Insect King's husband selection criteria

A week later.

The last batch of gift-giving teams gathered in front of the palace, waiting for the inspection of the worm servants.

The bugs in the team whispered to each other.

"Have you heard? The king is a larva."

"I heard about it a long time ago, so I said, why didn't I announce the pheromone this time."

"Is it strange that it's a larva? Wang Gang broke his shell, so it should be a larva in the first place."

"Learn some biological history, you. Breaking the shell is just a form of 'Rinshi', and Wang Linshi has always been an adult."

"Ah, then why is it a larva this time?"

"It's not surprising, after all, this king's egg has been silent for more than 200 years..."

"Compared to larvae, the species after the king's shell are more worthy of discussion."

"why?"

"The king will prefer his own species. In addition to rewards, this preference can also transform a waste insect, and even allow a population to achieve a pheromone level leap."

"real or fake?"

"Don't believe it..."

Behind the swarm of talking bugs, Burial Bug was wearing a fancy dress, and the flat remote control was hanging on his wrist.

He asked a pure insect next to him covered in a brown chitinous shell.

"Do you believe it, Zelgrey?"

The silver-haired man in disguise couldn't be seen at all, and the pheromone used for camouflage was floating around his body.

"not my business."

The man replied coldly.

The Burial Worm laughed twice, not believing it at all.

"Really? You don't want to transform at all? You don't want to know what pheromones are like, what it feels like to change the original shape? And only transformed bugs can reproduce. You are already an adult, so you can't even forget about this. Have you thought about it?"

"It's enough for me to have food."

"Tch. It seems that your problem will never get better."

Soon, it was their team's turn.

"We are a moth family from the Western Continent. Mr. Lord, because of a sudden illness, was afraid of being infected with the insect king, so let us come here first to congratulate and present gifts."

The burial worm explained to the worm waiter flatteringly.

The word "Western Continent" is like a special punctuation, and the leader of the insect servants on one side walked over here.

This worm waiter was very strong, but his left antenna was cut off—it was the worm waiter who cut off the tentacles after chasing the silver-haired man before: Marshall.

"From the Western Continent?"

Marshall checked the name post and asked the burial bug, "What is your identity?"

The burial worm bent its body even lower.

"I am the steward of Mr. Lord."

"Humph."

Marshall sneered, "A lord's steward—what does it smell like?"

Marshall flapped his nose, and his eyes fell on the silver-haired man disguised as a pure worm.

Seeing this, the burial worm stepped forward and explained, "Ah, he is a guard, escorting Zhao He's gifts all the way..."

"Dung beetle?"

Marshall interrupted the burying worm with a disgusted expression on his face, "A lowly and filthy pure worm, the steward of a moth lord, you are also worthy to present gifts in front of the king?"

The Burial Worm laughed dryly and wanted to explain something, but Marshall interrupted him.

Marshall pointed in the direction, and said to another worm attendant, "Take them to the side hall, check the gifts, and present the name cards to the king. As for these worms, there is no need to go forward, and wait for their 'sudden illness' When will your lord recover, come again."

The burial worm let out "eh" twice, but was still reluctantly taken away.

...

The palace is very large, it is said to be a side hall, and it is also a square area.

There are many vehicles and bug cars parked here, as well as some bugs who are also not qualified to roam around in the palace.Although there are insect servants guarding the surroundings, they are not as strict as the gate of the palace.

The worm car crawled to an unoccupied corner, and the burying worm cursed.

"Damn it, these worm waiters still look like this. Their compound eyes should be on the top of their heads, not their faces."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the side of the insect car, and opened a hole in the elytra of the armor—it turned out that the armor was a realistic mechanical armor—and three mole crickets of the same species drilled out of it.

"Suffocated me."

The mole crickets complained as soon as they came out, and at the same time quickly took out various weapons from the mechanical armor, and equipped them up and down.

"Zelgrey, this is yours."

The Burial Worm took out a knife and threw it to the silver-haired man beside him.

Half of the disguise on the man was taken off, like a human being "moulted" out of a bug's shell.

He caught the weapon—it was a bug knife, the blade was hidden in the handle, and when fully ejected, it could reach a length of one meter.

Because the pheromone glands of the insects are harvested inside, it has a certain level of suppression, so it is called "worm knife".

The man can't perceive pheromone, but when he pops out the blade, looking at the expression of the burying bug, the glands harvested by this bug knife should be above his level.

"okay."

The burial worm looked at the man dissatisfied, "Put it away quickly, and the worm waiter will be brought over in a while."

The man put away the blade.

The Burial Beetle walked up to several people and said, "Follow me."

They came to the innermost corner of this area, which was blocked by a wall, and it was also the weakest place guarded by the worm guards.

— and don’t know how they know about this place.

The burying bug made a gesture, and the three mole crickets rushed forward, lying on the heels of the towering wall and began to dig up the soil—this is their strong point.

The mole cricket hits the front, the burial worm is in the middle, and the man breaks the back.They climbed from the hole to the other side of the wall one by one.

But when the man was about to climb out, a little accident happened.

"The clothes got stuck."

The man moved his body twice, but failed.

"Oh shit!"

The burial bug that had just crawled out before the man cursed, turned around and grabbed the man's clothes and pulled them twice.

But as soon as he pulled, the man's clothes were pulled easily—as if they weren't stuck at all.

