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

Chapter 45

Office on the third floor.

The cigarette in Sal's mouth trembled up and down. He stretched out his hand to pinch the cigarette butt and exhaled the smoke: "What kind of insect is that? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Looking down from the window on the third floor, a group of Zerg in gray hooded robes walked into the green shade and disappeared among the dense trees.

Accompanying him was the Commander's Guard Captain Il, this formation was a bit too serious.

There are no signs or symbols on the robe, and it is extremely plain and ordinary.

The subordinate held the text that needed to be signed, and took a look with his head: "Uh, major general, I don't know, but Commander Andrew seems to have received them personally."

Thrall squeezed the cigarette butt: "The commander received it, what kind of insect is so big, it can't be the emperor who came down."

The subordinate has been in the Nightmare Bird Forest for many years, and he is very familiar with the commander's temper: "Certainly not, if His Majesty is coming, Commander Andrew may not necessarily greet him in person."

"That's true," Sal said.

Major General Saar was recently suspended and served as a bodyguard next to the little prince. On the surface it was a punishment, but in fact he was getting the best of the best.

But according to the observation of his subordinates, his chief completely ignored the commander's intentions, and the favorability value with His Royal Highness the little prince is still very low.

The subordinate held the document and said cautiously: "Major General, you and His Royal Highness the little prince..."

Thrall raised his eyes, his eyes were like knives, and after silently taking the last puff, he let out a long breath: "Your Highness, the little prince, may not like me."

The subordinate comforted: "Major General, didn't the little prince give you a video call just now?"

Thrall put out the cigarette and looked at his subordinates strangely: "It's working time now, I didn't answer it."

Subordinate: "Then you can send a message to His Royal Highness to explain the reason."

Thrall groaned, opened the terminal and sent a message to the little prince.

The subordinates are concerned about the marital issues of the chief: "What did you post?"

Thrall closed the terminal: "I copied the "Nightmare Bird Forest Army Female Office Regulations" to him, and specially circled the last item [Private communication is prohibited during working hours], so he should be able to understand it."

After finishing speaking, Sal lighted another cigarette deeply, tsk tsk: "What do you think the little prince doesn't like about me?"

Subordinate: "...Well, Major General, I'm going to deliver the documents first."

Sal waved his hand: "Go."

Aselan is not at the military headquarters today, Thrall has a lot to do, and he only has a short time to spare.

In summer, cicadas sing and birds sing, warblers fly and grass grows.

The sky was still clear in the morning, but in the afternoon, the sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds and the rain was pouring. Sal, who could still smoke in the office in the morning, suddenly became very busy.

Commander Andrew couldn't be contacted, and he didn't answer the video call.

The exchange team in the Wild Bee Desert lost the game, and rushed to leave like a dog bitten, but Thrall was not ordered not to let go.

If you don't release the worms and don't give a pass, the other party will yell anxiously and make trouble in the office.

"I have nothing to say, and you have no right to detain me."

Angor's face turned pale, she was purely pissed off, this military female named Saar was completely out of her mind.

He brought all the initial entry documents, entry and exit permits, temporary residence permits, and temporary registration documents, and he could leave as long as he stamped them, but the secretary said he had no authority.

Kicked him to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs said that this matter requires written approval from the Chief of the First Military Region, and asked him to find the person in charge.

The person in charge took a round, Andrew was not there, Arthur was on duty, and the only one who could make decisions on the exchange team in the entire first district was the suspended Thrall.

The suspension mentioned by the commander is a suspension in a narrow sense. In a broad sense, Thrall is still a major general, so he was recruited by the secretary to deal with Angel.

It was the second time Angel saw this major general, and he had a bad impression.

Jun Nu's face was cold, she signed the document behind the desk, holding the black gilt pen in her bony hand, she stopped writing without raising her eyelids.

"Special Envoy Angor, as long as you have the seal of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, of course I will not disagree."

Angel took a sip of tea, trying to suppress his anger.

