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

Carlos was slightly surprised.

He is in the royal family, so he knows more than ordinary worms, and his mental strength can be increased by special methods, which can be used to sort out the female worm's physique, or join the army, and engage in special occupations.

When the spiritual power reaches a certain threshold, you can see the spiritual power threads of other insects.

Evan is very special. Of course, Carlos has seen other males that fight with mental power, but it is the first time Carlos has seen such a violent and ferocious male with thick spiritual threads that fill the room.

Especially when Sal was glued to the wall, Evan's thread of mental power exuded a terrifying feeling, and when his eyes swept over, he seemed to be stared at by something particularly terrifying.

Evan probably has something special about him.

Carlos thought of Morikawa's mental power. His mental lake was on the verge of exhaustion, and his state was irreversible. He could only rely on expensive drugs to continue his life when he returned to the royal family.

But if there was any chance of improvement, Carlos was more than willing to persuade Morikawa to try.

"Your Highness, Little Prince." Morikawa frowned, stood up, and looked warily at the young male in a crow black robe.

Too young, very light breath, strange clothes, suspicious elements that have never been seen before.

Could it be a member of a secret organization that is not officially recognized?

Unemployed jerk?fraud?

What is the purpose of deliberately contacting His Highness the Prince?

Carlos glanced at Morikawa, whose eyes were sharp in vain. He gave Carlos a comforting look, then walked to Evan, raised his head and chest, stretched out his right hand, and looked a little proud: "It's nice to see you again, Evan, I'm sorry for concealing my identity, I'm actually the little boy of the empire..."

"I'll do you a favor, you pay for the meal."

The young man looked at the white and slender insect claws stretched out, except for Yao and his predecessor, Evan didn't think it was necessary for him to kiss anyone's hand.

This is too repulsive to people thousands of miles away, at least I have taken a train.

And I'm still a prince.

Carlos' cheeks bulged slightly.

Carlos naturally put down his hand, touched his nose, and changed the subject. He then said, "Evan, can you tell what's wrong with my friend?"

Carlos's spiritual thread is a magnificent sapphire blue, so although he looks lively and cheerful, from the essence of spiritual essence, blue tends to be rational and calm, and he is the type of serious thinking, which does not match his personality.

After all, he is a member of the royal family, and he cannot be the same as a brainless silly white sweet male.

"He's not sick, he's just mentally exhausted and dying." Evan said flatly.

Morikawa's mental state is very bad, but he still has the instinct to think. He doesn't believe in Evan, and his eyes are sharp: "Little ghost, I don't know where you came from and what purpose you have, maybe you have been inquiring for a long time in private, come here Pretending to be this omniscient image."

"Um, Morikawa." Carlos didn't have time to talk about what happened last night.

Morikawa didn't intend to let the male go, he took a step closer, and looked down at the short male, heh, until he reached his chin: "Whether you are a liar, a magic stick, an ignorant fool, or whatever you are, I warn you You, little dwarf, don't try to fool me."

Carlos smelled the smell that made his scalp tingle again.

Evan looked up at Morikawa expressionlessly, his tea-brown pupils dilated slightly, and a strange black circle appeared in his eyes.

The little prince shivered, the hair on the back of his neck stood up in fright.

But Morikawa, who had a problem with his mental power, couldn't perceive it. Instead of retreating, he advanced aggressively: "So what if you know that my mental power is exhausted? Have you studied history? Have you received aristocratic education? The application of mental power is fundamental to you." It is an advanced field that cannot be touched."

"I hate you members of the underground organization the most. You obviously only know a little bit, but you put on an unattainable look and try to save me? It's a pity that I just sent your companion to prison last month."

Evan's face was indifferent, and he looked up at Morikawa, the thread of mental power had already climbed up Morikawa's calf.

"Perhaps the only one who can heal the spiritual power is the supreme, benevolent and compassionate Crown Prince. Where did you come from, a mottled mountain worm?"

The supreme, benevolent and compassionate "Miscellaneous Hairy Mountain Insect" gave up mentally.

Morikawa thought that Evan's stiff expression was a guilty conscience. He felt sad for these ignorant sticks, and taunted unceremoniously: "Your quality is so poor that I don't even know about it. How dare you come out to bluff? The Restoration Conference a few years ago all I know it's in the name of His Majesty."

Evan: "..."

The thread of mental power was retracted silently, Evan moved his lips, and finally closed his mouth depressed.

Carlos tugged on Morikawa's cuff, and quietly showed a small expression of please, Morikawa's heart softened, he rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and let go of the silent male.

He had been out for a long time and was exhausted. Morikawa touched Carlos' head: "Your Highness, I thank you for your kindness, but this is my own business, and I know what to do."

Carlos pursed his lips stubbornly: "But you can't control what I do."

"Excuse me for a moment, gentlemen, the chef would like to know if it is time to serve?"

The waiter suddenly appeared, carrying a huge silver tray, all the vegetables in limited supply today were here, a total of 8kg, and some of the stocks were even used.

The way the head chef can't smile at all.

"It's fine now." Carlos smiled and nodded, and then began to persuade Morikawa to go back and rest.

