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

Chapter 32

Arthur Lan's lips moved, not knowing what to say.

Xia Chong is also silent for him, and the silence is Major General Arthurland tonight.

"Go back to sleep."

Asselan took a deep breath, without changing his face, patted Evan on the shoulder, turned around and got into the bed, leaving only the male worm with a calm and kind back.

Not at all angry.

"Major General Atherland."

Suddenly being stuffed with a ball of quilt, Evan's face was paralyzed, and he tilted his head to look at the back of the female's head, not sure if he should leave at this time, but it seemed that there was no need to stay.

The female did not speak or answer, as if she had already slept soundly.

Asselan was so tired that he didn't even want to talk.

There is really no need for a 68-year-old mature female to compete with a 19-year-old young bug in everything.

Evan had no choice but to stand up from the sofa, wrapped in a quilt, and glanced back worriedly, when he was about to leave.

The military female in the bed suddenly sighed softly.

It was probably yawning or snorting, because I couldn't hear clearly under the quilt.

Atheran is a mature female.

He is 68 years old this year, with the rank of major general. He leads the loudest regiment in the first area and trains the most thorny recruits.

He has a stable mind, can't be angry, and can't be ashamed and mature.

And after all, at this age, there are a lot of career problems.

There is something to worry about when you open your eyes.

There is no time to guess the minds of their young people and play their young people's games.

Go to sleep. Go to sleep.

He closed his eyes, but he didn't fall asleep right away, and stared blankly at the sofa with his eyes open.

Evan paused, originally intending to use his spiritual force to thread the thread, but this idea only rose from his mind for a second before he was quickly refuted by reason.

So impolite.

After staying in the underground palace for too long, I am used to this straightforward way of communication. The direct touch of spiritual power can remove many obstacles in communication.

But outside the storm, the atmosphere is far from serious enough to even have time to speak. Here, every citizen has his own secrets, and he will not wantonly spy on others with his mental power.

This is an established moral rule under social rules.

So Evan has worked hard to reduce the urge to touch other people's thoughts, but now, he doesn't know what Major General Arthurland is thinking.

The male stands behind the female in a daze.

Facing the silent quilt rolled in silence, hesitantly, wrapped in the quilt and walked up the stairs.

Aslan heard the footsteps of the male leaving, he closed his eyes.

After a while, the sound of footsteps came from the stairs, and they approached quickly.

Aslan opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were covered by a shadow.

All he could see was the blue and white striped pajamas, the collarbone exposed from the neckline, and a small piece of cold white skin.

Soft, warm lips kissed his cheek.

The calm scent of the male insect is also inhaled into the lungs along the nose.

"Good night, Major General."

After the male worm finished speaking, he stood up, as if he just hurriedly went downstairs to turn off the faucet, showing a relieved expression, and walked up the stairs calmly and calmly with his slippers on.

Arthur Lan stared blankly at the sofa: "..."

After a long while, he was furious, with a ferocious expression, although his sleeping position was stiff and motionless.

Bastard!Ashland snorted.

Don't run away if you have the ability, your head will be knocked off, shouldn't you stay and make amends if you do such a thing casually?

I'm old enough to be your two dads.

Bah, shameless.

Gritting his teeth, Arthur was furious. After a while, he groaned and turned over on the sofa, burying his head in the pillow to pretend to be a dead body.

The favorite good-for-nothing of old women in the military.

The youngest major general in the Nightmare Bird Forest, face down, his cheeks like bursting tomatoes, his heartbeat is speeding, but he can still maintain calmness with super high self-control.

This is the dignity of a military female.

Just quietly, insignificantly, let out a small mutter.

"Hey."

"It's nice to be young."

The next day, the morning light shone through.

The dew-drinking bird stood at the window and chirped. Asheran had a regular schedule and got up at six o'clock. After feeling that his body didn't need to go to the hospital, he hurried to take a shower.

When he came out, the terminal kept ringing, so he just sat on the sofa and drank tea while checking emails.

General Andrew has been very irritable recently, because of military expenses and the upcoming martial arts tournament.

Many masters came to the Wild Bee Desert, even a male. I heard that the talent of spiritual power is so strong that it is rare to see it in a hundred years.

The last time I met Kredo in the furniture store was to choose bedding for the male.

What did the males do in Cuiwei Plain?

The old general has always wanted to win them to be allies and jointly develop the contaminated area of ​​Nightmare Bird Forest, but this friend seems to only like to fight, and has the intention of clearing the door for himself.

trouble.

big trouble.

Other mails are handled routinely, only the matter of Lexie is a bit embarrassing. Morikawa's father asked His Majesty the Emperor for amnesty. Although the order has not been fulfilled, there is a good chance that nothing will happen.

After all, the Morikawa family has a female named Huaili, who was elected as the crowned female monarch in May this year.

For the sake of this matter, His Majesty must be tolerant.

Asselan was very upset, but there was nothing he could do. He could not prevent His Majesty from making a decision, nor could he force Morikawa to serve his sentence.

And his subordinate, the honest second lieutenant, seemed to use the traditional model to heal Morikawa's mental power.

A 28-year-old brat asked him for approval just to open a house.

Arthur was so angry that his hair wanted to turn black.

