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

Chapter 59

The furniture in the house is brand new, from large cabinets to small nail clippers, all designed by famous designers.

Although it was a temporary renovation, it was well organized.

Aslan can do what she can, hoping that Evan can live more comfortably.

He explained the reason for his visit to Huaili. Huaili was standing at the door, only slightly backed away, with abyss-like eyes, the cold wind whistling, worried that the intruder had other intentions.

Atherland simply avoided him and went in.

The room is large, the desk is two meters wide, behind which Evan sits alone, like a black piece of wood.

He was thin, quiet, with a sullen face, pursed lips, and an indifferent expression.

Not tall at all, but wearing a very heavy clothes, every move has to be considered.

Asselan stopped when he was three meters away, then took a step forward, bowed and saluted.

"Your Majesty."

Evan put down his pen: "What's the matter?"

He quietly sat forward a little bit, but it was useless. There was a table in the middle, as if in "The No. [-] Bug Ship", which separated the poor painter from the rich female.

But no Zerg knew about the relationship except themselves.

The incense exudes a sweet smell in the room, like peaches, or mani flowers, there should be ingredients of mani flowers.

Evan felt his heart was warm, but his fingertips were trembling, as if soaked in ice water in the cold winter.

The fine, needle-like pain was transmitted from the fingertips to the heart, and the feelings locked in the small box jumped up.

Evan found that he didn't have to take it lightly, and even felt a little strangely unwilling.

Of course, that feeling only came out a little, and the cruel reality harvested his life.

Yes, life, so what was more important than what he had to do?

Evan closed the diary, waiting for Arthur to speak.

"Master Yao wants me to show you the Forest of Nightmare Birds."

Arthur Lan stood up straight, without any emotional opening, he appeared to be more ruthless than Evan, his lavender eyes were as calm as a mirror, and anyone who saw him would praise him for his calmness in front of the crown.

Evan stroked the quill with his fingertips, and refused: "No, I'm familiar with this place."

Atherland said: "Do you need to meet the commanders of the various garrisons? I know they all want to see you."

This is a good proposal, and Evan became interested. He tapped his toes on the ground and turned around: "That's good."

"Your Majesty, where do you want to meet them? AI Chenxi has set limited access here, and the permission needs to be opened by His Majesty the Emperor."

This is not easy to solve. Evan thought for a while, looked at Huaili, and stood up: "I think, I can go out and meet them."

Arthur Lan bowed and said respectfully: "The commanders are waiting in the round ball."

In this regard, Priest Yao has more political experience than the monks. The environment of the underground palace is simple, and the class division is not as strict as the outside world. Most Zerg have no political experience.

They go straight to the point without delving into the deep meaning behind every command.

But after Priest Yao knew about the restriction order, he immediately contacted the Nightmare Bird resident commander who had a close relationship with Evan through Sog.

Obviously, the royal family does not want His Majesty to have contact with the commander alone, so it is very necessary for Evan to chat with them.

The identity of the crown prince is more like a baby holding a dangerous weapon. He is weak in limbs, weak and thin, but his fingers are still firmly holding the destroy button as the only deterrent.

Priest Yao will make every relationship play its due role.

After all, Evan's status sounds unattainable, but he actually holds very little political power.

While thinking, Evan walked out from behind the desk and stepped on the carpet with a very soft voice.

The gently drooping robe swayed and passed Atheran's eyes. The cloth brushed against the back of his hand, it was thin and delicate, and he grasped it subconsciously.

Evan felt a slight resistance and turned his head.

Arthur didn't let go of the fingers that hooked the fabric, and looked straight at Evan, waiting for Evan to reprimand or punish him.

But the male just looked back quietly, and then frowned slightly aggrieved as if he had been bullied.

Huaili came over with the ointment in his hands, and said calmly, "Before I leave, can I apply the medicine for you?"

Evan struggled a little and pulled out his sleeves. He was both alienated and polite to Huaili, and respect was as important as indifference.

"I can do it myself."

Evan said to Huaili: "You can make phone calls, write letters, or go out for a stroll, but if you want to take off your robe, I will tell Priest Yao, and no one will stop you."

Huaili was speechless, and retreated obediently.

The male worm walked past him, followed by the silver-haired army female. His unique aura and sense of danger showed that he was equally powerful.

Huaili looked at him thoughtfully.

The feelings of females are always very subtle, not to mention that the crown has never been good at disguising, he can't even lie.

After Mianxia left, Huaili put on the hood and walked to the last room.

There was a knock on the door.

Priest Yao's entourage opened the door, and the ascetic monks who were not on duty were silently meditating in the living room.

Huaili walked through the ascetic monk and walked to the bedroom. The door was not closed. Priest Yao was looking at the forest outside the window. His breath was long and deep, unpredictable.

Huai Li lowered his eyes and saluted. There was no need to hide from the ascetic monks, so he straightforwardly explained his intentions: "Will Your Majesty enter into a new marriage?"

It sounded more like a slight question than a question.

No matter how obedient a female is, she can't help matters related to interests.

Losing one's identity, right of inheritance, and becoming the crowned female ruler is of course the next choice, so having a male ruler together is undoubtedly worse than worse.

Priest Yao frowned: "No."

"But the officer who appeared today..."

Priest Yao sneered: "He is not even willing to sacrifice you, a power-for-money female."

This high-cold priest has always treated the Zerg race outside the underground palace without any pretense, and was too lazy to be submissive: "You don't complain about sacrificing your family, but complain that Sissel didn't care enough for you. What's the reason, because you are pitiful?"

Priest Yao indifferently rolled up his robe sleeves: "No need to complain, no need to resent, I promised Sissel that when he does one thing, I will let you leave the underground palace completely."

Huai Li raised his head suddenly, Huai Li turned around calmly, there was no trace of ridicule or sarcasm in his eyes.

There is only the calm before the storm.

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Outside the window, the sun is like fire.

The golden sunlight shines through the glass windows, casting solid shadows.

Evan sat on the steps, stretched out one hand flatly, and there were still two left on his face!Fingerprints, as if someone pinched it hard.

Asselan took the ointment and squatted in front of Evan: "Wipe off the medicine to make you unhappy, can I eat you?"

Evan couldn't help kicking him, and whispered coldly: "I am Your Majesty."

With a blank expression on his face, Asselan pinched the male's red palm.

Evan sullenly pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, tears almost rolled out.