How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

Song Wenjing took a sip, frowned at the nutrient solution in his hand, and commented, "It's really hard to drink. It tastes like a rotten apple, and a bit sour."

"It tastes so bad, no wonder they threw away this nutrient solution."

Feeling like vomiting in the stomach.

Song Wenjing quickly covered his mouth. He couldn't be so hypocritical at this moment. Although it tasted bad, it was still effective. He could feel that his stomach was not so hungry anymore.

There is no sense of saturation either.

"There's still more than half of the nutrient solution... Keep it, or you'll starve to death if you can't find it tomorrow." Okay! Actually, Song Wenjing really didn't want to drink this stuff.

It feels like even my stomach is resisting the nutrient solution.

After closing the nutrient solution, Song Wenjing found a hole made of garbage. He walked in and took a look. It was just big enough for one person.

After putting the nutrient solution away, Song Wenjing found a board nearby. Once he entered the cave, he would place the board over the entrance, at least to keep it safe.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. Song Wenjing would leave a mark every day, and he would go out to look for food as usual every morning.

Last night he found a good piece of clothing, so he finally had something to change into. Unfortunately... there was no water here.

Smelling the stench on his body, Song Wenjing wanted to report to the King of Hell.

When will this day end?

Song Wenjing tried to leave a mark and then walked outside, but no matter which way he went, the garbage dump seemed to have no end.

This place... could it be that this is a place specially designated by humans to put their garbage?

But why is it so big? Once he tried to walk out in three days. The result was always the same: this garbage dump was huge.

If the system doesn't come, he will starve to death in this world.

Now the nutrient solution was gone, and in a few days he would have to report to the King of Hell. If the King of Hell asked him why he died, he would be too embarrassed to say that he died of starvation.

It's so fucking embarrassing.

System, where on earth did you bring me?

Are you going to throw me into some dimension?

Ahhhhh!

I'm not starving to death, but I'm going crazy.

System, help...

……

the other side.

Asan was irritably patrolling the junk planet in a small military boat. Someone told him there was something unusual going on on the junk planet, so he had no choice but to come and take a look.

Although he was very resistant, this garbage planet was his property.

He had been mocked many times by all the bugs for owning this garbage planet. After all, other princes had planets with richer resources than his.

And he...

Every time he could only "helplessly" beat them down.

However, the Insect Emperor said that there were good things on this garbage planet.

Ha ha!

What good things can come from a pile of garbage? Could there be any male insects?

"Ding! Ding!"

The instruments nearby kept ringing, indicating the extraordinary nature of the planet below.

Asan looked at the garbage planet filled with garbage, and discontentedly found a flat ground to land on. After putting on protective clothing, Asan opened the door.

He carefully took out the pistol from his waist and slowly approached the target according to the instructions of the instrument.

He wanted to see who dared to come to his territory to "play", and his military boots approached the target step by step.

Song Wenjing sat on the ground with a dashing demeanor, fiddling with an egg he had just picked up. It wasn't an egg, exactly, but it looked a bit like one.

This thing is slippery, feels like machinery, and is hard to hit.

Song Wenjing planned to take this thing back to his shelter. After all, he was really bored. In this deserted place, there was not even a single person to talk to.

Song Wenjing swore that if someone could rescue him, he would marry them. It would be better than staying in this hellish place.

"I'm really impressed, ah! Egg! It would be great if you could speak, then at least I wouldn't be lonely." If he doesn't speak anymore, his language ability will regress.

"No, I absolutely cannot sit and wait for death, but..." Song Wenjing looked up at the sky in despair, "I don't know how to make a plane or other means of transportation!"

"Forget it, let's just leave it at that! I'll just find some air and kill myself." At least it saves trouble!

"Click."

Hearing the sound, Song Wenjing immediately put down the egg in his hand and hid quickly.

Is he the one who came to save him, or the bad guy who committed murder and arson?

Actually… as long as it was a human, he wouldn't be picky. If it was a bad guy, he could tie him up outside his shelter and talk to him every day.

The instrument showed that the unidentified object was just ahead. Asan accidentally bumped into something and made a sound. The unidentified object should be hiding now.

Asan stopped, holding his gun, and sternly looked towards where Song Wenjing was and said, "Come out, or I will shoot."

Upon hearing this, Song Wenjing said, "Shoot?"

Are you a soldier?

At this moment, he didn't know whether he should go out. What if the person outside was a murderer? Thinking of this, Song Wenjing held his breath, slowly squatted down, and picked up the iron rod beside him.

Waiting for the prey to come in!

After Asan finished speaking, he turned off the sound of the instrument and walked gently towards Song Wenjing.

Song Wenjing could sense the slight sound of footsteps. He gripped the iron rod tightly and listened carefully to the sound, thus ignoring what was behind him.

By the time Song Wenjing felt it, someone else's gun was already pointed at the back of his head.

Song Wenjing: “…”

What the hell?

Why could this person appear behind him silently?

"Throw away the iron rod in your hand, otherwise your head will explode." Asan said in a cold voice, and then he retracted his wings into his body.

Song Wenjing wisely threw the iron rod away.

He said helplessly: "Boss, I have already thrown it out."

Asan slowly moved in front of him, with his gun pressed against his forehead. "Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?"

"Ah?" Song Wenjing was stunned by the question.

What? Bug?

"Bug?" Song Wenjing raised his head and looked slowly upwards along his feet.

The man was dressed in a military uniform, his silver hair loose, his scarlet eyes as dazzling as the stars in the sky. He had a high nose bridge, a handsome appearance, and a look in his eyes that revealed an unquestionable gaze.

He has a tall and slender figure, like a poplar tree that stands tall and proud, unafraid of the cold, full of masculine charm and aggressiveness.

The lines of his uniform clearly outline his muscles, which show his strong explosive power.

My whole body shows that I am not someone to be trifled with!

There was a look of surprise in Song Wenjing's eyes. He was so charming.

Asan looked at the dazed bug, his eyes revealing dissatisfaction. This bug was really bold, daring to stare at him so blatantly.

However… this bug looks a little different. It has the same black hair and black eyes as the bug rescued by the mortal enemy.

The crouching bug looked rather pitiful. He had jet-black hair and eyes as black and shiny as obsidian, gleaming with a keen aura. His features were delicate and three-dimensional, and a hint of helplessness lingered between his brows.

He has a straight nose, tightly pursed lips, and sword-like black eyebrows slanting into the strands of black hair at the temples, making him look particularly charming.