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The birthday party was held in the evening, and it was the banquet hall last time, with the same bright chandeliers, wooden carved stair handrails, and the crystal floor that ripples when you step on it like flowing water. on the heads of the guests.

The melodious music poured out from the orchestra on the side, and flowed back and forth in this space.

Even for couples who are in a good relationship, they mostly socialize separately when they come to the banquet, and they basically don't stay together, let alone hold hands with each other, except for Makino and Faovera.

Of course, it must be Makino who can do such a thing, and he played a very obvious leading role.

Strictly speaking, Faovilla is a very traditional female who abides by social etiquette, unlike Makino who ignores all the rules.

Although it’s called a birthday party, the real protagonists—the two worm cubs—were only brought out at the very beginning of the party, introduced by the worm king, and then said some blessings, hoping they would be healthy For words like growing up and doing construction for the worm star, I will add a customary sentence at the end, may the worm star prosper forever, and all the worms applaud very cooperatively.

Makino is naturally no exception, he would not want to challenge the authority of his male father or the entire Zerg Planet, he is not really a fool.

As soon as the speech was over, the cub was carried back to the palace, and the banquet ushered in the real beginning.

In terms of appearance alone, most of the Zerg in the banquet hall are very good. The more noble they are, the more they pay attention to the pros and cons of their genes, and the good genes naturally look the same, so it has been passed down from generation to generation. Family tree, but there's nothing wrong with calling it the evolutionary history of beauty.

However, there are exceptions. Good innate genes do not mean that you will not grow crooked the day after tomorrow. No matter how beautiful your appearance is, if you don't maintain it well, it will become ugly, such as Duke Turner.

This middle-aged male insect looked like he had been hollowed out by wine. Among the well-proportioned Zerg, he was the only one who developed horizontally, so obviously.

It is said that phases are born from the heart, and this is not without reason.

Seeing him going to strike up a young female, Makino couldn't help but smacked his lips, "The last honeymoon trip ended too soon, only one star thief was wiped out, and it's a pity that I was forced to come back before I got the real boss. "

Faovera followed his gaze, just in time to see the female go away, and the Duke showed a half-smile.

He was a little confused, but his duty as a military female made him nod and agree: "The star bandits are rampant and often disturb the people. They should have been cleaned up a long time ago."

Mu Chuan came over, just heard this sentence, and snorted, "Zergs occupy two star regions, and the territory is vast. Even if there is only one star bandit force in each galaxy, the total number is too many. It is easier said than done to clear them up."

The smile on his face remained unchanged, and his eyes turned cold, "Besides, the investors behind it can't be caught. No matter how many star thieves are killed, it will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. There will always be insects who will take risks for this benefit."

"Compared with money, of course money is more important than brains. In the capital galaxy alone, the number of Zerg missing in slave smuggling every year is as many as tens of millions. This is the capital."

In the military department, Faovera is mainly responsible for foreign wars and the removal of alien beasts, and does not care about public security. Therefore, he only heard about it a little bit and didn't know the specific situation. When he suddenly learned about this matter, he subconsciously frowned and said to the responsible Doubts arose about the strength of officers in this regard.

"Doesn't the inspector guard care?"

The smile on Mu Chuan's face widened a bit, he took a sip of the wine in the glass, the golden liquid swayed in the transparent glass like streaming sunlight.

He sneered: "Don't worry, no matter what, isn't he also busy collecting money?"

This sentence contained too much information, and Faovilla didn't know what to say for a while.

"Hey, the banquet is not suitable for discussing such serious topics." Makino interrupted their conversation, "Let me think about it another way, why not just talk about what kind of meeting gift you have prepared for your nephews."

"What?" Mu Chuan almost lost the wine glass in his hand.

Zerg doesn't have this custom, but it's okay, it's been there since Makino.

"This is your nephew, the newborn royal highness, don't you feel happy and want to express your inner joy?"

Makino began to use his unreasonable nonsense skills again, and said in a persuasive manner: "Think about it, such a small cub, who doesn't know anything, is a good time to establish an image. There are no insects to give them gifts, only you Uncle gave it, so in their hearts, aren't you the best uncle in the world?"

Makikawa: It seems like this is the case...

He nodded involuntarily: "You are right, I will pick and choose carefully later."

Makino continued his efforts: "In addition to gifts, you should also have red envelopes. It doesn't matter how many, the important thing is the heart, so I want to celebrate it."

Mu Chuan: "When the time comes, send it along with the gift."

Makino waved his hand: "Don't be so troublesome, you can just transfer it to me. They are still young, and they can't spend it. I will return it to them when I grow up."

