Chapter 32
The priest knew very well what happened after he fainted. To be honest, he could have run to the conference room that night to discuss future development directions with other king insects. He was not surprised that other colleagues did not care about him at all. If it were him, he would not bother to ask about the life and death of other king insects.
Later, the scholar wrote the long list of names of the gods on a piece of paper and showed it to him. After reading it, he also fell silent.
It's very complicated and childish. A child might be able to recite it without any psychological burden. But they are adult Zergs. It's really difficult for them to recite it in one breath without any psychological burden. If necessary, let others summon this god.
Now, the matter of the counterfeit and Her Majesty the Queen has become full of doubts. All clues point to the god who has not appeared for a long time. The priests and scholars looked at each other in silence, waiting for the other to speak first.
"What are you hesitating about?" The silver-haired king bug pushed open the door and walked in, holding a beautiful rose with dew on its petals. The rich fragrance filled my nose. "Here, the flowers you asked for."
They all turned their attention to the handsome silver-haired young man and suddenly felt that this was a good candidate.
The wealthy businessman who didn’t know the truth: “?”
"Respected God of Creation, Star-Making, Origin, Transboundary Benevolence, and Universal Love, I call upon you and request your arrival." After reading the note they handed over in a calm tone, the silver-haired beauty was furious and clenched her fists. "Are you two too idle?"
"Don't be impatient." The priest couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips. "I'll give you one-third of the credit later."
The scholar on the other side avoided the other's angry gaze and pretended to look down at the documents, but in fact he was hiding the smile on his face.
Tiny starlight emanated from the bright red roses, swirling and gathering in the conference room. After stabilizing, a familiar female voice rang out from within: "Why did you call me? You pay the price, and I'll resolve the matter."
"Your Majesty, I would like to ask why Her Majesty the Queen is unwilling to recognize us." The priest spoke first. He was the one who attended such social occasions.
Who told the other king insects except him not to like to communicate with people of other races? The rest of the time they either quarrel with their colleagues or pretend to be dumb and unable to speak.
But when facing their mothers, they all smile like flowers, speak sweetly and know how to praise, which is bound to crush every colleague who is eyeing them.
"What?! She doesn't recognize you?" The god's voice also sounded surprised, as if something beyond her expectations had happened, but she quickly calmed down and coughed twice to cover up her previous loss of composure.
"Maybe it's because she hates bugs..." I know that my sister will either kill a bug or run away screaming when she sees one. If one suddenly falls on her, her limbs will probably twitch and dance wildly. But with her overflowing sympathy, this shouldn't be the case.
Could it be that something funny happened?
The god thought about it and suddenly had a good idea. How could he watch a play without me?
This answer successfully silenced the several Overlords in the room. The priest pretended not to hear the unpleasant words and then asked, "Then, what about that poor imitation?"
"Ah, you've discovered..." The voice from within the starlight became weak, filled with a sense of guilt: "This, this is a test of whether you are sincere to her. But you performed well, so you passed my test!"
Later on, she became confident and said that she was a god!
Although that guy was, when she was having fun, she accidentally discovered that someone was doing this. With the mentality of watching the fun and adding fuel to the fire, she helped the other party, allowing them to draw the truly useful blood sample under various coincidences.
Seeing that the bad things she had done were exposed, although she wanted to escape with the pot lid on her head, as long as she was stubborn, she would definitely be able to call a horse a zebra and confuse right and wrong!
After asking the questions, although the results left them speechless, they at least knew that the fake was made by the God of Fun. He was anxious to find his mother in his dreams, so he just wanted to see the guest off quickly: "So what is the item that the God needs this time?"
"I have no money." The god answered honestly.
Speaking of money, seeing the eyes of the other two colleagues fall on him, the silver-haired young man sneered, knowing that he was doomed to be a sucker today, but at least he got some information about Her Majesty the Queen. It was just money, he had plenty of it.
