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Those guarding here are Alvin's confidants, so they naturally know where Elvis lives.

The female soldier searched for a long time, even in all her pockets, but still couldn't find the pen. Her already red face became even more flushed.

His companion readily took out a pen and handed it to him, but he didn't dare to look up at Elvis, and his exposed ears were red.

After the female soldier had completed the circle tremblingly, Elvis pulled Boyce.

Boyce took the map and saw the admiring eyes of these female soldiers. His stern face became even colder.

Ivis pursed his lips, pretending not to notice anything, and slowly walked out of the command center.

"Show me the way." He said calmly.

There was a hint of indulgence in Boyce's dark blue pupils, and he picked up the map and studied it without complaint.

"This way." After making sure he had memorized everything, Boyce put away the map, clasped his fingers with Ivis, and slowly walked towards the new intersection.

Elvis glanced at him and said with a half-smile: "Show me the map?"

"I've got that." Boyce's face was stiff, he refused to look at Elvis, his eyes staring straight ahead.

The tentacle ring on the calf slowly turned a circle and then quietly reduced its presence.

Ives scoffed.

He knew that once the map was in Boyce's hands, it would never be returned to him.

The map that was put away now would never appear in front of him again.

Given the possessiveness of this vicious dog, there is no way it would tolerate other creatures' things on Elvis.

——Even though Boyce had wiped out the scent of other Zerg on the map the moment he took it.

If it really comes to the point where it is absolutely necessary, it must be done through the influence of his pheromones.

However, Elvis has always been tolerant of his husband's harmless habit.

After a teasing remark, he let go of the tense Boyce.

"Let's go." He put his free hand in his pocket and no longer looked at Boyce's stiff face.

Boyce turned his head, his stern expression gradually dissipated, and a soft smile spread across his handsome face with clear outlines.

That is extremely out of place.

The tall and silent Zerg are not suitable for such tenderness and sweetness at all.

But perhaps because the night was too beautiful, the fake moon also added a sense of unattainable brightness.

In short, after Boyce looked forward, Ivis turned his head and stared at the smile that remained on the corner of his lips for a long time.

"Hmph." The blond young man let out an ambiguous groan.

It was already late at night, and all the sounds gradually faded into the background.

The only people on the streets were patrolling military women and robots whose safety had just been reprogrammed.

The streetlights along the road cast soft light, casting long shadows behind Ives and Boyce.

Chapter 56

The morning light was dim, and scattered clouds were scattered and lightly floating in the sky, which was a blend of orange-red and light white.

There were already sporadic figures appearing on the streets, and the patrolling female soldiers silently completed a shift change.

The room was completely dark, with heavy curtains blocking out all light from outside, creating a completely quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

In the darkness, a faint blue light quietly lit up, carrying a cold and eerie feeling, like the abyss peeping into the world, eerie and terrifying.

The rustling sound was suppressed consciously as soon as it started, and the room returned to silence again.

Even though the tall Zerg was lying on the soft bed, the eerie and cold aura on its body did not diminish in the slightest.

At first glance, a terrifying malice hits you in the face.

Only when the horrible monster's gaze fell on the blond young man sleeping peacefully in his arms did his inorganic vertical pupils take on a passionate warmth of obsession and piety.

But even so, the strong paranoid possessiveness in his eyes was not diminished at all.

Perhaps realizing that his gaze was too intense, Boyce looked away.

But soon, the relaxed gaze was filled with ferocious malice again.

A tentacle stretched out at some point and was about to touch Elvis's pale face.

——It’s such an eyesore.

—Tear it apart…

Tear it up!!

Violent jealousy burned fiercely.

Ives has always believed that there is no limit to Boyce's strength.

Perhaps because of his overly possessive desire and deep love for Elvis, Boyce's pursuit of strength is endless.

Unlike Elvis, who was picky about energy and taste, Boyce accepted all kinds of energy. As time went by, Boyce's strength continued to grow.

The increase in strength is accompanied by the growth of tentacles.

The new tentacles have not yet been fully incorporated into Boyce's control system, and often entangle Elvis because of Boyce's various hidden desires.

This behavior was subconscious and Beuys was not aware of it.

Although Boyce could feel all the sensations of the new tentacles, it did not hinder Boyce's anger.

His possessiveness of Ives does not allow any creature to approach and replace him - even if the new tentacle is part of him.

Even though it was not under his control, it was still very glaring to him.