Mu Chuan vaguely felt a little strange, but couldn't tell what was strange, so he turned around and saw the director of the research institute waving at him from the corner of his eye, said goodbye and left.

Looking at the newly received sum of money, Makino couldn't help but feel ecstatic.

Let me ask who hasn't had lucky money and various red envelopes collected by their parents in the name of safekeeping when they were young. They said it was safekeeping, but they never saw it again.

He doesn't have to be greedy for the money of the ink worm, well, he is actually greedy for ink, but the point is not the result but the process, Feng Shui turns around, I didn't expect him to have today.

What a cool word!

Faovilla didn't think about it either. The assets in the hands of the royal family members will increase year by year as they get older, and there will never be a shortage of funds.

Who would have thought that Makino would confiscate the red envelopes of his two worm cubs, this little income was completely inferior to the fraction of his daily income.

Makino watched Mu Chuan chatting with another Zerg with the director of the research institute, and asked seriously: "Do you think that Mu Chuan has become a lot haggard?"

Faovera nodded hesitantly, feeling that it was inappropriate to discuss his appearance behind his back, but the eldest prince was indeed not as radiant as before.

Makino turned his head and said seriously: "So you see, work makes worms old. Like me, I have nothing to do every day, eat, play, live happily, and my mind and body are very young."

He touched his face, "After all, I have to rely on this face to keep my love. It's really hard to walk the road of being a slave."

"What will I do when I'm old and frail..." He said, and then he sighed, with a sad face.

Fauvila was expressionless, without the slightest fluctuation in his heart, "There is a large audience, restrain yourself a little, and we will perform again when we go back."

Makino's eyebrows drooped, and he was very sad, "I'm talking about my troubles, but you say I'm acting, do you really care about me?"

Fauvila took a fixed look at him, raised the corners of his mouth, and said slowly, "Okay, other insects will come over later, and I won't be the one to lose face."

Makino didn't mean to stop at all, he wiped the tears that didn't exist in the corner of his eyes with his hands, and said bitterly: "You don't love me anymore, why do I care about my image? Is face useful? I can’t drink, and I can’t make you change your mind. If there is anything you want, whoever wants it will want it, anyway, it won’t be me.”

Faovera: It's not you, it's me, I'm the one asking for trouble.

How can one move win? It is the best weapon to stop this living creature. Apart from closing his mouth with kisses, isn't there a better way?

Shameless is really invulnerable?

He could care less about image, but Faovera couldn't.He had no choice but to accept the other party's scene, and said in a gentle voice: "How can I not love you, when you get old, and I get old, we are still so suitable."

Makino stopped his fake crying, and said in a short period of time, "Really? You won't find other young males?"

Faovilla maintained an affectionate expression, and held Makino's hand: "No, after I saw you, I only had you in my heart, and I couldn't see other bugs anymore."

Makino was about to say something again, a mature-looking female insect walked over, he was wearing a decent dark blue dress, and his hairstyle was meticulously done, when Makino saw him, the expression on his face suddenly restrained, Slightly nodded towards the other party: "Third Uncle."

Faovera followed suit.

The person who came was the younger brother of the current Emperor of Zombies. He was also the Minister of Finance, a member of the House of Lords, and his title was the Duke of Silver Fox.

The smile on the corner of his mouth is subtle, and he speaks slowly, with a pure accent, full of the style that a member of the royal family should have, "What are you talking about?"

Although Makino said that, he still had to get the face he deserved, how could he flirt in front of his elders.He lightly turned over the nonsense just now, "Just now we were discussing the nicknames for the two worm cubs."

The Duke of Silver Fox asked with great interest: "Oh? Has the discussion come out?"

Makino replied generously: "Big Mao and Xiao Mao."

Even after hearing this answer, the smile on the Duke's face remained unchanged. It can be seen that the expression management is extremely well-managed. He nodded slowly and looked at Faovera, "You have worked hard."

Faovera: "Third Uncle, you are welcome."

Makino: "Is it so ugly?"

The Duke laughed loudly, "It's not ugly, but it's quite special, like a name you can think of."

It’s just unreliable, isn’t it? Makino Guangsu understood the unfinished meaning of the other party’s words, and decided to skip this immediately and change the topic.

"I didn't expect it to be one egg and two yolks. It really surprised me. Does third uncle think the two cubs are cute?"

The Duke smiled and said, "It's very similar to when you were a child."

Makino took a step forward, coaxing: "Such a big happy event, the third uncle didn't say anything, just gave out a red envelope. Of course, the birthday celebration should be a little more festive, and the third uncle also came to enjoy the joy."