If he didn't know... that His Majesty was here, he wouldn't be in such a hurry to leave.

These bums, idiots, stupid imperial pigs.

After killing Sal a hundred times in his head, Angel gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger: "I repeat, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs requires your seal and approval document before it will be stamped."

Saar held a pen and sat behind his desk to draw tanks, without any intention of embarrassing him at all: "There is no chapter, I can't give you approval here, this is a rule."

"Major General, as long as you give me the approval, I will have a seal."

"I can't give you an approval without a seal. This is the rule."

Angel stood up suddenly, his face livid: "You are fooling me, I want to see your commander."

Thrall leaned back: "Then you go."

Angor was so angry that he couldn't stand still. If he could find Andrew, would he still be talking to a major general?

These stupid imperial pigs!

The female behind Angor was indignant, and after several provocations, she wanted to do it directly. Thrall put down the pen, calm on the surface, but very excited inside.

Without Aselan, playing against these big men is also very enjoyable.

When the sword was on the verge of breaking out, the door was suddenly knocked lightly twice.

"Major General," the subordinate probed his head, glanced inside, and stood at the door: "Someone is looking for Special Envoy Angel."

Thrall's wings almost opened, and he retracted reluctantly, his face was stinky, and he frowned: "Who?"

Angel also looked at the door, and the military female who was holding the document turned sideways, letting out the worm in the gray hooded robe behind her.

"Angel?"

The hood conceals the features, revealing only the contoured lips and chin.

Judging by her height and pace, she should be a military female from the army.

Angel couldn't help shaking from the moment he saw the gray robe, and his face was extremely terrifying. Before Thrall could react, the misty strands of mental power filled the room.

Can't see the thread of mental power is as thick as liquid, hindering his breathing.

The female worm standing next to Angel obeyed the instructions and rushed towards the gray-robed female worm.

Angel's transparent wings spread, breaking the window and trying to fly away.

The gray-robed female did not move at all, and seemed to laugh slightly under the hood.

Thrall and the gray-robed female worm shot at the same time.

The silver light was like lightning, but in the blink of an eye, the female worm pounced on the gray robe was knocked aside by Sal. The two sides fought, and Thrall held down the hammers of the four female worms, and there was still power left.

Angor's eyes were wide open, and he flew out of the window. When he turned around, his body remained by the window.

Blood spurted, the torso fell to the ground, and the head fell on the green belt and rolled.

The wind blew up the robe, and the female worm retracted her long sword. Her slender and sharp wings were gathered docilely behind her back, swaying and vibrating slightly.

The whole room smelled of blood, and the desks and bookshelves were splattered with blood.

Thrall was dumbfounded.

The gray-robed female turned her head, put her finger on her lips, and said gently, "Don't worry, he's already dead."

Sal's face was livid, he dropped the stunned female, drew his gun and pointed at him: "Put down the weapon, or I'll shoot."

The bullet fell to the feet of the gray-robed female without warning. The female was stunned for a moment, took a step back, and explained: "Please don't get me wrong, Commander Andrew will explain to you."

This major general is too tiger.

The voice fell, and the number that had been showing as unreachable lit up. Thrall stared at the gray-robed female and connected the communication.

"Commander Andrew."

The voice over there was weary, but stern: "Put the gun down."

Thrall hesitated: "Put it down, but he's a bug killer... huh? You know I drew the gun?"

I can see it clearly from the building next door." General Andrew paused, lowered his voice, his voice was deep and deep: "Don't talk nonsense, the gray robe comes from the eye of the storm, Thrall. "

Thrall fell into a daze for an instant, and slowly lowered the gun in doubt.

After the terminal communication ended, the mouth of the gray-robed female worm frowned, and then said: "There will be worms to deal with the follow-up, this major general."

Silver Hanfeng took back his robe, the female gave a slight salute, and left silently as when she came.

Before leaving, he kindly closed the round mouths of his subordinates.

