Chapter 23

Counting the days, the rich businessman had been with her for quite a while, but Wen Yuxiao was reluctant to part with him suddenly. "Ah? Did something happen?"

The silver-haired Overlord nodded. Since his mother had asked, he launched into a long explanation. "The scholar said they're seeing some progress on your instructions, and they're sending another Overlord over to confirm them. It's also time for a handover, and the Zerg have some backlogged matters waiting for me to handle."

"Your Highness, why did you let that priest do the job instead of telling me to do it?"

Before he could finish his words, there was a "click" and the lunch box in Wen Yuxiao's hand fell out of his hand and onto the ground.

The Insect King quickly squatted down to clean up, neatly picking up the scattered tableware and setting it aside. He carefully took the girl's wrist and massaged it: "What's wrong, Your Highness? Are you too tired? It's time for me to feed you..."

The girl shuddered as if she had been electrocuted, and pulled her wrist back stiffly, answering the other person dryly: "I, I'm fine."

Recalling what the other person had just said, her heart was pounding like a drum. She didn't know where to look. She glanced around and met someone's eyes again. She was so scared that she almost jumped up.

The King Insect was very confused. He thought about what he had just said and done bit by bit to cause his mother's attitude to change like this. Excluding their daily interactions, the only thing left was... the matter his mother had instructed him to do.

"Don't worry, Your Highness." He took the man's still trembling hand in his own. Even in the scorching heat of summer, his heart felt unusually dry and cold. "We will complete the mission perfectly and bring the man to you immediately."

After he said this, Wen Yuxiao trembled even more violently.

The chill from the other person's hand reached her heart through contact. It was summer, but she felt like she was in an ice cellar. She didn't know what expression to make at this moment. She could only wail inwardly while smiling on the surface: "Well, I'll wait for your good news."

Unexpectedly, the man left as soon as he said he would. He delivered food to her in the morning and left on a private starship in the afternoon. When Wen Yuxiao saw the farewell message on the communication software, she realized that she had not asked who the next Zerg would be or what he looked like.

But now she was too busy to take care of herself. She was thinking about the original work and trying to remember more details. She was distracted and her hands were particularly careless, and she cut her finger with a knife.

An Xiaoya turned around and saw her roommate's finger bleeding profusely. She was still dazed and hadn't reacted. She almost cut it again, adding insult to injury. The cute little omega's mouth burst into a burst of bird song and flower fragrance. In a hurry, he opened the medical kit and wrapped her finger in a bandage. By the time they realized what was happening and hadn't applied any medicine, it was too late.

"What are you thinking about? You look so distracted." The omega tapped Wen Yuxiao's head, ignoring her fingers that were wrapped like hammers. He stood in front of her very seriously, and suddenly thought: "Is it about your cousin? You have been like this since he came. What happened?"

"Uh..." The girl, whose thoughts were seen through, tugged at the edge of her clothes with her other uninjured hand and stammered, "Not really..."

An Xiaoya sighed: "Forget it, I can't interfere in your family affairs. You take a rest first. I'll go get you some medical spray from the instructor."

"Oh..." Wen Yuxiao couldn't help but confide her troubles to others, so she changed her words to something that everyone could accept: "My cousin has to go on a business trip, and he asked a friend to take care of me. I don't know him, and I don't know how to get along with him."

In fact, what she is really worried about is not this, but you suddenly say to your friend: Help me, I am a vicious female supporting role in a book, I stole the heroine's position and the heroine's man, and now the heroine wants to come back to take back everything she has, and kill me by the way!

She will definitely calm you down first, and after you calm down, she will quietly go to the side to pick up the communicator to contact a doctor for you, and then send you to a mental hospital.

Only a mentally ill person could say such a bizarre thing.

And this morning, at the starship port, scholars were politely shaking hands with diplomats from this planet, with electronic eyes nearby capturing the scene. Presumably, tomorrow's online daily headline will be the establishment of friendly diplomatic relations between the two races, but what the two people actually meant was something only they themselves knew.

While they were exchanging some polite words, someone suddenly squeezed in from the outside, walked quickly forward and whispered in the diplomat's ear.

The diplomat didn't know what he had heard. He glanced nervously at the starship beside him, but his expression didn't change at all. He was still smiling. He greeted the Overlord politely, "Excuse me, Mr. Scholar, I have something to deal with."

He made a polite gesture and said, "Please rest in the reception room for a while."

The soldiers wearing exoskeleton armors stepped forward in unison, surrounding the two weak Zergs tightly, and the atmosphere suddenly became depressing.

This is not an invitation, it is coercion.

The scholar was fully aware of the changes taking place, finding them ridiculous. He should have considered the situation before allowing the crude replica to come into contact with him. Wasn't it just a massive fleet of advanced military starships approaching, completely blocking off the entire galaxy? Thinking of secretly fleeing elsewhere? Impossible!

Whatever the Queen wants, he will do everything he can to get it, even if a fight starts now.