He casually pulled a glittering card from his uniform pocket. "SVIP" was engraved on it in blinding black and gold. His slender, white fingers stroked the engraved pattern twice, then held it between his fingertips, flipping it twice like playing poker. Then, with a flick of his finger, he tossed it to the priest: "Here."
The card drew a sharp arc in the air and was caught steadily by the priest, who then silently stuffed the card into the starlight.
Playing with the card in his hand curiously, he felt that it was a bit more advanced than anything he had seen before. The god casually asked, "How much money is on this card?"
The wealthy businessman leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs gracefully, and brushed off the nonexistent dust from his uniform collar. "No limit."
The three big words deeply hurt a group of "young and ignorant" stars who did not know the sinister nature of society. They secretly said a few words to the capitalists who should be hung on the street lights, and then suddenly dispersed.
"Speaking of scholars," the silver-haired young man propped up his chin and lazily glanced at his colleague who was sorting through documents. He twirled his silver-white hair that fell on his cheek with his fingers, his eyes half-closed. "How's your research on male Zerg egg-laying going? I'm still looking forward to bearing a baby for Her Majesty the Queen."
The black-haired young man, who was being questioned, had his usual expressionless face. Remembering that this was a colleague with whom he had a cooperative relationship, a modern-day money-giving boy, he couldn't afford to mock him. He could only reply calmly, "We're halfway there."
The priest at the side mercilessly punctured their thoughts: "That also requires Your Highness's consent."
The silver-haired young man glared at him fiercely and said unconvincedly, "I will work hard to make His Highness like me. When the time comes, I will definitely be the first King Bug to give birth to offspring!"
The other two remained silent. One of them thought to himself, "That's really hard work, but it's a pity that His Highness likes me the most now." The other one thought, "If I had this technology, I would definitely use it myself first and would not care about you."
Wen Yuxiao, who was being courted by the big bugs in every possible way, was sitting on a chair surrounded in the middle of the dormitory, covering his face and unwilling to face the other two people around him.
"You are no longer the Emperor of Europe," Yi Luofei held three pens as incense, placed a book on the ground, and knelt on one knee respectfully, bowing to Wen Yuxiao who was digging his toes into the ground and trying to escape from this world, "God of Europe! You are the modern God of Europe!"
"Oh my God," another roommate said, hugging the bewildered girl's thighs in a very cooperative manner, pretending to be pious, his eyes full of longing, "Can I get a card tomorrow when I draw it?"
"Xiaoya, save me!" Wen Yuxiao finally couldn't help herself and rushed to An Xiaoya, who had just recovered from a serious illness and was resting in bed after taking a medical capsule. However, An Xiaoya held her hand back and said, "Ou Shen, what are you talking about? Do you want to watch a variety show together?"
She was too exhausted to complain about the name, and just wanted to find a topic to divert her roommates' attention. She nodded quickly and said, "Let's see. Wait, what variety show is this?"
She suddenly felt something was wrong. An Xiaoya basically didn't watch anything other than her idol's shows.
What other variety show could she recommend?
This feeling became true. An Xiaoya, who had been paralyzed, had her eyes shining. She quickly handed over the tablet, looking proud. "Ding ding ding! I've cut out all the photos of you and Chenxing together. Look, look, you two are worthy of being my two babies. You look so good in the camera!"
The video being shown happened to be playing the scene where the handsome young man was smiling at her. The girl in the employee uniform in the picture blushed, as if she could not bear the attack of the other party's beauty, and shyly turned away.
With the sweet BGM edited by An Xiaoya for her, it actually feels like a couple video, and if you look closely, they are actually quite a match, especially when their eyes accidentally meet in the next scene, it's like love at first sight.
Wen Yuxiao felt suffocated and her eyes went dark.
"Ah! Why did God Ou faint?"
"God Ou, get up quickly!"
"Ou Shen, Ou Shen, hold on!"
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