The Duke didn't say anything else, and immediately transferred a sum of money, which was bigger than Mu Chuan's.

After Makino bid farewell to the Duke, his eyes lit up, and he found a new development method for the banquet. He planned to ask for red envelopes one by one, pre-emptively, and put an end to all small talk. His behavior was comparable to a bandit robbery.

He excitedly told Faovera his thoughts, but was mercilessly rejected by the admiral whose reason was online.

Makino pondered for a while, but the admiral was firm and refused to agree.He had no choice but to sigh several times in the admiral's ear with regret, the voice was as loud as thunder, and expressed his dissatisfaction in this way.

Fauvela glared at him, and he aggrievedly stopped his childish revenge.

After the banquet, Makino took Faovera's hand and walked around the palace at will.

The banquet hall was neither stuffy nor cramped, but Makino still didn't like it very much, and neither did Faovera.

Dealing with each other is a very mysterious thing. Some worms are keen on chatting with each other, and they are used to being the one that attracts worms' attention. Obviously, the two of them are not one of them. There is only one feeling for Makino, tiredness.

But he had to.

He can be willful, but not completely. There is a degree, a standard line. All his behaviors are above the standard line. On the premise that he will not touch the minefield, he tries to make himself more relaxed and free. .

Fortunately, he is not a rebellious and blackened player in the second grade, and this comfort zone is completely sufficient.

It was already late autumn, and the night wind with obvious coolness was blowing gently, stirring the flower branches and hair, and the leaves of the shrubs made a rustling sound, and they couldn't hold on for longer under this level of breeze. one place.

The palace is a very old building. Almost every beam and every floor tile has been refurbished and replaced for countless generations. It is no longer the original material, but it still tries to maintain the most original appearance, even if some additions in line with the times are added. High technology is also hidden in the dark as much as possible.

It seems to make sense, but there is a sense of self-deception, like Ship of Theseus.

The lights in the corridor are not bright, they are dim and yellow. In order to match the architectural style, all the lighting equipment are made into lanterns with different carvings. One row is flowers and trees, and the other row is birds, beasts, fish and insects. Shadows of different shapes come out one after another.

There are disc-shaped guard robots patrolling the air at short intervals. They fly silently and are completely dark, hiding in the night, with only a little white light emitting from their backs, like flying fireflies.

The corridor twists and turns. As Makino walked, he pressed his hand to one of the pillars. The wooden pillars lit up and turned into a standing multi-functional screen, crowded in the dim light. Come out a cold white.

"There is one fake one in every twenty normal pillars," Makino clicked on the screen, and a bunch of functions appeared on it, such as summoning servants, palace map, etc. At the bottom is a yellow button, which is Alert, "Very novel."

"Actually, it's to prevent assassination. It's one of the traditions left many, many years ago. The specific reason is no longer testable, but its biggest role now is that when you are walking around alone and feel tired, or when you want to eat Something, and call the nearest servant."

There are actually many similar things in the palace, and Makino introduced these small objects with great interest.

A very lifelike bionic nightingale, its eating, flying, singing, and behavior are exactly the same as the real nightingale, but in fact, there is an ion ray hidden in its body that can instantly kill a hundred Zergs.

The column under the porch is carved with a double-headed snake. Touching the eyes of the snake's head can spray an odorless and colorless anesthetic gas to the surroundings.

The decorative blade beast sculpture is a mimetic armed robot beast unlocked by a specific voice, equipped with dozens of melee and long-range weapons.

A orchid, a fir tree, bionic butterflies, bionic bees...the seemingly peaceful and beautiful environment is full of traps.

It simply refreshed Faovera's cognition.

It is like a house built by a victim of delusional disorder, a house that fits the heart.

Before Makino said it, he didn't realize that these things were all fake. They were too realistic and much more advanced than the bionic machines circulating on the market. There was even a colorful magpie hatching eggs, which was also fake. Faovilla couldn't help but wonder, is the egg a fake egg?

With the lights, the stars are almost invisible, but the moon is still so obvious.Two moons, one big and one small, hung high in the sky. The big one was too close, occupying a piece of sky brightly. The ups and downs of the mountains above and the shape of the land could be seen clearly with the naked eye.

It was too close, and there was a feeling that it would hit from the top of his head at any moment. Makino was not used to such a moon with no sense of distance until now.

The small one is in the right distance.

Muye pulled Faovilla and hid behind the rockery, avoiding the moonlight, the lights, and the patrolling guards, like a pair of wild mandarin ducks secretly kissing under the cover of rocks.

There is a sense of mystery and excitement.

