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

Chapter 34

"Little brat."

Arthur covered his lips with his fist, and then coughed heavily.

Evan raised his head from the flower buds, like some kind of frightened animal, with round and bright tea-green eyes, carefully crossed the mani flowers, and took a look with his head.

It is about the dignity of the crown.

The female in military uniform turned her back to Evan, as if she hadn't noticed him lagging behind.

What a stupid bitch.

Not good, where are the bees coming from.

Evan immediately shook off the flower buds stuck to his hair, brushed off his robe, and calmly raised his feet to catch up.

After walking out of the path and climbing up the hillside, the Mai Nai flower field was left far behind.

Aslan waited for Evan to catch up, and couldn't help squinting: "Why are you holding your hands behind your back all of a sudden?"

Evan stood with his hands behind his back, his face paralyzed and shaking his head: "It's nothing, Major General."

In the golden field, when the wind blows, the flowers rustle.

With the index finger hidden behind the male's back, a small red and bright bag quietly bulged.

Arthur didn't go home, he had to go to the store in the apartment complex to buy some food and decorations for the summer festival.

Of course, maybe you can pick another gift.

Wedding gift.

Not too much for a wedding gift, that guy is still a young male.

Asselan glanced back quietly. The young and mature male was holding the honey jar with one hand and the other behind his back, calmly and calmly, with a solemn expression.

There are military females holding flowers and gifts coming and going around, most of them are senior military officers living in nearby apartments.

In twos and threes, in pairs, there were even many males. After Evan came to the Nightmare Bird Forest, it was the first time he saw so many males appearing on the street at the same time.

Unlike the taciturn ascetic monks in the underground palace who meditate all day long, the outside males are more lively, laughing, and have very different personalities. They hold hands with their partners and buy festival supplies for the summer festival.

Very lively.

Asselan quietly cut his hair through the window of the store to confirm that there is no big problem with his image.

When entering a street with people coming and going, it does not walk side by side with the male.

Moreover, Evan seemed to be very interested in the pictorials on the door. Every time he passed one, he would stay for a while. His tea-green eyes were deeply emotional, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Atherland straightened his cap and went into the shop.

The female soldier who was checking out had her scalp numb, subconsciously stood at attention and saluted, the shopping basket in her hand fell to the ground with a slap, and the food inside was scattered all over the floor.

Arthur Lane: "..."

"Carl, what's going on, my God, what are you doing standing there... Hey, Major General Arthur?"

The doctor's face poked out from behind Karl, seeing the silver-haired purple eyes, the cold and majestic major general was taken aback for a moment, and then wanted to salute, but was stopped by the major general's gesture.

"During the celebration, don't be restrained."

"Yes, Major General."

Arthur Lan nodded, and glanced at the checkout area. The military female who had thrown the shopping cart aside casually, paused, silently closed her hands, and put the scattered shopping carts together.

The non-Zerg clerk serving in the supermarket was very confused: "Customer, let me do it, you don't need to tidy up."

Jun female: "It's okay, it's okay, I'll do it, I'll do it."

Arthur felt that there were a lot of soldiers in the nearby area, and there was a problem with apartment allocation. He silently picked out a shopping cart and entered the supermarket. Karl's tense body relaxed and he let out a long breath.

The doctor beat Carl's chest muscles: "You are too worthless, why are you so cowardly?"

Carl had no choice but to thump his chest, and muttered in a low voice, "That's Arthur Timothy, my lord."

Evan waited until Aselan entered the store, heaved a sigh of relief, raised his finger to look carefully, the fingertip was stung by a bee, it was red, swollen, painful and itchy.

Evan's face was paralyzed, pretending to be indifferent.

After all, as the Crown Prince, his mental power is strong enough to cover the entire isolated island, but he is just a mere bee.

It really hurts.

Halfway through his thoughts, Evan couldn't help sucking his fingers quietly, but the feeling didn't get better.

It seems that summer also has its disadvantages.

The two-meter-tall older female saw a young male wearing a traditional robe sucking his fingers, and she kindly gave him a few candies she bought for her cub.

"Sir, what are you sitting here?"

Evan put his hands down, clasped his hands in front of him naturally, his robe drooped and folded, he raised his head indifferently, with a serious tone: "Hello, I am inspecting my people."

The older female groaned, smiled, and encouraged: "Okay, then you can continue to patrol, eat more sweets, and don't forget the school homework at the summer festival."

Evan watched the older female leave, chewing candy, inexplicable.

Why write homework.

What is the assignment.

As high-level as it sounds, it's probably as hard a job as being crowned.

Evan looked back, a gust of wind blew by, and the pictorial posted on the store door was not fixed properly and fell down.

Sisley Ann.

The second Crown Prince of the Eye of the Storm has been in office for a total of 110 years. Among all the Crown Princes, he spent the longest time meditating alone, so long that he forgot how to speak.

Evan followed the pictorial.

When the wind stopped, the pictorial landed in front of a flower shop.

Evan squatted down and touched the pictorial with his fingers.

