Chapter 130 Food
Samuel raised his finger and pointed to the bathroom not far away.
Although he was imprisoned here, the chains were long enough and his space to move around was not limited to this altar.
But Ernest's dark cheeks were getting redder and redder, almost ripe.
"I'm sorry for the offense."
As he spoke, he quickly entered the bathroom, even extending his wings behind him.
The wings had completely changed in appearance. They had become very wide. Although they were still transparent, the shimmering luster on the edges revealed their sharpness.
It should have a crunchy texture, like solidified syrup.
But if you are not careful, you may pierce the corner of your mouth.
Samuel thought, holding his chin.
Soon, Ernest was clean.
He didn't dare put on his old clothes for fear of contaminating the "ingredients" - although he was not a top-notch "dish", he at least had to keep it clean and hygienic.
But Ernest didn't dare to desecrate His Majesty's clothing, so he ended up naked, covering himself with his wings. Of course, Ernest wasn't covering himself out of shyness; his logic was simple: food shouldn't be stained by dust.
Samuel had not expected to see such a sight.
The transparent wings, with their golden veins, could not provide any protection at all, but instead cut the muscular body into countless pieces.
Ernest is two sizes larger than the average female bee, but because she is tall, she does not look bulky.
It can only allow onlookers to feel the power and vitality contained in this body.
It's like a painting, a very healthy aesthetic.
Also very... nutritious.
If Samuel didn't know Ernest's character, he would really think it was a bold seduction by some female insect.
Ernest walked up to Samuel and knelt again.
His movements were very skillful, as if he had rehearsed them thousands of times in his mind.
But Ernest forgot that he was not wearing armor at the moment.
then……
Samuel laughed, hinting at something.
“Will it be more tender?”
The male insect asked.
Ernest slammed his knees together to hide the shameless thing.
He fell to the ground, his forehead hitting the hard altar.
"Your Majesty, please punish me!"
"Come on, I'm hungry." Samuel waved to Ernest, and the handcuffs on his wrists made a clinking sound.
His lonely wrists dangled in the handcuffs, and Ernest's mouth tightened.
"His Majesty--"
Ernest was tongue-tied and when he saw Samuel looking at him, he couldn't utter the next word.
"come over."
Ernest lowered his head and crawled to Samuel's side on his knees.
He could sensitively detect where Samuel's gaze fell on his skin.
Because it will burn there.
What will Your Majesty use from him?
Is it a leg? Or an arm?
Perhaps the abdomen is the best place to taste. But his body fat percentage is too low, perhaps Your Majesty will find it too bitter.
Then, Ernest felt thin fingers touching his forearm.
Very light and cool.
The butterfly lands in a general place.
His fingertips felt a pain.
Ernest subconsciously looked up and saw that his dark fingers were wrapped in His Majesty's palm.
And that particularly lucky index finger was now held in His Majesty's beautifully shaped lips.
Just below the cutest lip beads were his shameless, humble and thick fingers.
The thought ran through Ernest's limbs like an electric current.
He couldn't help but feel happy and joyful.
Then His Majesty placed his hands on his chest.
He felt cold and confused.
Is he... so hard to swallow?
It's all his fault for being so crude.
"Thank you for the treat."
Samuel spoke up.
All the muscles in Ernest's body tensed up.
This is his only value.
If Your Majesty is consumed by hunger because he is not satisfied with his taste, then he is of no use.
"It was delicious."
Samuel narrowed his eyes.
He saw Ernest's shoulders slowly relax, as if he had passed the greatest test.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
Ernest mustered up the courage to ask.
He could feel that there was only a small hole on his fingertip, which had begun to heal under the powerful healing power of the female insect.
In a few minutes, the only trace of His Majesty's presence on him would be gone.
He didn't even have a memorial.
Samuel narrowed his eyes, and his black hair began to regain its luster visibly, and the dark golden light forced Ernest to dare not look anymore.
Ernest heard His Majesty say, "Painful flying."
As he spoke, he blew gently on the wound.
It's more than just painful flying?
Ernest felt as if his soul was floating.
He felt dizzy, as if he had been drinking alcohol or had accidentally stopped on a poisonous flower.
However, the worker bees of the same period had tricked him into collecting poisonous datura flowers, but it did not bring such an effect.
Samuel looked at the obviously distracted female bee in front of him, and he reached out and poked his cheek.
"Can you transform into an atavistic form?"
Samuel narrowed his eyes. His eyes were very well-shaped, with elongated corners and eyelashes that drooped slightly, making his eyes look particularly gentle.
"I'm a little cold."
Samuel remembered that bumblebees have very dense hair, which allows them to withstand cold temperatures.
