Zerg Survival Record

Sometimes, covering your eyes doesn’t mean you can forget what you saw before.

Lan Yin felt that he was wrong. He underestimated the degree of rejection between the two female insects, which turned a duet dance into a competition of who steps on whose foot first.

The exquisite and powerful steps, the straight and upright waist, and the expression so cold that it could give the other person a look of mourning.

Not to mention dancing, even marching to review the ceremony would cause insect infestation.

Lan Yin patted the real fun-maker beside him—the great Legion Commander Cyril—and said, "How about you stay here and supervise them while I go back to sleep."

It is now eight o'clock in the morning in interstellar time, and we will arrive at the Imperial Capital Star around two o'clock in the afternoon.

In the universe, there is no distinction between day and night.

Interstellar time evolved simply by taking into account the time on the Imperial Capital Star and calculating the different flow rates.

Cyril grabbed his arm and said, "Together."

Although everything has returned to normal, there is no guarantee that some bugs will not take risks and try to seize the last chance.

Then Lan Yin, who is left alone, is facing danger alone.

Lan Yin accepted his kindness and couldn't help but say something mean: "I thought you were reluctant to leave the fun here."

Cyril lightly touched his round earlobe with his fingertips and saw with satisfaction that his ear shrank, and then the whole insect glared at him angrily.

"Okay, I know you're going to accuse me of having no sense of boundaries, but you agreed to this yourself. I can touch your ears," Cyril said confidently. "Besides, your reaction is so funny, how could I not tease you?"

Lan Yin clenched his fists, wanting to teach Cyril a lesson, but considering that his armor rank was only platinum, he had to give up this tempting idea with resentment.

He unclenched his fist and said, "The game console is broken, but Ashtar said he would compensate for it."

So don't even think about getting a single credit point from him.

Cyril laughed at that and pulled the angry male out of the hall.

He walked over and coaxed, "Okay, let him compensate me. I have many of the latest game consoles at home. You can try them slowly when the time comes. I heard that they give you a different experience."

Lan Yin wanted to shake his hand off, but after hearing this, she couldn't help but ask, "Can I stay at your house when I go to the Imperial Capital Star?"

Cyril said, "Of course. You must learn how to use your mental power from my father."

"But..." He also told Lan Yin: "The Empire will also arrange accommodation for you. I wonder if you have any requirements?"

Lan Yin said without hesitation: "It's close to your home, so you can go and ask Teacher Korlik for advice at any time."

Cyril pretended to be disappointed: "It turns out it was just for my father."

Lan Yin rolled her eyes at him and said, "After you send me off, you still have to return to the border. Can you really just leave the Sixth Legion alone?"

Cyril laughed: "So you can't bear to leave me either."

Lan Yin said: "Of course, after all, I have very few familiar insects."

Cyril felt a little uncomfortable for a moment, and he began to doubt himself about sending Lan Yin to the Imperial Capital Star.

He is loyal to the empire and the Insect Emperor, and regards where the sword points as the direction forward.

It is terrifying to feel resistance at this moment, even if it is only a little bit.

But he soon came to his senses and realized that Lan Yin had almost exposed his existence, and it would be harmful to him to stay in Yalandi.

It was time for him to appear openly, have a noble identity, and be respected by the insect people, instead of staying in the dark and disappearing quietly without being discovered by any insects.

Cyril felt pained whenever he thought of such an ending. He fell in love with this male insect and of course hoped that he could live among sunshine and flowers, even without him.

He forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, you'll make a lot of male insect friends on the Imperial Capital Star. If you really don't like it here, tell me after this is over, and I'll come pick you up again in my warship."

Cyril couldn't change the course of events, but there was no problem in leaving a way out for the male insect.

Lan Yin looked at him in surprise at first, then patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "You are such a good person. When I become rich in the future, I will definitely not forget you."

"That's the best." Cyril looked at it and smiled sincerely.

Some of the anxiety about the future disappeared into the air.

Lan Yin returned to room number six and really intended to go to sleep.

Just because he appeared relaxed throughout the night didn't mean he wasn't nervous and never let his guard down for a moment.

Fortunately, he has help.

Although Ashta and Bibiak were unreliable at first, once they were tamed, their subordinates also became his good helpers. They would do whatever he asked them to do and capture whoever he asked them to capture.

By the way, I don’t know what the result of the interrogation with Bibiak is. If he gets anything useful, this guy will be very proud.

He thought about this question and completely fell into a dream.

In the living room, Cyril connected to the Insect Emperor's communication.

"How is he?"

The Insect Emperor's cold face was as if other insects owed him credit points, and his words were like a gift to other insects.

Cyril thought that this guy was not likable, but just because he was a cricket in secret didn't mean he had to show it in public, unless the Insect Emperor took the initiative to harass him.

"Your Excellency is alright, you'll probably be fine after a good night's sleep."

It was difficult for Cyril to smile at this time, and his expression was a little dull.

The Insect Emperor would not blame him for being rude to him, but he would worry that something unpleasant might have happened to him, or that other disrespectful insects would take advantage of their seniority in front of him.

He asked: "What's wrong?"

Of course, Cyril couldn't tell him that he was worried about the male insect's future, otherwise the iron-blooded king would begin his long and tedious teaching, and the focus of the topic would be "devote more to the empire and pay less attention to the male insect whose beauty can deceive people."

Cyril sighed and mentioned another matter that worried Chong: "The second reconnaissance team hasn't returned yet. I'm worried that something has happened to them. I'll..."

The Insect Emperor interrupted him and said in a cold voice, "Send out Ashheta and his five escort teams. You cannot move. Stay by his side."

He looked at Cyril's worried expression and thought that he had raised him with too much responsibility, but that was enough.

The Insect Emperor's eyes softened slightly, and he said, "Cyril, trust me. I won't let those scoundrels run rampant in our territory. Just send him here with peace of mind. I'll take care of everything."

Cyril was somewhat moved. Compared to his male and female fathers, the Insect Emperor was more responsible for him. It could be said that everything he had was taught and granted by the Insect Emperor. Even if he dared to be dissatisfied with the Insect Emperor behind his back, it was because of the other party's indulgence.

Such privileges made it easy for him to feel guilty, especially since besides the feelings between them, there were also a lot of interests to consider.

They can't choose each other in every choice.