Chapter 28 Shock
The only one who answered him was Rayleigh, who turned even redder.
However, after a moment, the female insect understood something from the male insect's obviously widened eyes.
The color on his face slowly faded, the corners of his lips tightened, and he looked as cold and solemn as ever.
It was the first time that someone, no, a bug, expressed affection for An Lang. He didn't know what to say for a moment, but he knew that he had to make it clear.
If you drag your feet without this idea, aren't you just harming others?
"Rayleigh, you're great. The main problem is me. I'm terrified of insects!" An Lang insisted. He steeled himself, "I, I can't do this!"
Rayleigh's expression froze for a moment, then he knelt on one knee and said, "I will definitely complete your Highness's instructions."
"I..." An Lang didn't expect that Rayleigh actually had a good impression of him. He didn't want to use his good impression to achieve his own goals. This was too despicable.
"Your Highness, I am still on duty, so I will withdraw now."
After saying that, Reilly left. An Lang sat on a bench in the garden. He leaned back tiredly and looked up at the sky.
I saw the curtains of the window not far away move.
When he looked over, there was nothing there.
Is it the wind?
After sitting for a while, until it was getting dark, Anlang returned to the room.
To his surprise, there was already a bug sitting in the room.
The white-haired female insect sat in a high-backed red velvet chair, supporting her chin with one hand. When she saw him come back, she slightly curled the corners of her mouth.
"Your Highness has kept me waiting." His voice sounded like a sigh.
An Lang sighed: "I don't know when you will come."
"I believe Your Highness is preparing for the imperial concubine selection ceremony."
"You are so well-informed." An Lang exclaimed.
An Lang was still worried and didn't want to say anything even when the villain came.
Fortunately, the crisis has been resolved now. The villain can't just rip his head off for no reason. Now, the upcoming concubine selection ceremony is An Lang's biggest headache.
No one spoke, and the room was awkwardly quiet.
The white-haired female insect waited for a long time, but the male insect didn't speak.
His eyebrows were pressed down. He had high brow bones, and the action of pressing down his eyebrows made his eye sockets seem even deeper, and even his pink eyes looked a little gloomy. "Your Highness, this news has spread throughout the entire Mantis Clan, no, the entire Zerg Clan."
"Oh, please don't say that..."
His chair was occupied by the villain, so An Lang could only sit on his bed. He leaned back and sank into the soft quilt.
"Does Your Highness have any insects to choose from?"
"I..." An Lang opened his mouth, but was afraid of causing trouble. "Nothing, who cares."
Lan Xiu stared at An Lang, who was lying on the bed, with a gloomy expression, and his hands on the armrest clenched unconsciously.
He has already delivered the message, why doesn't An Lang ask him?
Does he like Rayleigh more?
That female insect is ugly and boring, why would Anlang choose to ask him for help?
Thinking of the scene he saw on the windowsill this afternoon, Lan Xiu's eyes darkened.
There was a soft "click" sound.
An Lang got up when he heard the sound. There were no other insects in the room, only the curtains fluttering in the wind.
And only one armrest was left of his high-backed chair.
Um?
An Lang looked down and saw a pile of wood-colored ash on the carpet.
Is that...his armrest?
Who makes the villain angry every day?
It's late at night.
Lan Xiu returned to the room only when An Lang had finished cleaning up the dust on the carpet.
"You're back?" An Lang asked casually, "Why are you so late today?"
“…”
Without waiting for an echo, An Lang tilted his head.
"What's wrong?"
"Your Highness... don't you want me anymore?"
The thin female insect lowered her head and spoke in a low voice.
An Lang couldn't see his expression clearly, so he stepped forward and asked, "How could that be?"
Lan Xiu stopped talking and rested his forehead against An Lang's shoulder.
After a while.
"Because I cannot revert to my ancestral roots and share His Highness's worries."
An Lang finally understood what Lan Xiu was struggling with. He patted Lan Xiu on the back gently and said, "It's okay. I understand what you mean. Of course I trust Lan Xiu. It's just that being my queen is too dangerous. I'm afraid you'll get hurt."
"Then...what if I could revert to my ancestral form?"
Sensing the hope in the thin female insect's eyes, An Lang encouraged her, "That's great! It solves my urgent need. No insect is more suitable than you!"
"But it doesn't matter if you haven't atavistically transformed yourself. You're not even as old as me. Let's take our time. Don't rush."
The red-eyed female insect got the promise she wanted, but she felt a strange feeling in her chest, as if a breath was gathering there, and it was extremely sour.
This male insect really only likes weak insects.
He spoke softly to this body, but avoided his adult self.
An Lang felt inexplicably cold.
Could it be a cold?
But he already had enough troubles, so this wasn't the only one.
Time did not stop because of Anlang's resistance, and seven days passed in a blink of an eye.
During this period, An Lang even thought about escaping, but he was "invited" back by the patrolling guards before he reached the outskirts of the palace.