Thrall's eyes were very sharp, and he vaguely saw the words "Huai" and "Sen" on the exposed sword. He looked at the back of the gray robe, looked straight at the mess in the room, and cursed: "Fuck!" He's too ruthless."

Combat with cold weapons can be so fierce, and the speed of the outbreak is so fast, similar to that of Aselan.

The subordinate was speechless for a moment and asked, "Major General, what should we do with the exchange team?"

Thrall wiped the blood from his face: "How do I know what to do, wait for the commander's order."

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At night, I finally got busy.

The stars and the moon hang together in the dark blue night sky.

Sal came out from the meeting, exhausted physically and mentally, walked to the parking lot, packed up and went home to rest.

The terminal beeped suddenly, indicating that there was a new communication request to access.

Sal raised his eyebrows, and after answering the call, he drove straight to the only bar in the Nightmare Bird Forest.

In the open-air bar on summer nights, vines and tall trees are set against each other, the music is melodious, and Zerg sitting and chatting can be seen everywhere.

Because there are many army females in the town, and there are also many military female families, and it is close to the polluted area, the females who drank alcohol one second may check out and go on missions the next second.

So the staff are not surprised by the fact that they wear military uniforms to the bar.

Thrall walked under the big tree and brushed aside the vines.

With a stinky face, Arthur lay on the sofa with his feet on the wooden coffee table, looking up at the stars.

Glancing at the table, he called to the crocodile waiter with a dragging tail: "Two cases of Mai Nai, please, two large plates of meat, and if there is good fruit wine, bring a case too."

The crocodile waiter took note of the request and ran away dragging his tail.

Thrall and Atherland grew up together, enlisted in the army together, named Enemy, and wrote as a child.

But the past two years have been too busy, and the two worms haven't had an appointment for four or five months. The wine was delivered quickly. He bit off the lid and touched Assellan.

The two worms raised their heads and drank it all in one go.

After finishing the drink, Asselan opened the second bottle in silence, and Sal also opened the second bottle and touched it.

It's not a problem to drink so much all the time, Thrall tried to chat: "Aren't you going home today? What about that little male?"

Arthur Lan's face was as deep as water, and his smile was cold: "Drinking can't stop your mouth."

Thrall was inexplicably stunned: "Did you quarrel with the male?"

Arthur: "Shut up."

The two boxes of Mai Nai flower wine were quickly consumed.

Arthur Lan's expression was still not happy, his slender fingers stroked the wine bottle, and his lips were tight.

Sal took off his military jacket and lay on the sofa, drunk and tired, after thinking about it, he was a little sad: "Hey, chasing males is too difficult."

Arthur Lan held the bottle in silence.

The silver-gray eyelashes hang down, casting two light shadows under the eyes.

He put down the wine bottle, lit a cigarette, and the flame flickered in his lavender eyes, showing that he was upset at the moment.

Sal drank too much, put his shoulders on his shoulders and chattered: "You said why the little prince doesn't like me."

Arthur Lan said indifferently: "Why else? You are too good as a female. Does the empire have a male worthy of you?"

Although he drank too much, Thrall still had his sanity, he was stunned when he heard this: "Really?"

The officer with silver hair and purple eyes was full of stars.

After a long while, he showed a faint smile and put out his half-smoked cigarette: "Of course it's true."

Thrall felt that Asselan was in a particularly bad state tonight, but he couldn't tell if he was drunk.

After drinking for most of the night, Thrall turned his head from drinking and drinking. Before getting drunk, he synthesized the known conditions and put forward a hypothesis: "Athelin Timothy, have you lost your love?"

He vaguely remembered a young male living in Atheran's house.

Sal's head is full of running Carlos, and they are everywhere. He can't catch any of them. The tall and strong military female is sad and sad. He finally caught one. He wanted to kiss him, but he was slapped twice. It was hot the pain.

Arthur Lan grabbed Thrall and slapped his face expressionlessly: "Wake up, don't fall down, go back."

Thrall was so drunk that he was completely unconscious.

