It's a good stubble.

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This is an extremely ordinary planet in the southwest of the Chris galaxy.

There are no special resources and no unique scenery.

——It is just an ordinary star among the billions of stars in the Chris galaxy.

Elvis slowly walked out from the intertwining tentacles and stood under Boyce's huge shadow to observe this strange planet closely.

There was dead silence.

The sky was gloomy, with low-hanging black clouds like ink, pressing against the top of the head, seeming to be falling but not yet, as if a heavy rain would soon fall and soak the silent earth.

The huge body of the monster behind him slowly twisted and shrank, turning into a tall, cold and hard man.

The man silently embraced Elvis, his movements gentle and measured, yet revealing a strong, irresistible, and paranoid possessiveness. From the moment he appeared, he stared at Elvis with a piercing, greedy gaze, not even glancing at the surroundings.

"Let's take a walk." Ivis chuckled and grabbed Boyce's arm that was placed on his waist. His white and shiny fingertips slowly followed the obvious and smooth hard lines to his wrist, and then hooked the fingers of the tall Zerg whose gaze was becoming increasingly fiery.

"Ives..."

The tall Zerg's voice was harsh, and with its tall and strong body and cold and solemn expression, it had nothing to do with words like weak and pitiful.

But in the eyes of Elvis, who was staring at him closely, Boyce, who was looking at him eagerly, looked like a large dog begging for food, gentle and cute.

"Let's go." Unfortunately, the evil-minded insect queen would not satisfy this greedy humanoid monster, and she smiled and took the first step.

They wandered around aimlessly, going wherever they pleased.

All I saw along the way was gray and gloomy. The earth was gray, the sky was gray, and looking out into the distance, everything was vast and bleak.

After walking for a while, the darkness remained gloomy. Elvis stopped and looked at Boyce beside him. His thin lips parted slightly, but he suddenly fell silent.

"Woo--" A low and strange cry came from afar. Elvis looked directly at Boyce with his eyebrows slightly raised.

Boyce lowered his head and hugged Elvis, gently rubbing his snow-white and tender cheek, and an almost inaudible roar came from his throat. The anthropomorphic form slowly disappeared like melting mud, and the huge and strange monster slowly opened its dark blue eyes.

Elvis was firmly protected by the monster, sitting on the flexible tentacles and watching the dark land rapidly changing before his eyes.

It wasn't until Boyce stopped that the handsome young man raised his eyes.

Boyce was hidden behind a tower, and Ives was placed in the best position for sight.

In the distance, the scene was just as gloomy and dark. There were a few slightly dark figures, each about five or six meters apart, constantly making strange noises, as if they were arguing.

Elvis looked at these figures. Perhaps because they were far away, he could only see vague dark edges. They almost merged with the entire planet, with the same dull and gray color, but very tall, one as big as a small spaceship.

It seemed like they couldn't reach a consensus in the end. Several of them pounced on each other, biting and scratching each other, splashing dust all over the sky, and blurring their figures into a huge ball.

Seeing that they seemed unable to resolve the dispute in a short time, Elvis sighed.

"Boyce, let's leave. I don't want to get involved." He said dejectedly.

The twisted monster's sharp mouthparts rubbed against each other gently, making soothing little hisses.

Boyce left in the direction Ives casually pointed, slowly moving across the planet.

When he came to an abandoned building, Ives suddenly called out to Boyce, who was about to leave: "Boyce, let's go in and take a look."

When Beuys transformed into anthropomorphic form, Ives looked at the towering building with a gloomy look in his eyes.

...The familiar spiritual fluctuations carried a strong hum.

Chapter 15

There was a strange hue in Elvis's azure eyes, and his gaze was inquisitive, as if he had a cold hook, wanting to turn the building in front of him upside down and carefully examine every inch of soil and rubble.

Familiar spiritual power...

This familiar yet unfamiliar spiritual power has always been lingering in his heart, like a naughty fish, rolling freely in the lake, but the traces it left were fleeting with ripples, making Elvis always feel a thin layer of veil between them, with an imperceptible anxiety.

Everything had gone smoothly for Elvis since his birth, as if the world revolved around him. This smooth sailing was a perfect atmosphere meticulously created by the Zerg, and Boyce also silently indulged him.

The only danger he encountered was when his mental power tore through space on the night of his coming-of-age ceremony, and he and Boyce fell into another time and space.

But Boyce would rather tear the shell to keep him intact, so that this dangerous situation could only end hastily with a whimper.

Even in another time and space, the female insects and sub-female insects protected him intentionally or unintentionally, holding him high up so that he would not be stained by a speck of dust. Boyce also quickly returned to his side to guard him.