He sat in the viewing stand, with Lindbergh sitting next to him.
Lindbergh was wearing a dark green classical robe today, with two jade swords hanging from his hakama, shaped like crescent moons, crossed and touching each other.
An Lang's gaze lingered on the two jade knives for a moment. These were the symbols of the Mantis clan's leader.
The two jade knives were tied to his waist only with silk threads. How likely was it that he would take them off?
An Lang's thoughts were racing like a horse, and when he looked up, he met Lindbergh's eyes head-on.
"It's mental strength." Lindbergh even smiled, speaking decisively, "Tricks won't work."
“…”
In modern times, you would be scolded to death for your wicked mother-in-law behavior.
An Lang withdrew his gaze. He was now completely giving up.
You can't run away, you can't fight, and you can't choose.
It doesn’t matter, just leave it to fate.
"Do you have a bug you like?" Lindbergh asked again before the ceremony began.
An Lang looked at him with dead eyes. Isn't this a question that you already know the answer to?
Sure enough, Lindbergh didn't even think about what he would say. He just said, "Just follow the old rules."
"yes."
The attendant who delivered the message responded.
Just then, An Lang heard a crackling sound. He sat up straight, but found that the expressions of the insects around him did not change.
Is it the system?
An Lang was overjoyed. He forced himself to suppress his expression and concentrate, but he found that the crackling sound seemed to be his illusion.
The system did not appear.
The competition was divided into several areas. After several rounds, there were fewer and fewer insects on the stage, and fewer and fewer split screens projected in front of An Lang.
An Lang took a look when the battle just started. The atavistic female insect filled the entire screen, and its shiny dark compound eyes almost sent An Lang away.
He instantly got goosebumps and quickly turned off the screen, no longer paying attention.
Until this moment, there was a burst of exclamations from below.
Even Lindbergh, who was sitting next to Anlang, gradually became serious.
What's going on?
An Lang bravely turned on the light screen again. This time, due to the sudden decrease in the number of people, the multi-field melee had turned into a 1V1 one.
There was a familiar face on the screen. Rayleigh knelt on one knee and vomited blood.
He raised his eyes, seemingly looking into An Lang's eyes behind the screen. His pupils had already become vertical pupils, and would turn into compound eyes in a moment.
Obviously, Rayleigh lost.
Standing next to him was a face An Lang had never seen before.
The corners of his mouth were turned up, revealing his white teeth, his eyes were red gold, his facial features were gorgeous and flamboyant, and there were two long, thick feathers on his head.
The color of his outstretched wings was also exceptionally rich, different from the green and yellow-brown mantis wings.
"This is?"
Zhong Tao stepped forward and whispered in An Lang's ear, "Bian Xingchen, from the Demon Flower Clan."
An Lang's heart was lifted. He had never even met Bian Xingchen. He didn't know what would happen if he became his queen.
Seeing An Lang's nervous expression, Zhong Tao comforted him, "They are a rare family with a peaceful character. There has never been a record of anyone killing their husband."
“…”Are the conditions for marriage so low now?
The number of participating insects displayed in the upper right corner of the screen has changed from four to two. An Lang pursed his lips. One of them is Bian Xingchen, whom he doesn't know. Who is the other one?
You Zhuo? Or some other strange insect?
Zhong Tao had a strange expression on his face and was about to say something when he saw the picture on the screen changed again.
Another familiar face came on stage.
The noise around increased dramatically, and even though the viewing platform of the other female insects was far away from Anlang, it was still deafening like waves.
But Anlang had no time to care about all this.
He stood up suddenly, even accidentally knocking over the teacup in front of him: "Why is Lan Xiu there?"
"He, he couldn't even achieve atavism! How did he get in?!"
Compared to his panic, Lindbergh's expression was calm.
He glanced sideways at the impatient An Lang, then looked away: "What a disgrace to be making so much noise."
"Since he's already entered the competition, he must have walked there on his own."
"But……"
Zhong Tao quickly grabbed His Highness's arm in a soothing manner and helped him to his seat.
God knows how surprised he was when he saw Lan Xiu come on the court. His jaw almost dropped to the ground.
He didn't dare to watch the scene of the red-eyed female insect being beaten, and secretly sent a message to the medical team guarding outside the scene, asking them to speed up the rescue.
Who knew Lan Xiu would make it all the way to the finals.
The movement in the viewing platform did not affect the field.
Bian Xingchen glanced at the female insect that was not even as tall as his shoulders. The red-eyed female insect had clear eyes without any trace of vertical pupils, and she didn't even spread her wings.
He looked weak, fragile, and vulnerable.
But so many battles did not show any signs of atavism on him.
Even a little bit.
From the exclamations of astonishment from the outside, it can be seen that this female insect is completely a dark horse.
The ostentatious smile gradually faded from Bian Xingchen's face, and he looked serious.
Even a lion uses all its strength to fight a rabbit.
The fact that this female insect could get here proves that she is definitely not as harmless as she looks.
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