They hid in the foggy darkness, hiding in the shadows, only a rustling sound could be heard, and Makino wanted to tear off Faovilla's clothes, or take off his own—at least the heavy and obstructive clothes The coat, so that his hands can touch each other at zero distance.

But the dress is too complicated, the buttons are entangled and locked, Makino anxiously looks like a homeless man who has been hungry for three days and finally got a meal, but he can't even open the takeaway box. , out of order.

He does it between kisses.

The kiss took all his attention. At the right time, he couldn't be distracted, but a short interval, a pair of trembling hands that couldn't use his strength, couldn't do this kind of complicated task that required concentration to succeed. operational.

Before he could unbutton a button, Faovera's deep kiss pressed down again, robbing him of his breath, his brain, his ability to think, and his soul.

He is like an ornament without autonomy, a sponge full of water, which gradually evaporates all the water as the temperature rises, like a watch with broken gears, which keeps getting stuck repeatedly, like tits, butterflies, The swiftlet, fluttering its wings desperately in the coming gust of wind, wanted to escape, but was locked in place again, forced to bear the attack. The wind made him dizzy, making him unable to distinguish himself.

The brooch on Faovilla's lapel had a polished cyan gemstone on it, and as he lowered it, it stuck on Makino's chest. If it was as usual, Makino would complain softly and non-stop.But now, his back was pressed against the cold rock, his chest was pressed with a gemstone brooch, and his belt was pressed. It was difficult to move, but he didn't have the slightest thought of breaking free.

In the initial gap, he still wanted to unbutton his clothes, but later, he couldn't even utter a complete sentence, he could only make a vague nasal sound and some intermittent panting.

If Faovera hadn't supported his body, he might have slid to the ground.

But even with the support of Faovera's arm, Makino kept going down to make intimate contact with the ground. His arms could only provide a little use, which was to hold Faovera's shoulders and wrap his arms around his shoulders. The neck, but his legs are completely out of action, soft like dough without bones, or seaweed, the decorative meaning is far greater than the actual meaning.

Faovera's kiss was not urgent or brutal, it was polite, slow and gentle.

He tasted Makino, like drinking a cup of tea, taking a sip of wine, or reading a book.To let this little tea or wine flow slowly in the mouth, from the tip of the tongue to the root of the tongue, let every taste cell fully taste the taste, guess its place of origin, its time, its baking process, its Barrels for fermentation.

You have to slide over the spine, admire the cover, turn every page full of words, read each line carefully, figure out the meaning in it carefully, and read it repeatedly until you know the content inside by heart.

He has a lot of time, if he can't finish reading overnight, he can continue tomorrow, so he is not in a hurry, he wants to chew it fully.

Makino was still lying on the ground.

In the middle of the night in late autumn, cool air escaped from the ground into the air, but he didn't feel cold, only hot.After a lot of effort, he finally unbuttoned his collar, which made his breathing easier and he was no longer bound by the collar. Of course, it is also possible that he and Faovera were separated. Some distance allowed him to temporarily recover a little mobility.

It's not easy.

Makino sometimes felt a little embarrassed, he could never take the lead in front of Faovilla, sometimes, only sometimes, when he was submissive and enjoying the gap, his meager self-esteem encouraged him to do Something big.

He did, but with little effect, which made him feel even more embarrassed.

It's just that when Faovera's lips touch his, or when his waist is hugged and the back of his head is pressed, this little emotion that can't be said will run away like a sea breeze.

His brain is limited, and he can only deal with one thing at a time. Compared with inexplicable embarrassment, the highest priority is of course close at hand, which comes from the heat on his lips.

Makino was lying on the ground, but the shadow of the rockery could not completely cover him, leaving half of his body exposed, with his head exposed, and he could see the moon very close when he raised his eyes.

Then Faovera blocked it, and there was no more moon in his sight, no swaying tree shadows, no outstretched flower branches, just Faovera, all eyes.

He didn't speak, just looked at Faovera with hot, sticky eyes.

Then he got his wish and got a deep kiss.

It would be great if he was really a puppet that could be manipulated at will, Makino couldn't help but think when trying to restrain his voice, or a piece of wood, a fish, who can't speak, naturally wouldn't have such troubles.

The suppressed syllables turned into whimpers and gasps, and they were like a pair of wild mandarin ducks in the grass, in the shadows, in the corner, doing inappropriate things at the wrong time.

The author says:

（今日份，是偷得浮生半日晴）感谢在2022-08-2320:45:32-2022-08-2505:52:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of foodies and handicapped parties; 10 bottles of gluttonous mlz; 5 bottles of women who Wutiaowu can't get;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!