Chapter 139 Fu Yu

Samuel had a long dream.

In his dream, he struggled to climb out of the Nine-fold Spring that had turned into blood, but someone grabbed his ankle.

He looked back.

Millions of bloody figures stood in the pool of blood. They were extremely thin, like twisted branches in a poplar forest.

"His Majesty!"

A strong arm grabbed Samuel's arm, and he felt a huge force trying to pull him out of the blood.

"Ernest!"

Samuel in the dream was surprised and delighted. He raised the corner of his mouth, but saw that Ernest's tall body was also covered with bloodstains.

"Did I eat you too?"

Samuel stopped.

Then he saw the flesh and blood on Ernest's body falling off his skeleton like broken and dry clay.

Samuel's familiar outline gradually became unfamiliar, he changed from strong to bony, and finally to a skeleton.

It's like...

Just like the scene Samuel had once peeked at.

Those female bees died because of him.

.

Samuel woke up from his dream and found himself lying on the bumblebee's equally furry abdomen.

The fur on the belly is softer than on the back and has a sweet, relaxing aroma.

Samuel's five fingers rubbed it subconsciously. Away from the damp and cold nightmare, the dry and warm fur made him relax completely.

He recalled what happened before, and his golden eyes dimmed a little.

As he said, Samuel was indeed prepared to put on a show before the 'prophet'.

But he didn't intend to do such a heavy-handed thing.

He simply overestimated his own self-control and underestimated the bloodthirsty and cruel nature of the wasp.

This bumblebee is not his food.

He is his family, the bee tribe that he personally blessed and is willing to protect.

The dream just now made all the worries and fears that were usually hidden deep in Samuel's heart pour out like a flood.

Samuel dropped his eyes.

He looked at his hands.

He actually didn't want to be resurrected. Every day of his life was painful for him.

Right and wrong nearly tore him apart.

The future described by the system called ome has already shown that his previous choice was wrong.

And the prophecy he saw would also bring about the destruction of the bee tribe.

It seems that no matter what choice he makes, he will not get a good ending.

He couldn't tell what was right and what was wrong anymore...

After overthrowing the temple, can he become a qualified "king"? Can he shoulder the fate of the entire bee tribe?

He listened quietly to Ernest's heartbeat.

Knock knock.

Knock knock.

Is alive.

Samuel exhaled lightly, collected himself, and sat up as usual: "What are you doing, Ernest?"

This six-legged posture is rare for bees.

Ernest, who had transformed into his original form, froze.

He had to thank the thick fur on his body, which diverted His Majesty's attention and obscured any expression that might reveal any information.

He racked his brains, deceiving His Majesty itself was more difficult than fabricating a lie.

The book says that male insect pheromones can stimulate that function...

Therefore, he did not appear in his original form before His Majesty woke up.

——This is bullying.

——It’s all his fault.

"Is it because of the wings?" Samuel guessed.

Ernest breathed a sigh of relief and moved his head with all his strength.

Samuel did not mention it again.

He stepped firmly on the altar with his toes again.

Samuel combed his fluffy long hair with his fingertips, and he was silent, not knowing what to say.

He said so much before he fell asleep...

So much that he felt ashamed.

He heard a slight movement behind him, so he turned around and saw Ernest kneeling on the ground.

"Your Majesty, I beg your forgiveness for the offense that follows."

The tall female bee knelt on one knee.

"Your Majesty is not omniscient and omnipotent."

There was a sudden stillness in the air.

A tall figure was reflected in the golden ring in Samuel's pupil, and he did not speak.

But the female insect kneeling on the ground spoke again.

"Your Majesty is not a 'prophet' either."

"Your Majesty cannot see the full future, and the decisions he makes may be wrong."

"But Your Majesty is holding himself to the standards of 'God'."

"Your Majesty is just an ordinary drone."

“When you are hungry, you should seek food; when you are thirsty, you should drink water; when you are happy, you should want to live a happy life longer…”

"If all desires are wrong, then aren't worker bees' desire to become female bees and bee colonies' desire to continue long-term also forms of desire?"

After Ernest finished speaking, he felt offended and prostrated himself on the ground.

"Your Majesty, please punish me for such disrespectful words!"

"Do you think I can't handle it?" Samuel asked softly.

"Your Majesty wants to get a perfect score, but the content of the trial keeps changing," Ernest replied. "In that case, Your Majesty still only wants a perfect score."

"Then... then Your Majesty wants to know the correct answer before writing."

“It’s cheating.”

"So what do you think we should do?" Samuel continued to ask.

Ernest thought for a moment and replied, "Female bees pass their sex test. 60 is a passing score, and 80 is an excellent score."

“…”

Samuel was speechless for a moment.

"After 60, the worker bees are ecstatic." Ernest paused, a little embarrassed, "So there's a saying among the female bees."

"Long live 60 points, 61 points is a waste."