Arthur Lan's face became even colder. He took a deep breath, grabbed Sal, and walked out with his shoulders.

When he arrived at the door, he saw the sweaty little prince Carlos riding a bicycle. After seeing Asselan and Thrall, he waved his hand and braked.

Both Arthuran and Sal smelled of alcohol, Carlos fanned the wind and patted the face of the big man, who was snoring lightly, drunk.

"Your Highness, why are you here?"

Carlos pointed to the terminal: "The positioning display of the big guy."

After Sal became the prince's guard, he lived next to Carlos and was very responsible.

Carlos went out to find a job, Sal pretended to be a customer and went to the park to relax, and he pretended to be a green plant.

Running, running is not pretending, but Sal was stubborn and dragged Carlos from the door of the homestay all the way to the edge of the town.

On the way back, Carlos abruptly let Carlos complete the whole journey.

Carlos was so tired that he threw up on the side of the road and lost his face, which made him hate Sal very much.

Thrall is a jerk, a jerk, a stinker.

Carlos rejected Sal at the beginning. He didn't need help, protection, or surveillance. On Sal.

Thrall was as motionless as a mountain, as if he didn't understand.

Follow the whistle or follow the whistle, exercise must be exercised. After a long time, Carlos feels that if he works together, he feels less flustered and error-prone.

Exercise in the morning is acceptable after you get used to it. If you watch too much, occasionally you will feel that the other party's silly look holding flowers is not annoying.

When Carlos returned to his room today, he found that Sal was not there.

After enduring it for about an hour and a half, Carlos turned on the positioning that had been set for his safety, and traced back to Thrall.

Then, just stop by and take a look when buying bread.

Aselan was still sensible, tilted his head and let out a sigh of alcohol, he reminded: "Your Highness, it's too late, you shouldn't stay outside."

Silver hair and fair skin, purple eyes dim.

The irritability was evident on the extremely outstanding face of the military female.

Carlos thinks the big guy with a cold face and not scary is cuter: "Then, I'll take him back."

Asselan said lightly: "I'll take you and Sal back. Sal's car has an identification certificate, and no one can drive it except him."

Carlos was ashamed, walked to Sal's suspension car, unlocked it easily, and opened the door: "Well, I have the certification, Major General Arthur, Sal lives next door to me, I'll take him back."

Aslan glanced at Thrall, who was sleeping like a pig, and suddenly felt a little delicate.

There is no reason for refusal.

After helping Thrall onto the suspension car, the little prince sat in the driver's seat and suddenly said to him: "By the way, Major General Arthur, do you want to exercise your body?"

Arthur looked back: "Exercising?"

Carlos didn't know whether he should say it or not, but he kept holding back, feeling that Evan might be going astray.

Whether it is a one-night stand with a military female, or going to a male with a special profession to complete his plan, it is very dangerous.

If there is no marriage constraint and no background, it is easy to cause trouble because of such things.

If you are accidentally coveted by some people with bad intentions, you may be quietly taken away and fall into a very terrible situation.

But Evan was not a persuasive worm at all. Carlos had no way to change his mind, so he had to go back to Major General Arthurland.

"Yes, exercise." Carlos glanced at Sal, because after all, it was a leak of privacy. Although Evan didn't ask for secrecy, the less worms know, the better.

Carlos unlocked the safety mode and got off the suspension car.

He stood opposite Aslan and asked tentatively: "Major General, do you know that Evan has a plan."

When Asselan heard the name, he frowned, and the irritability on his face turned into a very gloomy one.

But he is still calm, his brows and eyes are colder than the moonlight, and his tone is slightly raised: "Schedule?"

Carlos spoke with difficulty: "Uh, yes, I just found out, he has a, uh... a very strange schedule, which lists some plans, like kissing, falling in love, first experience and so on... "

Arthur Lan's face was getting colder and colder, almost covered with a layer of frost.

He interrupted Carlos with an extremely indifferent tone.

