarette, wisps of smoke enveloped his eyebrows and eyes.

He quickly calmed down and dusted off the cigarette ash: "You should go back, right?"

Evan froze for a moment, but he didn't expect the major general to say that. He lowered his head, stood up, and apologized very well: "Sorry for disturbing you for so long."

Arthur Lan looked at him, smiled and exhaled smoke, the end of his eyes were a little red: "Well, let's go."

Evan was standing there, trying to raise the corner of his mouth, but failed, Na Na's silent look seemed a bit ridiculous.

"Goodbye, Major General."

He said goodbye briefly, straightened his robes, wiped off the grass clippings on his clothes, turned around calmly and picked the flowers, and looked ahead.

There was no Zerg on the path outside the Mai Nai flower bushes, so Evan walked back with confidence.

The moonlight cast long shadows, and Evan looked at the wall.

Shadow drooped his head, looked downcast, and was not energetic at all. He tilted his head, and Shadow tilted his head slowly.

After a while, a taller shadow came over, the silhouette of the military uniform was upright and sharp.

When Evan turned his head, Major General Atherland was standing outside the flowerbed, not far from him, with his pockets in his pockets, lazily, the shadow of the brim of his hat covering his eyes, and a small red dot flickered on and off.

He came over, pinched the cigarette butt with his fingers, and extinguished it.

The silver-haired officer stretched out one hand, the other still in his pocket: "As Evan's last night, come?"

Evan should have said, "No need, Major General."

Now is not the past, he is one centimeter taller than before, thinner than before, with no flesh on his cheeks, and his whole body looks quite majestic, as if he is a qualified empress.

A glance swept over, not angry and arrogant.

When not talking, it can also give other Zerg a sense of indifference and inaccessibility.

If Arthuran had never been with him before, then when he saw him for the first time, he would feel respect and reverence in his heart.

But everything was so unfortunate that he happened to see Evan in his most ordinary form.

No halo, no identity, those indifferences that reject people thousands of miles away, and the arrogance that is full of distance, are all completely destroyed in the sound of chirping.

And suck it.

Atherland smiled, and he saw that pair of tea-green eyes seemed to be lit by something.

Like the sparks splashed by rubbing flint in the dark night, or the torch that suddenly lights up in the wasteland.

The male's hands and feet were stiff, and he stood there helplessly.

Arthur waited patiently.

With a sullen face, Evan slowly raised his hand, and his soft palm fell on Arthur's palm.

Asselan held Evan's hand and held him. The cool summer night wind blows away his hair and frowning eyebrows.

They walked faster and faster, like a trot, from the garden path to the front door.

When he was about to see the guard, Arthur turned around and held Evan's cheek, and looked left and right, like looking at a potato.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, covered Evan's face, and brushed his warm fingers over his cheeks, revealing only his round and bright eyes.

"Major General, where are we going?"

"Follow."

Arthur Lan led him, and said casually as he walked: "Tomorrow I will cancel the marriage. I am the commander. It is easy, but now, I am legal with you."

"Reasonable and legal."

"Correct."

The soldiers on guard were very familiar with their commander, and stood at attention to salute. The commander simply responded and pulled a Zerg in a robe out.

Looking back, Evan saw that the white building was brightly lit, as if he could still hear the piano sound at the dinner party. Responsibility was a mountain in his heart. He withdrew his gaze, silently clasped Arthur's hand, and followed.

Walking through the square, five years later, the neighborhood here is already very lively.

Street lights illuminated the road, Arthur found his hover car, and waved to Evan.

He opened the car, looked for it on the seat, and handed Evan a hoodie: "Put it on, and I'll take you out, so no one will recognize you."

Evan looked around and began to unbutton his robe with a sullen face.

Arthur Lan put it in his pocket, and when Evan changed his clothes, he took off his coat leisurely, threw it into the suspension car, and closed the door.

The cuffs of the light-colored shirt were rolled up, revealing his slender and strong forearms. Evan rolled up his sleeves and put on the hood.

"Where are you going now?"

Arthur Lan reached out and pinched his face: "Just follow me."

