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

Huaili held the sealed agreement and clenched his fingers tightly, as if it would be crushed if he exerted force: "My lord priest."

Yao folded his robe sleeves: "You don't need to ask, there has never been an exception to what he wants to do. I can only persuade him, but not change his decision. In fact, it is not necessary."

"You are free, no one will stop you."

The priest's tone was firm, his steps were steady, and there was no hesitation in his tone or expression.

Huai Li moved his lips, he had a lot to ask.

Days and nights in the past five years, every bit of the past, including whether it will have any impact on the future and the family after I leave.

His mind was in a mess, he put down the agreement in a daze, and looked out the window.

The town outside the window is hidden in the green forest, the sun is shining brightly, the plain is endless, beautiful and magnificent.

But looking back, the monks were in a dusty mass, crowded together, standing worriedly at the door, not daring to come in.

Priest Yao was indifferent and dignified, and had no intention of explaining again. Most monks didn't like to say unnecessary words, so Huaili knew that there was no room for change in this matter, and it was already a foregone conclusion.

Dungeon isn't that bad, but it's actually not that bad at all.

Isolated from the world, there is no trace of modern civilization.

Old, stale, and deeper hides the scariest things on this planet.

This is a living grave, and all who enter it will eventually lose their voices, become numb and rotten.

Looking at the same scenery every day, enduring the same suffering day and night.

How could any Zerg be willing to waste their entire lives on that isolated island. Controlling the source of pollution is of great significance, but at the same time it is boring and lacks freedom. How could there be Zerg willing to live such a life?

That would be silly.

Huaili didn't want to be a fool.

When there is no hope, you can persuade yourself to be meek and restrained, but when you are suddenly thrown into the field, no free bird can resist the desire to flap its wings.

He is no longer my hero.

Leaving aside his identity and status, what does he look like?Not tall, not handsome, just an ordinary male with few words.

There is nothing worth yearning for, and what can be more precious than freedom.

Huaili's eyes became brighter and brighter, and as he slowly backed away, the surrounding colors became brighter and brighter at that moment.

He seemed to have withdrawn from that gray and white vicious circle.

At that moment, he picked up his noble self-esteem from the dust and patted it to remove the dust.

Where are the ascetics around them who are saints?They're just a bunch of wretches.

No matter how beautiful the history books are written, no matter how great the praises are, they are essentially just hamsters locked in a cage and stepping on the imperial machine.

The empire raised them in captivity, gave them high status, instilled beliefs and ideals, and required them to be self-restraint, return to ritual, and be loyal to their duties. Their ego has long been lost.

stupid, blind.

They can't even write Xin Chong language, can't use any electrical appliances, and don't understand the meaning of star network, terminal, and modernization.

But now, these are all over.

Holding the thin sheet of paper, Huai Li began to tremble a little, he knew the weight it represented.

He began to have a sliver of understanding, and the corners of his eyes and brows were bluntly stained with joy.

Priest Yao looked away stingily, he slammed the bedroom door, and left His Majesty inside, at the same time, as if shutting down his emotions, he calmly greeted the ascetic and said, "Go to the silver-haired major general, his name is Arthur. Lan Timothy, the local station commander."

The attendants went to find someone, and the priest and other ascetic monks stood guard at the door.

Huai Li didn't dare to stay at the scene, and lost his status as a female monarch. To him, whether it was the underground palace or the ascetic monk, they were just some gray and white symbols.

So before Priest Yao could react, he had already left the room silently with a little guilt.

He ran fast, to freedom.

Yao stared at the back of his leaving, curled the corners of his mouth coldly, the ascetic monks surrounded him, under the hood, a pair of confused and pure eyes, shining like jewels.

One of them approached Yao cautiously, and said in a low voice, "My lord priest, what should I do, Your Majesty?"

Yao stroked his hair: "It will be fine, someone will help Your Majesty."

The monk nodded, patted the shoulders of other monks comfortingly, and said with a sigh of relief: "That's good."

"It's not nice at all outside."

One of the monks was younger, he was about the same age as His Majesty, and he was holding his chin.A trace of worry appeared on the staid and expressionless face: "It's not good at all outside, my lord priest, I want to go back."

Yao looked at the monks around, and found that everyone was a little scared and bored.

He criticized: "Have you forgotten what Your Majesty said? You all have to leave the island."

"From now on, you must learn how to survive in the outside world. After you return to the isolated island, teach other monks. This is an order from the crown."

