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

Atherland got dressed and was going to leave here.

He wondered in his heart when the next meeting would be, but it was too eager to ask such a question.

His buttons are not very flexible, and he can't help but think about what happened just now.

Aselan glanced at the male, who was hugging his knees, suppressing his loss, but I was in a sensible state of attachment during the nesting period.

If you bully him again, maybe you will just drag him away to elope.

Arthur Lan's original low and dull mood dissipated, and his surging self-confidence began to return.

Assellan touched his nose, feeling embarrassed, then touched the back of his head, and said, "Hey, that, I'm really leaving this time."

Evan stood up: "I'll see you off."

When he got up, he supported his waist and let out a hiss, and almost lost his footing. Aslan thought he was hurt somewhere, so he hurried over, supported him, and opened his clothes very naturally. There were a few bruises on both sides of his waist.

Arthur stalked for a moment, and his scalp exploded: "I...didn't use much force at the time."

"No problem."

Evan was terribly embarrassed, with a blank expression on his face, expressing that he was fine, and then kneading furtively, it was inevitable that there would be times when he went up and down with excessive force.

"It's going to be fine, maybe a day or two," Atherland said.

Evan nodded.

Neither of the two Zergs dared to take the initiative to meet each other's eyes, shy and intimate, and reluctantly maintained a supportive posture.

In fact, Aselan was not calm at all, he wanted to listen to sweet talk, TV dramas, comics, and a tender farewell would happen at such times.

Who would think that a boyfriend talks too much.

So he tidied up here and corrected there, dawdling delicately in his attire for a while.

Evan watched Aslan button a button three times, and he asked, "Major General, doesn't the clothes fit you well?"

Atherland corrected: "No, no, ahem, it fits well."

Can't stay overnight, and can't stay for a long time, Evan sent him to the door, the two Zergs looked at me, I quickly glanced at you, then tacitly, quietly hugged for a while, Evan pressed against Arthur Lan's chest, He didn't want to part at all: "Atherland."

"Ah."

"Atherland~"

Asselan blushed a little, and slowly tightened his arms. With anticipation in his heart, he asked hesitantly, "How long are you going to leave this time?"

Evan paused: "I don't know, maybe, about five years."

Arthur raised his eyebrows: "Hey, do you mean that the underground palace will be opened every five years? You come out to sleep with me every five years?"

Evan said, "No."

Arthur Lan pinched his face: "Once every five years, do you think I'm a dungeon that is regularly refreshed?"

Evan's face was very painful from being pinched. He didn't mean to come out once every five years. The female probably misunderstood.

But he didn't explain. The two worms looked at each other for a while, and Aslan's eyes gradually became gentle. He rubbed Evan's head, his eyes were clear and deep.

"I won't resign as commander for you, not now, but 20 years later, I will realize my ambition in this position. At that time, I will take the initiative to ask to enter the underground palace, but I don't know, will I Will die in battle, die of disease before then."

Asselan stared at Evan and asked, "I can wait five years or ten years, but Evan, you must give me confidence."

"You never told me, and I never asked, but if you want me to wait, you have to tell me, do you love me?"

"Do you love me? Before I reach you, I promise that this love will never fade away."

The air was silent for a moment.

"Love."

Sissel, no, it should be Evan now.

The male worm looked at Atheran seriously.

Atherland tweeted on the top of his hair: "Me too."

Falling in love is not always about fairness. As the price of losing freedom, the worst thing is to lay a few more eggs for Evan to hatch by himself.

Arthur was a little disappointed.

Yao guarded the door, and when the clock passed one o'clock in the morning, the female worm in neat military uniform walked out of Mianxia's room.

He looked left and right, his eyes resting on Yao.

Jun Nu slightly bowed to salute, Yao folded her arms and nodded coldly.

There are no other commanders around, no royal eyeliner, only ascetic monks in meditation in the corridor.

The air is as quiet as death.

Stared at by more than a dozen pairs of silent and sharp eyes, Arthur's back tensed.

Evan trusts Yao very much, guessing the reaction of the underground palace, the worst is to use the unspoken rules to make Arthur lose his position as a commander, take it into the underground palace, and become a breeder.

It's a pity that Aselan did not have a huge family blessed by this. His parents were engaged in literary research, the nature of the job was single, and fame and wealth were indifferent, so they didn't get much tangible benefit from it.

Being a breeder is not a good thing, and it is even bad news for the commander.

"So, Major General, if Priest Yao asks if you would like to stay in the underground palace, please refuse. I will take care of the rest."

Atheran was ready, waiting for Evan's prediction to take effect.

He said, "Master Yao, what about the other commanders?"

Yao folded his robe sleeves and said calmly, "Please go."

The little monk beside him trembled, obviously being scolded away.

Asselan raised the brim of his hat, and Evan said that the priest is equivalent to his male father, and he has never left since the shell was broken. Relatively speaking, this is meeting the parents.

