Zerg Survival Record

The polite Lan Yin got what he wanted and kept talking while touching the wings.

"So beautiful! These must be the most beautiful wings I've ever seen!"

"Brother Xiruier, I'm so envious that you're a female insect and have such beautiful wings."

"I don't know if there's sex reassignment surgery in this world. What if I..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Cyril say coldly: "No."

This is truly the weather in July and the heart of a female insect.

Lan Yin touched his wings and thought aimlessly.

Cyril's wings looked like those of a butterfly, so no matter how you touched them, you wouldn't feel any pain.

On the contrary, Lan Yin had to worry that Cyril would suddenly get nervous, causing his wings to become hard and sharp, and then cut his hands, which would not be a good thing.

Fortunately, Cyril had strong self-control. After enduring for about ten minutes, he said, "Is it okay?"

Hearing this, Lan Yin felt that it would be impolite to continue touching her, so she reluctantly withdrew her hand, not forgetting to ask, "Can you touch me for a little longer next time?"

The cool and smooth touch is really nostalgic.

Cyril smiled: "There won't be a next time."

The snow-white thin wings disappeared into the air in the next second.

Lan Yin zipped him up with great regret and said, "Do you know anyone else with beautiful wings?"

Cyril's smile became even brighter and more brilliant: "I don't know."

Lan Yin felt that he was angry.

This guy is a leader after all. He never shows his emotions and is very cunning. It is impossible for him to let others easily detect his emotions, unless he deliberately lets Lan Yin feel it.

Lan Yin decided to give him a nickname, Angry Brother.

The pufferfish is so cute, Cyril doesn't deserve it right now!

"That's such a pity!" Lan Yin sighed, and took several steps back until he touched the sofa. He fell backwards and collapsed straight on the sofa.

There was a sofa next to him, and the silver-haired beauty sat sideways, looking at him with a pair of green eyes focused.

Lan Yin didn't know what was so good about it. It wasn't a credit point. This guy was looking at it all the time. How could he see a flower?

He felt sick at being looked at so much that he could only kindly remind him, "Senior Brother Xi Ruier, aren't you busy?"

Brother, you are the commander of the legion, why are you still hanging out with him? Can't you find something to do on your own?

Of course, Lan Yin didn't hate Cyril, but he still said that he didn't want to do anything under the noses of these Zerg.

It's okay for a while, but if it's like this all day long, even lovers can't stand it.

After all, we can be clingy, but we can't be without our own space.

"Not busy." Cyril glanced at him and said, "I finished my work while you were sleeping."

Perhaps fearing that the excitement wasn't enough, he added, "The voyage will be handled by the bugs themselves. My main mission is to protect you."

Lan Yin was not so arrogant as to think that he was invincible and did not need Cyril's protection.

Based on instinct and strength, perhaps no one can hurt him at the first time.

But what if the other party uses drugs and technology?

Lan Yin didn't know if he had a strong resistance to drugs or if he could withstand the rocket cannon with his body.

With Cyril by his side, he can avoid many dangers.

Lan Yin had no choice but to compromise, but still couldn't help but say something: "Are you talking about personal protection?"

"That's right." Cyril curled his lips: "Didn't you see I moved the game cabin here?"

This is similar to "I brought the bed here".

Lan Yin had to accept the fact that he would have to be inseparable from Cyril for a week.

He closed his eyes almost wearily, feeling very depressed.

But the next second, he opened his eyes.

"Let's go play the game cabin."

The way he adjusted his emotions was astonishing, and I had no idea how he got to this point.

But his spirit of enjoying things even if he can't refuse them is still admirable.

At least Cyril looked at him deeply at first, then his brows relaxed and he smiled: "Okay."

At the same time, on the Imperial Capital Star.

On the throne, long hair with a hint of green in black flowed down, and his black eyes were indifferent, with a hint of golden-green light.

There was absolutely no warmth in his eyes, and even though he was as handsome as a god, it couldn't change the abyss-like coldness and oppression.

"His Majesty."

Your Highness, an elderly Zerg suddenly spoke.

"A large number of alien species attacked the border guarded by the Third Legion. They advanced and retreated in an orderly manner, not lingering for long, as if they were being directed by someone behind the scenes."

It was almost like saying there was a traitor in the Third Legion.

The Insect Emperor picked up the urgent report from his desk, which had been delivered at noon. He had already read it beforehand, and now he carefully reviewed it again before saying, "You are simply dissatisfied with the status quo and want some benefits, but you don't know how to plot with the alien species. You are undoubtedly seeking your own death."

His voice was calm and emotionless, yet very authoritative.

Every word made the insect nervous, fearing that the wrath of thunder would strike and kill it without a burial place.

"I wonder what Your Majesty means?" The old Zerg knew what was going on, but he still needed the Insect Emperor's explicit instructions before he could proceed.

The Insect Emperor's black eyes were sharp and ruthless: "Since you betrayed the empire for profit, there is no need to spare your life. Find out and execute them all, and exile your family to the mineral planet to atone for your sin."

If not, I am afraid that betrayal of the empire will become even more rampant.

"And those alien species that challenge the Empire's majesty will also pay the same price." The Insect Emperor looked at the elderly Zerg and said, "Lord Norton, the latest bullets developed by the research institute have a lethality rate of over 50% against alien species. Allocate a batch to the Second and Fourth Legions."

Norton was shocked. This meant that the Second and Fourth Legions would cross the border into the area managed by the Third Legion.

In other words, the Third Legion has lost the trust of the Insect Emperor, and the Second and Fourth Legions are going to control this legion and replace a wave of insects from top to bottom.

"Your Majesty, this matter is of great importance. You..."

The Insect Emperor interrupted him, his tone cold, "Lord Norton, there's no need to say more. The Zerg has never lacked loyal and powerful warriors. Since they've failed in their duties, how can they have the nerve to hold high positions and enjoy the power that comes with them? Sparing their lives is already a mercy."

Norton hesitated to speak.

The Insect Emperor added, "Besides, they may not be innocent in this matter."

He slapped the report on the imperial desk and said, "While this matter has just begun, we must resolve it swiftly and decisively to prevent it from causing a disaster in the future."

After the Insect Emperor said this, he didn't want to discuss this matter with Norton anymore.

Norton is old and soft-hearted, no longer as cynical as he used to be. He keeps trying to smooth things over with the Insect Emperor, wanting to protect this one and that one as well.

The Insect Emperor felt somewhat disgusted, but he also knew that such a minister could not compete with him for power.

Besides, as a bug, he is selfish. If his beloved generals commit crimes, there will be a bug here who speaks up.

So even though Norton is old, as the head of the five executives, his position is the most stable.

"Cyril is coming back." The Insect Emperor suddenly said this.

Norton was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to react. He said in a difficult voice, "Will that person come too?"

After he asked the question, he felt that he had said something nonsense.

Legion Commander Cyril is the cousin of His Majesty the Insect Emperor, and they have a close relationship. He is considered one of His Majesty's confidants.

He is stationed at the border and is almost like the eyes of the Insect Emperor.

If it wasn't something urgent, he wouldn't be called back.