——He has never had a setback.

So when a familiar spiritual power appeared, but he was always unfamiliar with it and could only recognize a clear but unrecognizable trace of it, his desire to figure it out was ignited.

Ivis turned around and saw a tall Zerg standing behind him, violent and ferocious but loyal and docile.

The pair of gloomy and cold dark blue vertical pupils lowered slightly, looking at him intently.

This is a ferocious but master-recognizing beast. Its ferocious fangs can gently become a plaything for its owner to pass the time. It is a vicious dog with a strong possessiveness and greed that is insatiable.

But as long as his master is by his side, he will willingly wear heavy shackles and lie down at his master's feet.

The anxiety in Elvis' heart was like a breeze blowing through the dust on the earth, and it dissipated lightly under the piety and earnestness in Boyce's dark blue eyes.

He stretched out his slender, snow-white hand, and Boyce lowered his head obediently.

Elvis rubbed his slightly hard hair and smiled: "Boyce, you are so good."

The tall Zerg let out a low, intimate cry of satisfaction from his throat.

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Canjin's mental power gently surrounded Elvis and Boyce. This dazzling mental power seemed to carry a strange magic. It was shining brightly, but the Zerg passing by seemed unaware of it.

Elvis slowly walked down along the location of the vague mental fluctuations.

Compared with the gray exterior, the inside of the building is clean and tidy.

The clear white porcelain floor tiles were spotless, and the Zerg in white protective suits walked hurriedly, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

The mental power threads extended. It seemed that this building was made of some material that isolated the exploration of mental power. Elvis could not know the specific situation in each room, but the spreading mental power was like his eyes, truthfully feeding back the general layout of the entire floor to Elvis.

Therefore, Elvis took Boyce without hesitation, getting closer and closer to that spiritual power step by step.

The lower you go on the floor, the more obvious the fluctuations in mental power become.

Not knowing which floor he was on, Elvis stopped walking down.

Boyce hugged Ivis tightly and gave him a very light and soft kiss on the corner of his lips: "Let's... go over there."

The slightly solemn expression on Elvis's face was disrupted by him. He glanced at the tall Zerg with a smile, and there was a cold and seductive look between his handsome brows.

"Let's go," he said.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but the door of the room where the spiritual power was located was wide open.

Various cold machines are placed in the vast space without any separation, and everything can be seen at a glance.

In the center stood a silvery-white platform, gleaming with an icy chill beneath the incandescent light. A semicircular layer of transparent glass covered the platform, trapping a pale golden ball of spiritual energy in the center.

A tall male Zerg stood in front of the ball of light. As if sensing something, he turned around and stared at where Ivis and the others were. "Why is the Zerg Queen hiding when she comes to the Zerg's territory?"

Only then did Ives see his face clearly.

He was naturally handsome, with black hair and black eyes, and had an arrogant air of superiority. The look he gave them was complex and obscure.

Elvis slowly withdrew his mental power, did not answer his question, looked at the male insect coldly, and then shifted his gaze back to the ball of mental power light.

But Ives's nonchalance didn't mean Beuys didn't care.

Elvis, who was pressed against Boyce's waist and abdomen, could clearly feel the tall Zerg's hard muscles tensing.

Elvis held Boyce's broad hand soothingly.

The delicate and smooth fingertips slid across the palm of your hand like a gentle breeze.

Boyce subconsciously grabbed his partner who ran away after teasing him, and his eyes were fixed on the handsome young man.

But the male insect not far away took a few steps back with a pale face, and only stopped when it reached the silver-white platform behind it.

Just now, a crazy and brutal aura rushed towards him fiercely. The huge feeling of oppression made him feel as if he was standing precariously on a dangerous cliff in a storm, and he would soon fall into the endless abyss and be smashed to pieces.

The strong and dark possessive desire within him made him tremble uncontrollably.

But his eyes were extremely bright, with a creepy light: "Is this pheromone?"

He laughed heartily, his tall body huddled in instinctive fear, but his face was filled with twisted joy: "So this is how it feels..."

He ignored Boyce's fierce gaze and stared at Elvis coldly like a snake, his eyes filled with turbid desire: "Mother Worm..."

"How sweet would the insect mother's pheromones be..."

Listening to his mumbling, Elvis frowned in disgust, his face turning slightly cold.

Boyce was like an enraged beast, his tall and strong body tightly protecting Ives behind him. Twisted and inverted black cracks densely climbed up the tough face of the tall Zerg. These strange lines were bottomless.