"But there doesn't seem to be anything special when it comes out."

The little monk grabbed the hem of his clothes and anxiously asked other robes for help, and everyone agreed in unison.

"Yes, there are too many houses, and there are no giant leaf maples and no white walls."

"It's unbelievable that they don't use spiritual power to communicate with each other."

"I don't know how to use those utensils. In the underground palace, a candle can do it."

"Yes, a candle is enough, and the old monk said that if you leave the island, your whole body will fester and die."

Yao calmly said, "I told you before, that's a lie, don't you believe Sissel?"

The little monk shook his head vigorously, and whispered: "Believe it."

Yao tapped his knee lightly with his fingers: "I believe it too, so, no matter the past or the future, everyone should work together."

The little monk scratched his head and sighed maturely.

Yao guarded at the door, not long after, the attendants didn't come back first, but His Majesty the noble and wealthy emperor hurried over.

Walking too hastily, His Majesty the Emperor supported the crown with his finger. Seeing Empress Yao, the old and hair-losing emperor showed a trace of shame on his face, but he still held his identity and walked forward to greet his son.

He has been paying little attention to this second son until he failed to fight for the crown prince and chose to enter the underground palace.

After the only conversation between father and son, more than 100 years of parting followed.

"my child."

His Majesty the Emperor called him that, and the hand wearing the jeweled ring wanted to hug enthusiastically, Yao retreated calmly: "I am already the priest of the underground palace, Your Majesty the Emperor."

His Majesty Hedwell raised his arm neither high nor low, and put it down without embarrassment. He muttered in his heart, look, he has already said that his son has a weird temper.

Now there is no change at all, he coughed, tugged at his gorgeous and complicated robe, and smiled.

"I heard that there was an accident here, Your Majesty."

The dazzling eyes were sharp in vain: "You did it? In order to disrupt Your Majesty's plan, did you use this method?"

His Majesty Hedwell's crown was almost frightened, and he stretched out his hand to help him: "No, no, my child... I mean the priest, please don't get me wrong, I am just out of concern for Your Majesty, and I will never give up on this matter." I don't know."

He took a few steps back and drew a faint line with his fingers: "It was the soldier who reported the report. Before I came here, I was not sure about my guess. I didn't confirm until I smelled the smell. I am afraid that Your Majesty has entered the nesting period." .”

Yao frowned: "Very well, at least you are not too stupid."

His Majesty Hedwell was a little harsher: "Yao, I don't think you can talk to me like that."

"Why not, you are my male father in blood, but I am the only priest in this country in terms of status, and I can talk to anyone like this."

His Majesty Hedwell said: "Your temper is getting more and more difficult to get along with."

"It's your own fault that you can't get along with me."

"I want to continue arguing like this, and it won't help the situation at hand."

His Majesty the Emperor supported the crown, and tried to enter the door without saying anything: "I think I can go in."

The little monk blocked the door: "No."

His Majesty Hedwell shook his finger wearing the gemstone ring: "I am the emperor of the empire, I think you can rest assured of me."

The little monk was expressionless: "I don't know the emperor."

His Majesty the Emperor had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue greeting his second son.

Hedwell actually wanted to talk more about the sudden courtship period. Look, he brought several beautiful and handsome females, and maybe the crown would like it.

In the beginning, he did despise the young majesty a little bit, and did not approve of his proposal.

But this does not prevent Hedwell from admitting that this outstanding mental power makes him want to leave behind a few eggs of excellent quality.

As for who did it, he didn't care at all.

The media under his hand is already writing news, no matter who it is, it is the commander who made the mistake, not the royal family.

Machinations may pay off in the short term, but in the long run, offending the eye of the storm is a bad idea.

Now is no longer the dark era when the news is blocked, and the previous emperors' measures to improve the treatment of monks have become the political correctness of the empire.

So this matter really has nothing to do with the royal family, His Majesty Hedwell was just the first to get the news.

He said: "Who is accompanying the crown during the courtship? Do you need the assistance of the empire? I have a few beautiful children here, and they are all devout believers in the eye of the storm."

Yao glanced at it and sneered: "Don't you even know how to wear clothes? I can clearly see inside."

His Majesty the Emperor looked stern, and raised his voice and shouted: "Stop making trouble, Yao, let me go in and have a look. The nesting period is not a trivial matter. Without the guidance of the elders, I am afraid that Your Majesty will not be able to do anything."

Priest Yao's anger value gradually increased.