Drops of water tick.

Evan rubbed the hair on his head and walked down the stairs.

Aselan was processing the video, looked at him, and the male worm also looked at him, and the two worms felt that it was a bit subtle to look at each other.

"Good morning, Major General Arthurland."

The males say hello first, without a trace of unnaturalness.

Asselan then nodded reservedly and coldly, and said lightly, "Clean up, we are going out today."

Evan stretched blankly, yawned, and then turned around: "Going out?"

Arthur, oh, young bug, I never repeat an order twice.

He raised his eyes sharply, and stared at the male worm. After a while, he shifted his gaze to the email, and swipe it lightly: "You should have received the training from the New Hope Committee on your terminal."

Evan frowned, thoughtful.

He doesn't know New Worm language, and he doesn't even know how to use the terminal.

It seems that study still has to be put on the agenda, otherwise life outside will be very troublesome, after all there are ten plans in the diary.

Evan walked to the window, pushed it open, and the morning breeze poured in gently.

It is summer, the earth is shrouded in bright sunshine, looking down from the hillside, the forest is towering and the vegetation is stretching.

The golden mani flowers are in full bloom in large areas, all the way to the cabins at the foot of the mountain in the distance.

The houses that can be seen are decorated with flowers one after another, and the poster of the eye of the storm is pasted on the door.

Evan looked out the window intently, his tea-green eyes reflected the Nightmare Bird Forest, and his pupils gently undulated like waves in the forest.

"Look at what."

"This land."

The female holds the bread in her mouth and buttons her shirt.

The white hem is tied into the belt, drawing a thin line, which is pleasing to the eye when viewed from the side.

Evan tugged on his sleeve and pointed to him: "Major General, Forest."

Every time I come out to rest, it is autumn, and summer is a very novel season, full of vitality and greenery.

Atheran felt that the male worm looked so good now.

He wanted to pinch his face, but he held back, as a military female and an elder.

Atherland said.

"It's more beautiful in autumn. The leaves of the broad-leaved forest will turn yellow and red, and the smell will be very good."

"There are autumn mushrooms, hazelnuts, and overripe wild fruits in the forest. There are many to eat."

"Birds that are afraid of the cold will migrate in groups. Squirrels, deer, and bison can all be seen in the woods. There are also fat and stupid bears that are raised, and they will sneak down the mountain to steal honey."

"In autumn, the troops will also have a holiday and rest for ten days."

Evan nodded affirmatively, full of yearning: "Autumn here is really nice."

In autumn on the isolated island, there is no sound in the woods.

Close to PA.

All the unmutated animals in the forest died.

Except for ants, but ants have no sound.

Priest Yao can play the flute, but the tunes are very old. Every time I listen to it, I feel like I'm soaking my heart in ice water.

Evan and the priest rarely spoke, and the other party was very worried.

Never laughed.

Atherland paused for straightening his cuffs, and looked at the Mai Nai flower field outside the window, but he didn't realize that summer was here.

He pushed Evan: "Go wash up, I'll take you out."

Evan thought for a while, and realized that the female worm had mentioned it just now. He suddenly said, "Is that the training?"

Asselan pinched the male worm's face and shook it lightly: "You can go if you are told."

Evan's face was paralyzed, coldly: "Let go."

After 10 minutes of washing, Evan and Arthur went out together.

The female worm did not drive, but walked down the hillside along the path behind the apartment. After reaching the bottom of the hill, she found that there was a criss-cross path in the middle of the mane flowers, but it was covered by overgrown flowers.

The path is very narrow, barely enough for a bug to pass through.

Arthur Lan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Evan, and walked ahead with his pockets in his pocket.

"Major General, where are we going?"

"Crap."

Surrounded by golden mani flowers.

The fragrance is vigorous, and it blooms under the scorching sun without fear of dryness or heat. In summer, it is passionate and fragrant.

Sweat rose with the temperature, and the hot cheeks were flushed.

This is something that has nothing to do with Evan's plan.

Because there was not much time, he simply forgot about the travel.

I just want to add the most perfect memory in the shortest time.

But perfection has no measure.

Countless bees are working hard in the flower field, everything is growing around them, the water is gurgling, and the path under their feet can also hear the subtle sound of insects flapping their wings.

Evan took the first step.

"Major General."

Evan said, the female turned her head, her eyes were indifferent, she took off the straw hat from the scarecrow beside her, put it on Evan's head, and couldn't help laughing: "You are about the same height as the mane flower."

Evan: "..."

"Major General."

"What do you want me to do?"

The terminal was beeping. Atherland opened it and looked at it, and set it to the automatic browsing mode. After hesitating for a moment, he quietly stretched his left hand back.

After a while.

A warm worm's claw seized Arthur's cool fingers.

Arthur's ears burned.

Sweat rolled down from his forehead and fell to his eyelashes through a layer of scorching anger. He was serious and calm: "I'll take you to fetch the flowers for the summer festival. There is a beekeeper on the hillside over there. Go now. The honey smells of manna flowers."

The forest is like a silent guard, far and high from Evan.

Evan said, "Major General."

I am very happy.

The author has something to say: Don't wait for me today, I may be busy until 10 o'clock, and I don't know if I can finish writing.