Morikawa originally wanted to leave with the little prince, but he knew that there was no way to dispel the little prince's curiosity, so it's better to let him know the true colors of these magic sticks.

Of course, Morikawa warned Evan one last time before leaving.

"I'll be watching you."

After Morikawa left, Evan's attention immediately focused on the tray. He opened the lid, glanced at the neatly arranged Longyan cabbage, and after confirming that the quality was good, he began to stuff it into his mouth.

Click click.

The full energy flows through the stomach bag to the limbs and bones, and the stagnant mental power starts to rattle like a slow and jerky gear.

Carlos sat across from Evan and sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry Evan, Morikawa didn't know what happened yesterday." He hesitated: "But what do you mean when you said you can help?"

Evan changed his mind and didn't intend to use his mental power to help, but to provide a method with arguments.

"Mental burnout is not irreversible," he said.

After all, the male worms polluted by PA have a chance to survive.

Evan bit the fork and said calmly: "When the male worm reproduces, the spiritual lake in his head will resonate with the body of the intersecting female worm. Generally speaking, this can produce double the body/body to spirit matter." Pleasure...Of course, this is not important, you can compare the mental lake to a running machine, and mental power to electricity, and the machine cannot function without electricity."

"Sex/desire, as the key response to trigger the resonance of the spiritual origin, is not only the need for reproduction, but also the demand of the essence of spiritual matter. It is the same as energy intake through diet, but the effect is more intuitive."

Carlos was ignorant: "What is the source of spiritual matter?"

Evan: "..." How stupid.

Biting the fork in discouragement, Evan continued: "If you want him to survive, or delay the exhaustion of mental power, you only need to trigger the apoplexy and trigger spiritual resonance."

Carlos' face turned red, and the little train in his head rushed towards the cliff, so ashamed that it couldn't run at all.

Is he really a master of gender knowledge?The suggestions made fit the identity well.

The little prince resisted the urge to cover his face: "Is it necessary to have sex with his female?"

Evan bit the fork: "There is no such requirement, and other females are also fine. As long as you enjoy the pleasure in the process, you can delay the depletion of the essence of spiritual matter, accumulate it several times, and change from quantitative to qualitative. A cure is also possible."

The little prince gave up and buried his head in his palms, smoke seemed to come out of his red ears, he was extremely distressed

"However, Morikawa may not be willing, and with Lerche..."

This is not the scope of Evan's concern. He has already provided an effective control method, but how to implement it is not within his scope of thinking.

The little prince held his head, with a red tomato face, and drew small circles on the table with his fingers. Evan was expressionless, stepping on a bite of kale, crunchy.

Thrall received the news that His Highness the Little Prince is currently in the Nightmare Bird Forest Hotel.

He left the training ground, took a battle bath, put on the most beautiful and neat military uniform, sprayed on perfume, and then embraced the fiery red Yue Jianlian, ready to pursue the little prince again.

When he arrived at the hotel, Sal saw the hover car of his old enemy again, and the alarm bells rang in his heart. He drifted arrogantly, opened the door after parking the car, and ran into the hotel in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, I bumped into a bug at the door, it was Arthur Lan, who was dressed in casual clothes, looked cool and charming.

That's abominable!

Relying on his good looks and small stature, he tried out all styles.

Thrall snorted coldly and stood up straight. The nearly two-meter-tall man was oppressive in front of the 1.8-meter-tall Aselan.

"What are you here for?"

Arthur Lan put his hands in his pockets, glanced lightly at the nouveau riche Sal, reached out and patted the place where he was hit: "Every time I send the moon to see pity, I am afraid that the prince will not smell the star coins on Hua's body ?”

This flower is delicate and beautiful, and the price is high.

Thrall hugged the flower and bumped into his old enemy vigorously: "Go away, I smell poverty on you."

Asselan looked at Sal's back quietly, and suddenly smiled, and touched his chin.

In fact, he arrived earlier, but when he saw the paralyzed male who was staying with the little prince Carlos, he walked out quietly without even showing his face, and happened to face Sal who was wiping his hair through the car window.

Asselan unhurriedly fell behind Thrall, crossing his arms leisurely. Thrall stopped the waiter and asked where the little prince was, and then he took out a star card from his pocket.

"I'll pay the prince's bill."

The waiter took the star card with a smile, swiped the sensor terminal on his body, and then looked up with a smile: "I'm sorry, Major General Saar, your balance is insufficient. Do you have any other cards?"

Thrall: "There are [-] star coins in the card."

The waiter smiled and handed back Thrall's star card: "Yes, general, because it is a special food, as long as another [-] is enough to pay."

Thrall: "..."

Nope, our department is notoriously poor and silent, what more could you ask of me?My [-] is already a bourgeoisie, okay?

But it is impossible to say nothing, and it is impossible to step down at all.

To die to die.

Thrall's heart was surging.

With a charming smile on his face, Arthur leaned closer to Thrall and took out his star card: "Give me this bouquet of flowers, and I will lend you [-]. After three months, I will pay you back [-] with interest. Do you want to borrow it?"

Thrall was silent for a moment, then took the star card and gritted his teeth: "Bitch."