Not to mention, their research was a great blasphemy to the Queen and had already angered her.

"Wow, that's scary." The young android beside him was still making sarcastic remarks and hiding behind him. "Mr. Scholar, why don't we go to the reception room and have a couple of cups of tea first?"

In fact, this seemingly weak, lively and cheerful boy can paralyze all these high-tech weapons in the next second, or trigger a chaotic civil war, a fight between mechas, etc. The security network here is useless in front of half of the "real body".

But what he said was also a reminder for him to calm down, as the Queen was still on this planet.

The scholar's original plan was to let things take their course, because everyone has their own expertise, and he couldn't let a weak academic like him get into fights or assassinations. He calmly entered the reception room under the covert coercion of others, asked for a cup of the most precious tea, blew away the heat slowly, and took a sip.

He was not in a hurry at all. After all, he was only responsible for determining the target. Trapping him here would not prevent the destruction of the research institute. There were other people who actually implemented the plan.

Inside the research institute, Inar wrapped herself tightly in a thick blanket. The female doctor who had been accompanying her was pacing back and forth anxiously, scratching her head irritably from time to time, making her neat hairstyle a mess.

Normally, if she had seen the other person behave like this, she would have definitely teased him, but not now. She only felt uneasy and deeply frightened, as if an invisible monster was lurking nearby, baring its fangs and sharp claws at her. In the next second, she would be thrown to the ground, and the monster would bite her throat mercilessly, ending her life.

"Inar..." Suddenly, the female doctor knelt down in front of her, staring at her, and said, "I didn't expect they cared about you so much. You know, just now, the Zerg army approached and blocked this galaxy. We can't escape."

Inar's throat was so dry that she couldn't speak, but she still wanted to apologize. She felt that this place was extremely dangerous and wanted the other party to take her away.

The female doctor didn't understand what she meant and thought she didn't want to leave where she had been. She shook her head and put her fingers on her lips, which were pale and cracked due to lack of water, and gently comforted her: "But it's okay, you are their queen, you can-"

Before she could finish her words, the female doctor opened and closed her mouth twice and lost her voice. She wondered why she couldn't make a sound. She reached out to touch her throat and just happened to smell a strong smell of rust and feel a warm liquid on her hand.

Snap, snap—

The head with its eyes open rolled in front of Inar, and blood splattered on her face. Witnessing such a horrific scene, she widened her eyes in horror, her mind still a little unresponsive, and she didn't understand why the female doctor who had just been talking to her suddenly fell down.

She opened her mouth to scream when a dark creature crawled out from the shadows on the ground, covered her mouth with force, and pushed her to the ground.

The dark and sticky concrete shadow pressed down on her tightly. Inar felt severe pain all over her body, her hands and feet were soft and powerless, and she had no will to resist. She subconsciously curled herself up into a ball, sobbing, shivering and shedding tears.

She saw a tall man in a black uniform walk out from the shadows in the corner and stand in front of her, staring at her with scarlet eyes as cold as hell.

Seeing her, the man frowned.

"I don't like your eyes." A second before she fainted, she heard the other person's low and hoarse voice, full of disgust.

Snap, snap—

The scholar and Terminal put down the teacups in their hands at the same time, and the sound made by the bottom of the cup hitting the wooden table was very crisp.

The next second after the teacup was put down, the door of the reception room was suddenly pushed open and hit the wall with a loud "clang". The diplomat, who had lost his composure, walked in with red eyes, stood in front of them, and took a deep breath.

"Excuse me, sir," the other party bowed to them in a very humiliating manner, "the matter has been handled. I am late and have delayed your time."

The two Zergs, not surprised by the result, stood up and walked out, one in front and one behind, passing the diplomat who was bowing. The former thought to himself that Shadow had probably cleaned up the matter and hoped that the fake was not damaged.

Terminal casually took out the communicator and played with it in his hand, looking straight at the diplomat who was bowing, to see if his mother had sent him a message.

Watching the two Zergs leave, the diplomat gnashed his teeth as he spoke to the alpha officer standing beside him with a complicated expression, "We suffered such heavy losses! The entire research institute was a river of blood! Can't we make them pay a price too?!"

He almost roared as he said these words. He was still secretly happy when he "invited" two Zergs, especially a queen, into the reception room. The famous Zerg were just like this. They still had to be obedient in other people's territory. Even if you are a dragon, you have to coil around me. Who would have thought that he would receive news the next second that something big had happened at the research institute.

"You haven't fought them on the battlefield, so you don't understand." The Alpha officer had a particularly hideous scar on his face. He seemed to be recalling something bad, and the scar was slightly painful, making his expression a little distorted. "They are all monsters in human skin. When this skin is peeled off, the battle has just begun."

"The King Bug is even more terrifying."

He recalled the scholar's golden eyes that glanced at him inadvertently, just like when he was scratched on the face by the scorpion's tail stinger, and at the moment of life and death, he met the golden pupils of the huge and strange monster, flashing with cold murderous intent.