Zerg Survival Record

When a person is beautiful to a certain extent, even wearing a sack is a fashion.

But no matter who you meet, it will be inappropriate and you may even be scolded for being mentally ill.

Knowing what to wear for the occasion is a matter of courtesy, a sign of respect for the person you are meeting, and a way to reflect your personal cultivation and taste.

Having said so much, the most important thing is that the Insect Emperor is not someone Lan Yin can take lightly.

After a quick lunch, Lan Yin took a shower and was quickly dressed by the stylist.

He hadn't changed much, except for a hair treatment, some brows, and eyeliner.

If Lan Yin had not firmly refused and put on lipstick and foundation, people who didn’t know would have thought he was getting married!

He was unable to complain about the difficulties faced by the delicate boy, but after he had arranged his clothes, he looked like a decent human being.

This can be seen from two audience members.

Kaileser kept taking pictures of him and sent them to Xiongzhu who was working in the research institute.

Cyril stared at Lan Yin blankly for a long time, a trace of confusion flashed across his blue eyes, and finally he picked up the laptop to take a picture of him.

Lan Yin was quite patient with them. After the photo shoot was over, she reminded them, "We should go to the palace now. If we are late by accident, it will be terrible."

The reason why the Insect Emperor set the time in the afternoon was that he had no time in the morning.

He is the boss, and other people should follow his schedule, that's what they should do.

Lan Yin didn't complain, he just wanted to finish it as soon as possible.

No matter how much energy he had, he didn't want to meet the Insect Emperor. It was really a hassle.

"Okay, Cyril, you must take good care of Lan Yin." Kelesel sent them out.

When Lan Yin got in the car, he saw the military uniform on Xi Ruier and asked in confusion: "Are you going to the palace like this?"

Cyril was not driving at this time, and he and Lan Yin were sitting in the back seat.

He smiled and said, "I'm a military daughter, and I've been in and out of the palace since I was a child, so there's no need for me to be so particular."

Lan Yin revealed his thoughts: "If I become a military bug, can I also wear a military uniform in this kind of occasion?"

Cyril felt that Lan Yin was a little strange. Most male insects would want to dress themselves up as a flower, and go to see the Insect Emperor, the emperor who decides the fate of all insects.

Even if you don't flatter or please others, you should still leave a good impression on them.

If Lan Yin knew, he would say that he got his current treatment not because of his looks, but because of his rank.

If his level was low, no matter how good his face was, he would not be summoned by the Insect Emperor, or he would not receive treatment from the Sixth Legion.

But Cyril still said: "Okay, then you will be an Imperial Army Bug, so your status will naturally be different."

But it is very difficult for a male insect to join the army. At most, he can serve as a medic.

Fortunately, Lan Yin just said that and did not continue the topic, otherwise Cyril would have to find a way to help him.

Because it was obvious that Lan Yin was not going to be a medic.

Cyril's house was not far from the palace, and they arrived there in less than five minutes.

Lan Yin looked at the magnificent building complex in front of him. Although he didn't know what the situation was like inside, from the outside, it was still mainly European and American style, and such buildings had not been abandoned due to the times.

Moreover, although the Insect Emperor is a 3S-level female insect, the guards in the palace are very strict.

Even though they were still a long distance away from the palace where the Insect Emperor was, Lan Yin and the others had to get off the car and walk.

If he wasn't afraid that all his clothes would be destroyed, he would probably run fast on the palace road. With his speed, it would only take a few seconds for him to reach the destination.

But come to think of it, Cyril would probably stop him.

Then you can only give up this idea.

After all, he couldn't beat Cyril. If he was taken to see the Insect Emperor, it would be extremely embarrassing.

They passed through numerous walls and palaces and finally arrived at the place where the Insect Emperor usually handled matters.

The palace is so majestic and magnificent that it is difficult to describe in words. Every detail demonstrates power and glory.

Lan Yin looked at it and suddenly said, "It all smells like money."

Cyril was amused, but noticing that the attendants around him were listening to them, he coughed lightly and said, "Your Majesty is naturally rich."

Lan Yin took his hint and smiled brightly: "His noble character and charm also make us admire and follow him."

Although he was in awe, it was not much. After he finished speaking, his attention was drawn to the stone statue in front of the palace.

The stone statue is very tall and looks like a handsome man.

His upper body was naked, his muscles were well-defined and he looked very strong, which made people feel very powerful at first sight.

Of course, Lan Yin is not interested in the male body.

His attention was completely focused on the weapon in each hand of the stone statue.

Sword and shield.

If you don’t know, you might think he is traveling in a world of Western adventure, not a world of interstellar future.

Cyril said, "This is the founding principle of the Sass Empire: to repel foreign enemies with an indestructible sword and to protect the insect people with an ever-sturdy shield."

"What is that stone statue?" Lan Yin asked.

"The Insect God Flockli," Cyril told him. "Although the outsiders don't know what he looks like or whether he really exists, to the Insect people he should be like this: handsome and heroic, with great power."

Lan Yin thought about his words. Although the Sass Empire revered the insect god Flockli, it did not define itself as the descendants of Flockli. Instead, it was Wang Chaohui of the old dynasty who claimed that he was the descendant of Flockli.

Whether it is true or false, the political considerations involved are not something Lan Yin can determine now.

After all, even we today don’t know the situation at that time.

"Captain Cyril and this Excellency, His Majesty invites you in."

The palace attendant and steward Nice came out from the hall and invited them in.

Lan Yin and Cyril looked at each other and found encouragement in his eyes, as if to say that even if something went wrong, he would take care of everything.

I have to say, having a familiar insect around can give you courage even if you have no courage.

And someone like Lan Yin, who was not lacking in confidence, gave Cyril a calm look, which made Cyril laugh and cry.

The road leading to the main hall is not long, but it can easily make people feel uneasy and nervous.

Lan Yin was calculating the area of the palace in his mind and how much land it would occupy.

In the end, he concluded that everyone should overthrow the feudal monarchy, and he didn't mind being the first to fire the shot.

After such a mess of fantasies, we have already arrived at the main hall.

Lan Yin had excellent eyesight and could see the man on the throne at a glance.

He is young, handsome, and very oppressive, like a mountain that the insect cannot cross, or like an abyss with no bottom in sight, constantly challenging the insect's nerves.

It’s really impressive!

Lan Yin had read the life story of the Insect Emperor on the Star Network. It might have been fabricated, but the general direction was correct.

He has participated in many wars against star beasts, uncovered the conspiracy of aliens and other intelligent creatures against the Zerg at the border, and also went deep into the chaotic areas to kill all the star pirates who were harming one side.

In a nutshell, it's a bug.

Lan Yin's gaze was too obvious, and the emperor, who seemed to be born with a halo, looked up at him.

His black eyes were indifferent, and it was hard to tell the true emotions within them.

Lan Yin had nothing to be afraid of. He would not be scared by a look, so he looked back without any sign of inferiority.

Blue eyes met black eyes, and at this moment it seemed as if they only had each other.

The air in the palace froze, as if something invisible was fighting and competing.

All the other insects in the hall fell silent, terrified by the chill brought on by the lack of wind.

Except for Cyril, who was looking at Lan Yin worriedly.

Before the outcome was clear, the sullen emperor suddenly spoke.

"come here."

The tone was light, but unquestionable.