A beautiful little brown leather boot happened to step on the edge of the pictorial, a silver bell rang in his ear, and there was a very faint smell of tobacco.

"Kredo, is this the Cuiwei Plain? It's not a novelty at all. It's not as interesting as racing wild bees in the desert."

There was no unnecessary expression on Evan's face, but he was not unhappy either. He raised his eyes to remind: "Illustrated."

"Hey, here's a male cub."

The owner of the little leather boots was a young male wearing a painted fur vest, with a silver bell in his hand, and an astonishingly beautiful face.

He was surrounded by four or five Zerg tribes over [-] meters tall, dressed in foreign lands, reticent and silent, like iron towers.

Evan didn't know anyone except Kledor.

But that's not important, the little leather boots didn't mean to be opened, so Evan had to emphasize again: "You stepped on the pictorial."

The male tilted his head, bent down, and smiled: "Oh."

Lifting the little leather boots, she stepped straight on the pictorial, leaving a not-so-deep footprint.

Evan was taken aback.

The light golden thread of mental power and the thread of spiritual power released by the foreign male insect briefly touched, and the other party's thoughts in an instant were like a blank whiteboard that could not be covered, clearly.

Evan's eyes were slightly darker. He lowered his eyelashes, carefully wiped the pictorial clean, rolled it up, and said to the back of the male insect.

"Although you won't encounter male insects with too strong mental power on this street, you should understand that this is not allowed by the law if you let out the thread of mental power and touch other insects' thinking unscrupulously."

The back of the male worm paused, and a trace of surprise flashed across its beautiful face.

He turned around, his black eyes were as deep as black jade, and he stared at Evan, with a slight smile on his lips.

"You can see the threads of my spiritual power."

The thread of mental power of this male is as strong as when Evan was ten years old, but Evan is now 19 years old.

He looked at the males who were taller than him, and received the hostility from the male fans and the extremely tall females towards him.

Seems dangerous, but it's far from anything.

Evan handed the pictorial to the florist who came out wiping his apron: "The wind blew it off, please use something that can be fixed."

The flower shop owner let out an ah, and took the pictorial with a dull expression.

There was no expression on Evan's face.

"There are also speculations about the eye of the storm, liar, magic stick, or other names. It doesn't matter if you think he doesn't exist."

"No bugger will blame you for this."

"And what you think of as the eye of the storm is obscene and dirty, like the sewer where snakes and rats live, stinking and full of corrupt and depraved imaginations."

"It doesn't matter to me, it doesn't matter at all."

"But just now, you did say [Stupid Male and His Stupid Pictorial] in your mind, right?"

The expression of the male insect did not change, and there were already army females walking over with frowning eyebrows, but he was not afraid, it was just strange how the male insect detected his thoughts.

It obviously looks very ordinary, and barely looks good, but the thread of mental power is not visible at all, it is just a very weak male insect.

Wilbur raised his eyebrows, looked at the worms around him, folded his arms, leaned over and sneered, "Peeping at my thoughts? Brat, don't think you're a male worm, I won't dare to touch you."

The other females stepped forward, staring at each other.

Evan stood there holding the honey pot, expressionless: "I need you to apologize for this."

Kredo recognized Evan, so he hurried to Wilbur's side, and said to Wilbur, "Master Wilbur, this male knows Arthurian Timothy, so don't provoke him."

"provoke?"

Wilbur looked at the surrounding residents and snorted coldly, just right, let him be a witness.

He intends to use his mental strength to teach this ignorant brat a lesson. The worms of the empire are long-winded, but in the wild bee desert, the strong always come first, and the weak have no right to speak.

Because he was strong enough, Wilbur tamed many females, and he had a lot of fans. Females like Keledo who reluctantly came, didn't like to drag them out and beat them to death.

Wilbur decided to kill Cleddo as soon as he got back to the Bumblebee Desert, but now it was time to teach the defiant brat a lesson.

The silver mental power is like a stream of water, rushing towards the short male.

Where the residents can't see, the thread of spiritual power is like a blade, intending to attack the lake of mental power of the male insect.

The thread of mental power is cut, but it can't be cut.

Evan blinked.

The pale golden silk thread slowly escaped from the lake of mental power, as if he was very reluctant to work, and was entwined with the silver spiritual thread lukewarmly.

Then break violently.

"what!"

Wilbur let out a scream, clutching his head in pain.

The female fan of his frowned, and was about to grab Evan's collar, and the pale golden thread of spiritual power quietly climbed up the fan's ankle.

Evan didn't have time to make a move.

Suddenly, I heard a loud "major general" from the passer-by.

The silver-haired and purple-eyed officer walked through the crowd with a bagful of food and flowers. His expression was cold, and his eyes moved slightly when he saw Evan's red and swollen fingers holding the honey pot.

"What happened to the finger?"

Evan didn't want to say it was a bee sting: "..."

Suddenly, Arthur looked at the female who wanted to do something, straightened his military cap, and put down the items he bought.

"What did you do?"

He slowly showed a kind smile to Wilbur and his party.

Evan: "..." No, Major General.

The author has something to say: there will be a surprise tomorrow

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