Once upon a time, he ate the nectar of ice crystal flowers in winter, which only grew in extremely cold places. The nectar was like transparent crystal, and it tasted extremely cold when he put it in his mouth, with a hint of excitement and a unique sweet and sour taste.
He liked it very much. However, most bees prefer warmth and fear the cold, and he didn't want the worker bees to risk their lives to collect ice crystal flowers, so he never showed his preference.
Until the guard bee said to him, "Among these worker bees, there's an exceptionally strong and hairy one, said to be of bumblebee descent. It's unaffected by the extreme cold, and it collects all the ice crystal nectar. The priests in the temple love it, and I think you'll enjoy it too."
At that time, Samuel thought that the little guy who could move freely in the extremely cold place must be very warm when he was held in his arms to sleep.
.
The altar is paved with cold ice crystal stones, and there is a pool of water not far away.
Above the lake, there are eight pools ranging from large to small, with the largest at the bottom and the smallest at the top.
The spring was at the very top and had dried up, and the other seven pools had also dried up. Only the one at the very bottom still had some water left.
This is the Mother Spring of the Bee Clan, also known as Jiudie Spring.
Because the holy platform was built according to the terrain of Jiudiequan, the vertical space here is particularly high.
It's underground, so it's damp and cold all year round.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Ernest answered while entering his atavistic form.
"You've really grown up a lot."
Samuel sighed.
The little worker bee that was once so small that it could fit on his fingertip has now grown to an unusually large size.
Ernest shook his wings awkwardly. He had controlled his body size, but he didn't expect that he still took up half the size of the altar.
He quickly became smaller.
The buzzing sound was very obvious at such a close distance.
"Okay, that's it."
Samuel reached into the bumblebee's furry rear end.
It feels solid and dense, like animal fur.
He couldn't help but stick his whole body to her.
So warm.
It's like being in the sun.
Ernest has a very strong sweet fragrance.
This is probably because he collects pollen from flowers all year round.
Samuel had a very good memory and he easily found the memory of his first meeting Ernest from his dusty memories.
The fat little bumblebee lay in the pistil of the Kassapa flower, looking aggrieved.
It is covered in fur, which allows it to catch more pollen.
There was a slight vibration in Samuel's throat.
He laughed.
Ernest didn't understand, but he couldn't look back at him.
He could only move his hind legs uncomfortably.
Samuel lay on Ernest's back.
He grasped the fluff in his hands as if it were new grass on a lawn.
He closed his eyes and fell into a sweet sleep.
This is a very warm dream with the sweet fragrance of flowers.
——
The next morning, the female insect guard opened the door quietly.
There were many guard bees following behind him.
One reason is that the eating scene must be very bloody and difficult to clean.
Second, it was because his lord had ordered it to be so.
The temple needs to know that all the female bees and worker bees who still support the queen bee that their king is a golden ring wasp, a terrible glutton who will eat the blood of his own kind.
When he entered, he found the huge bumblebee.
He had heard of this bumblebee before.
A female insect with very strong fighting ability passed the most rigorous guard bee selection test less than a week after becoming a female insect.
But he didn't know that the Guard Bee had a secret selection requirement - being married.
So even if he possessed formidable combat prowess, he could only be a marginal female bee. No, that wasn't right. It seemed he wasn't even a female bee, because...
At this moment, the bumblebee transformed into its ancestral form and lay dormant quietly on the altar.
Church's first reaction was that the bumblebee had killed His Majesty.
This is not impossible.
Although His Majesty is a golden-ringed hornet and possesses terrifying mental power, he is also a weak male insect. He has been on a hunger strike for many days and is almost at the point of running out of energy.
And this bumblebee's fighting power is astonishing.
His thick fur makes it impossible for ordinary bees to sting him.
Then, Church saw a humanoid creature lying behind the bumblebee.
He has smooth black curly hair that gleams with a black-gold luster as it trembles gently.
——Completely different from yesterday’s dryness.
Church and the other guard bees looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and shock.
His Majesty's condition has improved visibly.
There is only one reason.
He consumed the bumblebee's flesh and blood.
Your Majesty actually killed a female insect that even an S-class guard bee could not defeat!
This bumblebee must have entered a completely atavistic form in the final stage. He tried his best to resist, but died at the hands of His Majesty's terrible mental power.
How powerful!
At this moment, Church discovered that the bumblebee's eyes were always on them.
He felt a chill in his heart.
Then he saw His Majesty sitting up from the bumblebee.
"It tastes good. It's yours from now on."
He patted the bumblebee, and the bumblebee changed its atavistic form.
He used his tall human form to hold the slender Majesty firmly, and then respectfully put him down.
"Of course, if there are other foods in the future, you can also serve them together."
As Samuel spoke, his eyes were fixed on the group of uninvited guard bees outside the door. The golden halo in his eyes exuded a captivating color.
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