With a blank expression on his face, Evan pushed Aslan's hand away. Aslan laughed, grabbed Evan's hand, and said as he walked, "Is there anything you want to eat?"

Evan shakes his head, reminding him of the sugar bean bun incident that happened last time: "I can't just eat anything."

Having said that, Aslan thought of the frequent nesting period before, and asked with a frown, "Is your mental strength still unstable?"

"There is just some instability and it will not affect health and safety."

Outside the square, two blocks around, is the pedestrian commercial street, where the signboards and curtains have strict color and system regulations.

Generally speaking, they are 25 cm in size, with a white base card and a black back. There are no strict requirements for writing and decoration.

Asselan and him were holding hands. There were many people on the street, and there were also many military females. The Zerg came and went talking and laughing, eating and drinking. The whole street was full of chatting, laughing and the smell of food.

The most famous feature of Nightmare Bird Forest is that different insects live together. For the Zerg who likes a uniform color, these alien creatures are too fancy.

Although crocodiles all have a piece of crocodile skin, they love beauty and cuteness, and like to apply various spices and wear flowers.

The hive people and the little flying monsters are very small. Evan once saw their houses, like a giant egg hanging from a tree.

One egg is about the size of a Zerg town, Atherland said.

Some Zerg do as the Romans do, buying some weird plastic hairpins and wearing earrings.

It can't be said that it is not beautiful, after all, it is covered with flowers from head to toe, colorful and fragrant.

Passing by a stand selling cotton candy, the crocodile boss is making cotton candy, and his son is a little crocodile, sitting in a big paper bowl to collect money.

He saw Evan and Arthur Lan, holding their little paws, their black bean eyes sparkling: "Dear guests, the crocodile's marshmallows are the best. Do you want some? Buy some for your female queen, he must Will love it."

Evan didn't intend to buy it, but Aslan coughed, so he had to stop and grabbed a handful of marshmallows from the booth. Each piece was about the size of half an egg, soft and filled with candy hearts.

The little crocodile flicked its tail to encourage: "Dear guest, quickly feed your female queen one, this is the exclusive secret recipe of the crocodile."

There was no expression on Evan's face, he squeezed a marshmallow, and the tips of his ears were red.

He stuffed the marshmallow into Arthur's mouth, and the female chewed it, her expression paused.

Evan wondered: "Major General, is it delicious?"

Arthur Lan showed a surprised look: "It's delicious, try it."

Evan shook his head, persuading him to stick with his 73-year-old worm.

"Major General, I can't eat whatever I want."

Arthur Lan's mouth was full of cotton candy, and he held two in his hand: "Fruit flavored, not meat, if you don't believe me, smell it."

Evan sniffed it hesitantly, and it smelled like peaches. He looked at Aselan who was eating with raised eyebrows, slowly opened his mouth, and took a bite of the round cotton candy.

An indescribable taste swept across the tip of his tongue, Evan's face was expressionless, his face suddenly became tense, and tears burst out instantly, swirling in his eyes.

The smell of crocodile honey.

360-degree penetration into the taste buds, straight to the soul, without any dead ends.

Seeing Evan's change, Asselan couldn't help laughing.

Then he couldn't hold back anymore, his expression changed from extreme enjoyment to extreme collapse, grabbing his collar, squatting in front of the booth unable to get up.

The little crocodile danced its little paws, stepped on its feet and looked at the guests who were eating and lying down, boasting proudly.

"Isn't it delicious? Crocodile marshmallows are the best. No one knows marshmallows better than crocodiles."

Evan held back his tears, swallowed the marshmallow, knelt down, and looked at Asselan with his head tilted, and Asselan looked at him too, and the two of them smiled at the same time.

Because it is so close, the light is very dim.

Arthur Lan suddenly said: "Hey, is the toothpaste I gave you useful?"

Evan replied in a low voice: "It's very useful."

"That's good."

Aslan lowered his eyelashes, leaned closer, and kissed his soft lips, the words disappeared between his lips and teeth.

Lips touched and parted for a moment.

He said to Evan, "Look, there's also the smell of honey."