Asselan felt a little guilty. After all, he was the same male as the old father, and the age gap was only about 40 years old.

Yao waved his hand, and the little monk brought a plate of red Yuejianlian pastries, made in the shape of flowers, and sprinkled Manai nectar in the middle.

This kind of cake is quite special. Generally speaking, it is used for weddings and festivals. The red moon sees pity, which has a deep meaning.

Arthur Lane: "..."

Yao coldly: "Eat."

Atherland picked up a piece with a sullen face, and swallowed hard.

Dazzling eyes were slightly disgusted, and finally he patted the little monk on the shoulder, turned and left very deeply without asking any questions.

Aslan was chewing on the pastry, thinking about the time of the next meeting, but from the moment he walked out of the white building, the gears that accidentally pressed the pause button started to spin.

The Royal Guard took over the crown security of the area, and the White Tower Council on the Peace Proposal convened two days later.

All commanders and officers above the rank of captain participate in the voting.

There was no media coverage of the meeting, which took place on an unremarkable summer night.

That was the 300th summer in the [-] years since the founding of the empire.

June 28th of the summer calendar month.

Arranged according to the year of establishment of the station, Aslan was at the end of the seat, and eleven commanders sat neatly at the conference table.

Members of the royal family sat in the center, and His Majesty Hedwell specially wore the most solemn and luxurious crown.

The monks in gray robes sat opposite, the male in black robes was cold and indifferent, his tea-green eyes were like a lake in the cold winter months.

He put forward the contents of the peace proposal clearly and concisely.

Leaving aside the repeated words, the bill has only one content and two requirements.

Evan will open the underground palace, release the source of pollutants, and drive it to leave the land where the Zerg live, and live in a land full of radiation that the Zerg do not want to set foot in.

Two requirements.

First, cancel the blockade of the underground palace.

Second, evacuate all Zerg residents adjacent to the three garrisons.

Avon will release a source of pollutants that can cause great damage to the surrounding environment.

A commander choked: "This is impossible. The station is the land created by the empire. The cleaning of every polluted area will consume unimaginable material and financial resources."

He endured it and laughed: "Your Majesty, I have to suspect that you all know what you are doing, because I feel that either you are crazy or I am crazy."

It's crazy, a normal Zerg would never have such a stupid and evil idea.

His Majesty the Emperor supported the crown, but before he had time to dissuade him, the commanders who were shocked by Evan's thoughts had already started arguing.

"Withdrawal? God, how should those millions of Zerg citizens be resettled? Who will compensate for the direct economic loss, the financial loss caused by the withdrawal, and who will be responsible for the panic caused by this and the collapse of social order? "

"Withdraw? Where to withdraw? Can the nearby station be able to accommodate such a large population? The migration of a city resident is no joke!"

"With all due respect, I don't understand why you have such an idea."

"crazy."

"This is the most naked treason!"

"Your Majesty, may the years give you wisdom."

"This proposal makes me wipe my ass. It's useless. I can't believe it came from your honorable mouth."

Every civilian officer in the assembly showed a strong resistance to this matter, chewing on every word they had just heard, and condemning them from beginning to end.

The male worm listened to the complaints, questioned, cursed, and ridiculed without changing his expression.

For a full ten hours, the commanders tried to change the male worm's thinking from various aspects such as economy, politics, and people's livelihood.

Atherland has remained silent, most of the time turning his pen or looking at the scenery outside the window.

The male is not tall, facing the aggressive tall military female who starts at two meters, his aura and volume do not have the advantage.

He patiently participated in voting, listened to suggestions, and argued.

In the end, the male had no expression on his face, and his tone was flat: "I need to emphasize again, I didn't ask for your opinions, I just told you that my plan is about to start."

The air was suddenly quiet as death.

The male worm turned his back to the sun, his face was stern, his indifferent eyes were like steel, and he threw down a resounding sentence.

He straightforwardly showed the emperor and the commanders what kind of effect it would bring when there was only one card in his hand, but that card was a super bomb.

The only one who can pollute the source is the monk, and the only request made by the monk is to release the source of pollution.

No one can replace Mian Xia, who I don't know what will become of the source of pollution that loses Mian Xia's control.

If he is not willing, can he still be forced to leave the land and return to the isolated island to perform his duties?No, this is no longer the chaotic and cruel dark era, and this road is still feasible if the exposure is low.

But His Majesty the King graciously held a welcome ceremony, which brought the citizenship of this Crown Prince to an unprecedented level.

If force is used rashly, I am afraid it will only boil up public dissatisfaction and affect the personal image of the resident commander.

Besides, if the opponent caught the opportunity and disclosed the matter, it might bring a new wave of trouble.

The parliament was completely silent, and the military females looked at each other in blank dismay.

Evan got up to leave.

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