Just as Boyce was about to tear the annoying tentacle apart, Elvis frowned slightly, shifted his body slightly, and adjusted his posture. His soft cheek pressed against the tentacle, which was already very close.

The tentacles stiffened for a moment, then immediately relaxed.

Boyce paused.

Although anger and jealousy continued to burn his reason and even intensified, the idea of ​​not wanting to disturb Elvis's rest finally prevailed.

The vertical pupils were filled with evil thoughts, and eventually everything sank to the bottom of the sea.

He closed his eyes and began to work hard to bring the new tentacle under control.

Elvis slept soundly, and when he woke up he subconsciously rubbed the tentacles.

He noticed the soft tentacle that touched his cheek, but didn't pay too much attention to it.

Sitting up, Boyce's fiery gaze became increasingly impossible to ignore.

"What?" Elvis raised his eyebrows and asked lazily, "What do you want to do?"

Boyce stretched out his finger and gently touched Elvis's cheek, which had been in close contact with the tentacle for a while. Seeing that Elvis did not dodge but just raised his eyebrows and looked at him, Boyce withdrew his finger and slowly approached Elvis.

Elvis didn't dodge or evade, staring at Boyce with a smile on his face.

Boyce approached tentatively until he replaced his fingers with his cheek and gently rubbed the same spot.

"Go back." He whispered in Elvis' ear: "I want to go back."

Although there would be more powerful Zergs who were eager to compete for his position after he returned, Boyce still wanted to go back.

There's another worm queen here.

The law that worm mothers cannot coexist is deeply engraved in Boyce's mind.

What choice will the ownerless Zerg make when faced with two Zerg Queens?

Or, what choice do they have?

One is a young Zerg Queen who has not yet been born and needs the protection of the Zerg and is willing to accept them. The other is an adult Zerg Queen who has provided mental power but already has her own Zerg and is not willing to accept.

Even though Boyce was not afraid of any of the Zerg's choices, he cared about Elvis, the partner he cherished in his heart.

Any factors that might harm Elvis must be eliminated.

——So, let’s go back quickly.

Return to the protection of the Zerg.

Even if I am no longer your only one.

But I am willing to compromise for this and restrain the surging and clamoring possessive desire.

Although Boyce never said it, Ives knew all his unspoken words.

Elvis didn't care about the Zerg's choice here, nor did he care about the urgency of leaving.

But in order to reassure his husband, who had been so obedient recently, he readily agreed.

"Then let's go."

Before he could finish his words, thick tentacles came over, carrying the clothes.

Elvis stretched his body lazily, giving himself completely to Boyce, letting him put clothes on him.

After putting on his clothes, Boyce gently lifted Ivis up and left the room.

The sky was already bright, and the warm sunlight was shining gently.

The streets were bustling with activity, and both the female and sub-female insects had calmed down. But even if they tried to suppress it, their anticipation for a bright future still permeated their eyes.

Everything is full of vitality.

The room Alvin arranged for Ivis and the others was on the top floor, with a great view. Ivis leaned against the chair made of tentacles and looked quietly for a while before looking away.

"let's go."

As the words appeared, a huge crack torn open by Canjin's mental power appeared.

The strange and dark monster trapped Elvis in its own protected area, hid him tightly, and then rushed into the chaotic space rift.

The moment the huge monster's body completely disappeared, the dark crack that continued to emit a violent aura also disappeared.

It was loud and silent, causing no damage and leaving no trace.

Alvin and Alan walked out from a corner not far away, looking at the clear sky with gloomy expressions.

——

The moment it entered the rift, countless waves entangled with it.

The chaotic and violent storm hit the hard shell with great force, causing large-scale vibrations.

The densely woven barrier of tentacles blocked all storms. Elvis touched the rustling and wriggling tentacles in the darkness and closed his eyes.

As Canjin's mental power extended, the world seemed to shift. Everything that had once been hidden abandoned its reserve, and the scene that emerged in his mind was subtly different from what he saw with his naked eyes, as if it had been rendered and splashed with vibrant colors, becoming strange and magnificent, becoming even more richly colored, unique and bizarre.

Time and space rotate at your fingertips, and even the slightest fluctuations are clearly visible.

A powerful force bewitches the mind.

Ives exhaled lightly, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

The darkness could not conceal the arrogance and condescension in the eyes of the golden-haired king, and he arrogantly crushed the whispered mutterings.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Go away."