The burial worm was stunned for a moment, and the instinct to walk away from the tip of the knife all the year round made him turn his body sideways—this was the one that saved his life.

pat!

The man suddenly popped out the blade of the worm knife, and cut off one arm of the burying worm in the middle of the forearm, and the remote control on the arm was also thrown out.

boom!

The Burying Beetle reacted very quickly and fired a shot at the man, but the man had already retracted into the burrow, and it was impossible to see whether he had hit it.

boom! boom! boom!

The Burying Worm fired three more shots into the burrow—the pain made him lose his mind, and he cursed as he fired.

"Shit! Shit! Fuck!"

"The bug waiter is here!"

The mole cricket stepped forward and held down the burying worm, and his flat arms with big heads lifted the burying worm easily, "Go quickly."

After all, several people ran away quickly.

After they left, the man in the cave crawled out, dragging an amber bloodstain that couldn't be ignored where he crawled.

—one of the last three shots hit him in the stomach.

Maybe it hit some internal organ.

The man thought, but he just tied his clothes tightly around his abdomen, then picked up the remote control on the ground and ran in the other direction.

There is where his "honey fruit" is.

·

"assassin?"

When Leian heard the news, he wasn't too surprised, "People from the Western Continent?"

Marshall replied guiltily: "Yes. The name card is delivered by Harbaro, the moth species of the Western Continent, the leader of the liberal faction."

"Not him. At least not only him. What about people now?"

"One group got into the back garden, and the other group came towards the main hall. We can catch them right away..."

"No. Don't grab it."

Marshall was stunned, puzzled, and said, "Don't need to catch it? But Lord Leian, they carry weapons, and they are most likely here to assassinate the king!"

"I know. But they won't succeed. ——Wang is a larva, after all, the deterrence is not enough. This assassination is a good opportunity for Wang Liwei."

"Liwei? Lord Leian, are you planning to let the assassin get in touch with the king?"

Marshall asked in disbelief.

"Yes. Even if there is no pheromone, the king is the king after all. Even if it is a larva, it has power that the bugs can't imagine. ——It's time for the bugs to see this clearly."

Marshall objected: "It's too dangerous. If the king doesn't have time, or he doesn't know how to use the king's power—he's just a larva, and even thinks he's human—if the assassin succeeds..."

"how is this possible?"

Leian took it for granted, and said with confidence, "The king is the king. Even if he doesn't inherit the memory, his instinct will teach him. Practice is the best teacher. ——The morning celebration is almost over, I will take the king to the garden Here, you remember to lure the assassin over."

Marshall wanted to say something, but Leian had already turned around and returned to the main hall.

...

Ji Xian looked at the last lord who presented the gift with a calm expression on his face, but he was already cheering in his heart—it was over!

Just looking at these gifts these days, he felt that his eyes were going to be dazzled.

What's more, you have to remember the territory, social status, and power of each lord...

Ji Xian swears that he has never worked so hard in the college entrance examination.

"His Majesty."

After the ceremony was over, the master of ceremonies presided over the bowing of the lords. Leian walked up to Ji Xian and said softly, "The banquet will start in the evening. You can go for a walk in the garden now—you have worked really hard these few days."

"That's not."

With a sullen face, Ji Xian beeped to Lei An in a low voice, "Don't give me such a thing as a gift on the day of breaking the shell in the future. Is this a congratulation or a torment for me?"

Lei An was kind and generous: "Yes, Your Majesty, I will remember."

After the lords finished kneeling and worshiping, Ji Xian got up and left the hall.

Walking out of the main hall, Ji Xian immediately stretched without any image.

"Hmm... I'm exhausted. Leian, what's for dinner?"

Leian handed over the candy and replied, "The seafood you ordered earlier, some seasonal vegetables, and your favorite bread."

Ji Xian put the hard candy into his mouth, the sweet taste satisfied his taste buds and stomach, and his tiredness seemed to be swept away.

"Well. The lords from the Western Continent are all small forces. Liberals, Chongdian Group, Love Daily Chemical... none of these came."

Lei An said coldly: "They're all a bunch of stupid things who don't cry when they don't see the coffin. They will be the first to kneel at your feet when you shed your shell."

Ji Xian twitched the corner of his mouth and asked, "When will I shed my shell?"

Leian paused for a moment.

"Moulting is related to population, physical development, and genetic pros and cons. Ordinary bugs can usually molt before they become adults. But you are a king, and there is no precedent for a king being a larva before. However, it should not be so. "

"Is that what it means to let nature take its course?"

Leian defaulted.

Ji Xian sighed.

He stopped by a flower wall, thinking about the information he had collected these days.

Zerg has genetic suppression, and can even use pheromone level difference to kill a bug.

The Bug King's pheromones are the top of the Zerg food chain - but only if he has them.

Now there is no pheromone, the lords are so disrespectful, if he doesn't shed his shell for a long time...

If I were one of those "rebellious" lords, then I would definitely seize this time and take action.

—— Ji Xian thought so.

And just as he finished thinking, there was a sudden rustling sound next to him.

boom!

Suddenly, a bullet flew out of the flower wall, brushed Ji Xian's shoulder and flew over!

The author says:

Thanks for responding my little cuties!

Sure enough, this slow-moving book and the change in narrative style are not as attractive as gags.worry.

Next week is going to be a rough week!But I won't stop updating!Good night! OVO