If you don't like the white moonlight, please avoid it.
This time, since he wasn't the one who died in the social circle, Wen Yuxiao was able to calm down. He even watched slowly with a bit of gloating, not caring how much the little robot saw. He reminisced, "Back then, he was also a little baby who would search everywhere for his mother."
I don't know how he grew up to be such a smiling white-haired boy, but looking at him now, he is still as cute as he was when he was a child, natural and harmless.
The terminal beside her didn't dare speak, its electronic eyes blinking frantically, recording this precious video. With a flick of her finger, she switched to the next image. The white moth, visibly larger, with its antennae spread wide, curled itself up into a lovely dandelion, eyes closed, fast asleep beside the girl's legs.
Next up are all sorts of cute childhood photos, including but not limited to little spiders, scorpions, and mantises, as well as two golden, football-sized insect eggs nestled together, with a special note underneath: Double yolk eggs!!
The little robot was wondering if it would be shattered into pieces when it stepped out of the conference room with its left foot.
Before he could figure out how to deal with the other king insects' words, Wen Yuxiao scrolled too fast. After flicking through several landscape photos, the picture stopped on a man holding a long sword and looking back sideways.
The artificial intelligence was startled. Oh no, why is it this guy?
He kicked away all the other thoughts in his chip, and the four wheels under him slid rapidly, turning to face the silent girl, racking his brains to attract her attention: "Your Highness... um, this, uh?"
Damn, the CPU is really burnt out.
A flash of electric sparks passed over the little robot's head, followed by bursts of light smoke with a burnt smell. This body carrying some of his data was still a bit low-level. Although it could perform some basic interactions, it would be declared dead if it had to think more complexly.
"I'm fine." Wen Yuxiao couldn't explain clearly how it felt to see this person again.
It was as clear as if this period of time was captured and carefully preserved in a photo. The man, as pure and cold as a handful of fine snow, had picturesque eyebrows and eyes, a sparse and distant demeanor, a cold and serene demeanor, and was as serene as a god. He stood quietly in the wind, his clothes fluttering, as if he would ride on the wind and return to his heaven in the next second.
The long sword made of ice and snow in his hand reflected a dazzling cold light. Although he did not swing it, the mere sword light made people dare not look directly at it.
Later, the sword pierced through her heart at the most vulnerable and critical moment. It was indeed as cold and sharp as in the photo. It was rare for the man to hug her intimately. The long sword nailed them together, and the only warm breath was the other's breath as they rubbed their ears together.
Looking closely at this face, it is worthy of being the one that made her fall in love with him for a thousand years at first sight, and could not forget him for a long time. She went against all odds and was willing to become a tyrant to keep him by her side. He really has the appearance of an immortal, rare in the world, and stunning.
Even though so much time has passed, Wen Yuxiao still remembers that the skin of the Ice Clan members was so white that it was almost transparent, and their body temperature was as low as ice chips. When you held their hands, you could only feel waves of coldness.
She doesn't like heat, so there is a place in her palace that is covered with snow all year round. Before entering, she has to wear thick clothes and wrap herself in a plush shawl and scarf. From a distance, she looks like a snowball moving. After finally moving in front of people, she almost fell on her back when she sat down, making a big fool of herself.
Despite the difficulty, she was cheerful. She watched the people dancing with swords and clapped her hands like a little seal patting its belly, saying it was beautiful. She completely ignored the fact that her nose was red from the cold and she was shivering.
Whenever she finds something good, she will hand it to people like a treasure and ask them if they like it. If they like it, they can keep it. If not, she will keep it for herself.
He even loves the Ice Clan so much that he cooperated extensively with the planet where the Ice Clan lived. He even spent all his own money to help the people get out of poverty, equipping them from head to toe. He didn't stop until they were almost able to threaten his own status.
She never cares whether others like her or not. Anyway, I like your face very much. If you don’t want to, she is best at forcing love because she has a long-term guarantee.