The little monk tugged at his sleeve: "My lord, the attendants are back, and...uh, other female soldiers."

There was the sound of pattering footsteps in the corridor, the attendants were walking in front, followed by a row of military females.

The military female quickly overtook the attendants and rushed over first.

Facing these tall and powerful guys, the monks spontaneously gathered around the door, and You Yao went out to talk.

Several commanders chattered at each other. After you finished speaking, I said. During the conversation, a few military females with perfect figures and outstanding looks were introduced, trying to recommend them to Your Majesty.

Some of them have ulterior motives, some are restrained, and some are straightforward. They just heard that the nesting period is coming, so they actively signed up to dedicate themselves.

His Majesty the Emperor couldn't hold back the scene.

The monks had never seen such a noisy female. They were more serious than the other, and pushed the military female away with a thread of mental power.

Priest Yao gradually grew his head, grabbed the attendant who was squeezed to dryness, and asked, "Where's Arthur Lane Timothy?"

The attendant was pitiful: "The major general said that he flew in through the window."

In the house at this time.

Arthur Lan pinched Evan's face and pushed his head away: "Get out of here, fuck, don't get so close, do you know what friendship distance is? Now, where's your mistress?"

Unwilling, Evan struggled to squeeze through, but was caught in the quilt by the female insect and violently thrown onto the bed.

Evan shrank back aggrievedly, and Aslan said: "Your squire is unclear, let me ask again, where is your female?"

Evan tried his best to straighten his tongue, raised his hair and let out a sound: "Chirp!"

Assellan rubbed her hair irritably: "Don't make trouble, just talk."

It was almost an instinctive reaction just now, I just wanted to get to him as soon as possible. After arriving, Asselan didn't know what to do.

Seeing back and forth is tiring for a Zerg. He had given up on it and planned to let go of this relationship in 20 years.

Who knew that Evan would suddenly enter the nesting period, and this time he was coming in a menacing way, just look at his heart-piercing chirp.

Asselan rubbed the center of his brows, the male worm struggling in the bed roll was weeping, his face changed from stubborn to frightened, and his red eyes kept arching in his direction.

Asselan felt extremely uncomfortable, without showing any traces on his face, he yelled at him in a rough voice: "What are you chirping about, what if you wake up and regret it, what should you do? What about your female monarch? None of us can make this mistake." , hold back, you know?"

Evan didn't know if he understood. He was rejected twice. He was exhausted and curled up silently without making a sound.

Arthur Lan's fingers holding the cigarette were shaking all the time, and his thoughts were in a mess. He really wanted to rub Evan's head, kiss his cheek, and tell him that I didn't care as much as I made it out to be.

But no.

Arthur Lan's voice was dull, and he patted the quilt: "Don't cry, I'll go out and find someone for you."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help swearing again, his mind flew into his head, and now he couldn't move his legs when he wanted to walk.

Evan huddled under the quilt, trying to take back his breath, but he couldn't expel the female, nor could he approach it.

Too bad, really too bad.

These words came back and forth in his head, and tears rolled in his dark green pupils.

He heard the female's footsteps and walked to the door, paused for a while, then walked back quickly, pulling the bed with a strong force, he split his legs in tears, raised his eyes in surprise, and was pressed against his chest by the female.

The female worm said very violently: "I obviously planted a lot of flowers, I miss you very much, but I can't tell you at all, why are you such a damn eye of the storm, aren't you a refugee? Why should you be the eye of the storm? .”

Evan looked at him with teary eyes, his forehead was randomly poked for some unknown reason, and he struggled to get out of the bed.

Atherland's tense expression was relaxed all the time. He felt guilty, ashamed, and a strong sense of morality told him that he couldn't do that anymore and should stop.

But he still couldn't restrain himself from letting go.

The male in his arms struggled and stretched out his two arms, hugging his neck weakly, his warm skin pressed against his cold neck.

Those eyes were moist, round and bright.

Assellan covered her face, not daring to look directly into those eyes, her expression collapsed slightly: "I'm sorry, Evan."

The male worm kissed the back of his hand and hugged him affectionately.

Aslan was lying on the bed, his back was hurt. He reached out and touched it, and found a piece of paper and a stone-like object.

He took it out and found a clean and neat divorce agreement with his signature.

A gray private seal engraved with the eye of the storm.

Arthur ran a quick glance, then took a closer look.

"Madan, the divorce agreement?"

Evan kissed and rubbed: "Hey."

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