“…”

"Is that so..."

Samuel has always lived under many expectations.

The 'prophet' said that you are the only bee tribe that has the hope of awakening Jiudiequan.

The high priests said that His Highness Samuel was gifted and would definitely lead the bee tribe to go further.

Since he truly awakened Jiudiequan, he was crowned king.

They all said that he was the only hope of the bee tribe and a miracle that would not appear once in a hundred years.

Over time, Samuel felt the same way.

It must be perfect.

We must not let anyone down.

No one asked his wishes, not even himself.

It seemed like he could only do this and had to do this.

But today, a female bee told him: "You are just an ordinary drone."

Is he just an ordinary drone...?

"You are so brave, Ernest," Samuel exclaimed.

Ernest's courage was gradually overshadowed by the surge of shame and fear.

Who is he to have the guts to blame Your Majesty!

He lowered his head in shame: "Your Majesty, please punish me."

"Am I just an ordinary drone?" Samuel bent down in front of Ernest. He used his fingertips to force the female bee to raise her head and look at him. A captivating light flashed in the golden ring.

Ernest's cheeks grew hotter.

Too close.

He could almost smell His Majesty's fragrance.

The aroma made him dizzy.

"No……"

"Hmm?" Samuel tilted his head slightly. "You said that just now."

"Not for Ernest..."

The tall female bee almost fainted from the heat, and her inner thoughts shamelessly blurted out, making it impossible for him to face His Majesty like this.

It’s so close…

To him, Your Majesty certainly could not be an ordinary drone.

Your Majesty is the most special existence.

Even if His Majesty is not His Majesty.

But as long as he is Samuel...

"What?"

"Your Majesty is everything to me."

"Yeah?"

Samuel smiled, then leaned forward and placed a light kiss on Ernest's tall nose.

The rounded lip bead is separated from the raised hump by a touch.

“It’s a reward.”

After a brief silence, Samuel heard a loud buzzing sound.

He looked up and saw two pairs of wings emerging from Ernest's shoulder blades.

They vibrated wildly, and the wind they created blew away the curls of Samuel's hair that fell over his shoulders.

The huge noise naturally came from there.

Samuel doubted that such a frequency of flapping wings could drive any colony of bees.

They flapped so hard that if Ernest had not been tall enough, he would have been kneeling on the ground.

He should be flying by now...

"Ernest, your female bee only scored 60 points in the sex test."

After all, in such an exam, the score for humanoid mimicry should account for a high proportion.

In Ernest's eyes full of shame and anger, Samuel curled up the corners of his mouth.

.

"Your Majesty, do you want to go out and take a look?"

Ernest asked.

"certainly."

Samuel put on a white robe after a long absence. He sat in front of the mirror and played with his long hair with his fingers.

His long black-gold hair was not dry, but it was not shiny either.

Samuel sighed, then casually covered them with his hood.

Ernest walked up behind Samuel and whispered, "Your Majesty, let me tie your hair for you."

After getting permission, Ernest combed the curly hair strand by strand. He was very gentle for fear of hurting His Majesty.

Because it was known that His Majesty would be wearing a hood when traveling, the long curly hair was loosely braided into a side braid.

Samuel noticed that the female insect in the mirror hesitated for a moment.

Then a small bright yellow flower appeared in his hand, but he hesitated and did not move.

The flowers are small and the petals are delicate, but they are clustered together in layers, protecting the bright blue core.

Such bright colors appear on the dark skin of the female insect.

It's somewhat mismatched.

Samuel laughed.

He thought that Ernest was not holding a small flower.

Instead, a small flower grew on his body.

A dark, solid body.

The broad, fertile earth.

"Why don't you continue?"

The male insect raised his eyebrows.

Ernest was stunned, and then he unexpectedly met His Majesty's golden eyes in the mirror.

Of course he also saw his own figure.

The bright yellow flower stood out on him like spring.

A few seconds later.

Ernest finally took action.

Stiffly, slowly, and reverently, he placed the flower between His Majesty's ears.

The delicate petals of the flowers brushed against the tips of Samuel's ears.

Then, Ernest's fingers also gently brushed over here.

Samuel had held Ernest's fingers, and there were thick calluses on the base of his thumb, index finger, and the first joints of his middle finger, which were the marks of years of holding guns.

They are warm, dry and rough.

But at this moment it feels like the wind in spring.

Brushed past Samuel's ear.

"Is it time for the Fuyu flowers to bloom?"

He asked softly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Samuel took Ernest's finger and sniffed it gently.

“It smells so good.”

The fragrance of the Fuyu flower still lingers on it.

Ernest's fingers tightened nervously.

"If Your Majesty likes—"

"No, I didn't say Fragrant Flower."

To prevent Ernest from saying something to spoil the mood or forcing him to eat, Samuel put on his hood.

"Let's go, puppy."