Fortunately, it was not the one-way journey she had been longing for. The man would also accompany her to build two little snowmen that looked not very smart, tightly pressed together, with hands made of tree branches firmly embedded in each other and unable to be separated. If you try to pry them apart, the two snowmen will collapse and become a pile of meaningless broken snow.
Because she said she wanted to enjoy the snow scenery, he would clumsily carve a field of crystal ice flowers for her, light hundreds of low-temperature lanterns with his own hands, and patiently lay out a crooked heart with his best wishes for her burning in the wick, with his red, burned hands hidden behind them.
When she dived into the soft snow while playing, he would pull her out helplessly, carefully brush away the ice crystals on her head and face, and when his fingers gently brushed across her cheek, the temperature was as cold as the snow.
He leaned over and pressed his lips against hers, the affection hidden in them was as warm and touching as a thawing spring lake.
This angered the other Zerg so much that they held meetings every day, the main topic of which was how to defeat the foreign vixen and regain the Queen's favor.
Recalling her love-struck brain experience, Wen Yuxiao just found it funny. The sword did not leave a deep impression on her. After all, it was just a game character that could be resurrected immediately, and the reason for the time travel was not this. Compared with the life and death and unforgettable hatred, there were more sighs and regrets.
When she was the queen, there seemed to be some discord and dissatisfaction among the various civilizations, but she didn't care about that. If you don't accept it, I will beat you with my fists as big as sandbags until you accept it.
The subsequent assassination was also understandable, but I don't know how the man at that time was dealing with himself painfully and soberly with all kinds of emotions. On one hand, there was the righteousness of the country and the entrustment of an entire civilization that bent his strong spine, and on the other hand, there was the burning sincerity that the person he loved foolishly offered.
It's hard to have both, and committing suicide for love is probably the best choice he can make.
What a pity, I will jump back and forth and get up from the coffin.
Resurrection! My... cough cough.
Stopping his own divergent thoughts, Wen Yuxiao could easily guess what his fate would be. It was nothing more than a dismembered body, his bones crushed and scattered into ashes. He knew it clearly in his heart, but he couldn't help but ask, "What happened to him later?"
Maybe I have that hope in my heart, what if the Zerg suddenly goes crazy and spares someone's life? Although the hope is slim, it is not impossible!
Alarm bells rang in the AI's heart, vowing to sever any possibility of their rekindling their past relationship. Unfortunately, the system overloaded, smoke billowing from its head. It stumbled over its answer to Wen Yuxiao's question, "Still alive... On the Ice Tribe's home planet, witnessing firsthand the race's decline and the suffering of its people caused by his and the leader's irrational decisions."
"The high priest said... he would crush the sinner's heart and let him die in pain and regret."
This is really an unexpected answer, but on second thought it makes sense. Dying directly is not a crematorium. Making you suffer torture, swallow endless pain, and turning death into an undesirable relief is a truly vicious method.
Seeing that the little robot was about to burn up, Wen Yuxiao quickly called a halt. After the robot seemed to have returned to normal, he guiltily suggested, "How about we let him go?"
"Look, look—" Knowing that her kindness was showing up and she was being unreasonable like a saint, she quickly added: "I'm fine, I'm standing here just fine, and the sword didn't really hit me..." Her voice became lower and lower, and she became less and less confident.
The little robot shook its head: "This is not something I can influence. I need to discuss it with the other Overlords before making a decision."
Ah... Wen Yuxiao was a little dejected. If she cried, made a fuss, and even threatened to hang herself, everyone would definitely agree. But afterwards, they might secretly kill the person and bury him somewhere she couldn't see. There was nothing she could do. The King Insect was so petty.
When she looked up, she saw the man standing tall in the wind and snow. She could not imagine what he looked like when he was suffering. After all, he was the one she once held in her heart. No matter how cold and unloving he was now, she would still feel distressed if he fell into the mud and was ruthlessly crushed, unable to lift his head!
Wen Yuxiao pinched herself and secretly condemned herself in her heart: You are an unrepentant love-brained person!
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