"I'm not interested, sorry, Your Highness."

The female turned and left, her steps were steady, without any hesitation.

Carlos stopped him: "Major General, your name is all on it."

The back of the female worm suddenly paused.

Carlos walked a few steps quickly, walked around to Arthur, and said solemnly: "I know what I said seems to be very pornographic, but I swear it's not that pornographic."

"Evan's plan is followed by your name. Although it has been blotted out, things like quills will leave sunken marks when scratched on the paper, and the word "Atherland" written in ancient insect language is really very beautiful. Easy to admit."

Carlos spoke very fast, for fear that Arthur would leave if something went wrong.

"Anyway, I guess, Evan wants to do these things with you, although I don't know why he changed his mind and asked me how to have sex..."

"He looked a little distracted."

"Uh, major general, I guess Evan wanted to have sex because he had a fight with you."

Carlos struggled to enunciate: "If not, if you like him too, Evan's plan... is basically related to big breasts and ass, major general, you can exercise, it should be completely fine."

After not seeing the female for a long time, Carlos raised his eyes that were extremely ashamed because of the leak.

The female worm looked at him coldly.

"Go away."

The words are cold and the attitude is extremely bad.

Carlos swears that he has never been so fierce by a female insect in his life. He subconsciously moves away, and the female insect passes by, taking away a gust of cold wind.

Carlos was angry.

Originally thought that Aslan was Evan's cohabitation partner, at least it would prevent him from doing this.

It seems that only Carlos himself guided by insinuating.

The little prince who had been beaten up was so angry and depressed, he kicked away several small stones at his feet, and walked towards the suspension car full of depression.

Just two steps away, the sound of pattering footsteps suddenly approached.

Carlos felt a chill in his heart and was forced to turn around. He was startled and broke his voice: "What are you doing!"

The female let go of her hand, looked at Carlos quietly, and said, "Thank you."

Carlos was so angry that he wanted to kill the insects. As a prince, he came to the Forest of Nightmare Birds and turned on a strange switch. The military females in this place are all sick. After the female insects finished speaking, they left without looking back.

Running too fast, Carlos couldn't react.

"Hey, major general, don't you drive?"

The female probably didn't have the chance to hear this sentence, Carlos looked at his slightly hasty back, and muttered: "What's wrong."

The night is thick.

Arthur Lan was full of energy, and washed his face at the tap on the side of the road to get rid of the smell of alcohol.

Most of the surrounding shops were closed, and he couldn't find anything he wanted to buy home.

But if you need something to start the conversation, it would be very embarrassing not to bring anything.

Without driving, Arthur went to the mall to buy some clothes, which were suitable for summer. The approximate size should not be wrong, and male insects should be able to wear them.

Originally, I said last time that I would take him to buy some clothes.

But it was too late after watching the movie, and there was always no time afterwards, so the male insects kept wearing Atherland's clothes, or wearing robes.

After paying the bill, Asselan thought about it, went to the movie section and bought a poster of "Bug Ship No. [-]", and went downstairs to buy some energy-rich vegetables.

After getting on the appointed self-driving suspension car, after entering the address, the car started to drive, and 15 minutes later, it stopped at the suspension vehicle station near the apartment.

Asselan got out of the car with the things he had bought. On the way, he was still thinking about what to say.

At least you can't be very eager at the beginning, and you must be persuasive and tricky to spy on the male's thoughts.

There were so many thoughts in Arthur's mind, and when he finally stood at the door, he didn't know what to say.

He filtered all the conditions, and in the end, only a short sentence remained on his lips.

Similar to a confession.

Similar to retention.

He stood at the door and pushed it open.

The room was pitch black, and the evening breeze blew, and the gauze curtains moved slightly, bringing the tranquility of summer night.

Turn on the light, and the house is the same as before.

But the slippers at the door are gone.

The author has something to say: the second update is at 12 o'clock.

1551 was reading a romance novel recently and thought I was so cute, so he couldn't help pushing it quietly.

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