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Wen Yuxiao didn't know whether she should laugh at this moment, but the strong wind didn't affect her at all. It didn't even lift her hair. Even the falling flowers and leaves just fluttered around her and didn't touch her at all. It was indeed a grand performance as the priest said.
But this was someone else's territory, so no matter what confusing behavior the other party displayed, she could only bite the bullet and applaud: "Oh, that's really good, really good."
What was surprising was that amidst her extremely awkward flattery and encouragement, the white-haired man who looked noble, cold and unattainable actually blushed slightly and his cobalt blue eyes lit up, as if receiving her recognition and praise was such a great thing.
The awkward part of the routine meeting finally ended. Wen Yuxiao sat on the grass, thinking about apologizing to him for her recent offensive behavior.
The priest simply sat down beside her, not caring at all that his white robe would be stained by dirt and dust.
The distance between them was not that close, and Wang Chong had good control over this. By observing Wen Yuxiao's subtle expressions and small movements, he could clearly tell what the appropriate distance was. He could carefully test the bottom line of whether she would run away if he got one step closer, until the other party trusted him.
"By the way, didn't you say last time that spiritual counseling could help you confirm my identity? How about it, do you understand it now?" Wen Yuxiao looked at the white-haired man beside him with anticipation, waiting for him to say sorry that he had found the wrong person, and then the two of them would go their separate ways and never meet again.
Perhaps because he was touched by her adorable eyes, or perhaps because he couldn't bear to tell her a conclusion that went against her own thoughts, the priest laughed and nodded: "Yes, it is confirmed, you are Her Majesty the Queen."
Wen Yuxiao suddenly became depressed, like a wilted cabbage.
"But," the priest didn't want to see her negative expression, so he continued, "If you don't want to go to the Zerg main planet, then don't go. I'm already satisfied just being able to see you in my dreams every day."
Mom, he seemed to be emitting a layer of holy light all over his body... Sensing that the plot might have a turning point at this point, and that he might not have to die in the future, Wen Yuxiao's eyes lit up. He felt that the priest was worthy of being the chief diplomat of the Zerg. He spoke in a very coherent manner and was about to increase his favorability to the maximum.
"But, I really miss you." The priest smiled and spoke slowly. His voice sounded so sincere. His expression was clearly a smile, but Wen Yuxiao could see with rare keenness that the other person was very sad.
It seemed like the little monster under the mask was crying silently, but it had a layer of human skin to cover it, so it could still smile at her.
She didn't know what to say. In fact, the interstellar history class in school also told her that after the war that determined the ownership of the entire universe, the Zerg had lost their Queen for decades. Despite this, the remaining Zerg were still able to maintain the operation of such a top-level and huge race. Many scholars believed that they were pure monsters and would not have the emotion of sadness at all. The Queen might be dispensable to them.
Or maybe a new queen will be born in the next hundred years.
These theories have not been verified by the Zerg, and are even forbidden to be circulated in the Zerg galaxy. This ambiguous attitude quickly led to the rise of another group of scholars. They believed that the Zerg were too dependent on the Queen and could not accept the fact of losing the Queen, the "mother", and were immersed in grief and unable to extricate themselves.
Neither of these two hypotheses has been verified. The Zerg are engaged in high-tech research and development to blow up the stars and are too lazy to pay attention to these rumors flying around. As a result, a novel is very popular in StarCraft now - "Rebirth of the Zerg Queen"
Wen Yuxiao loved reading before he was found by the King Insect. Whenever he was tired from studying or working, he would open a book, store it in his brain, and forget it after reading it. He didn't remember any of the story or the characters.
But now, a king insect of noble status revealed his sadness to her and expressed his longing for her.
Perhaps he could decide the end of a planet with a flip of his hand, or plan the life and death of an entire race with just a few words, but if she peeled off his beautiful mask now, she would get a crying little monster.
Seeing that Wen Yuxiao had no intention of objecting, the white-haired priest continued, rambling on and on about the past: "I remember before you left, you told me that you wanted a planet full of flowers so that you could go there for vacation in the future. At that time, we two hardworking people would go there secretly without telling others, play for ten days or half a month, and then come back;
I thought this was the reward you promised me, as long as I could continue to bring you victory. Now that I think about it, it turns out to be an unattainable expectation of mine...
But, I am lucky to see you again in my lifetime. Welcome back, Your Majesty."
It was a long conversation. The priest looked at her, his blue eyes unblinking, with a glimmer of sweet happiness. His fingers moved, and he seemed to want to give her a hug, but considering that she didn't like close contact with other people, he forced himself to hold back.
Wen Yuxiao was very moved. If she didn't know that she was a fake queen, she would be even more moved. Perhaps saying this would ruin the atmosphere a bit, but she still had to say it. This deep affection was probably fed to the puppies. The real queen was probably still wandering on the streets and couldn't hear the heartfelt words of the king insect in front of her.
It would be a lie to say that he was not moved. This promise sounded very familiar. It was probably a scene from the original text. Thinking of this, Wen Yuxiao suddenly knew how to comfort the other party.
"Don't worry," she approached and patted him on the shoulder. It was difficult to be too affectionate, so she acted like a good brother. "You will definitely go on vacation to that planet full of flowers with your Queen in the future."
"Okay." The priest showed a sincere smile, and the gloom on his body was swept away. After getting this promise, he was full of energy to go back and trick his rival.
Then, a faint blush of shyness appeared on his fair face. He looked at the doubtful girl in front of him expectantly, lowered his eyes, and looked pitiful. "Then, can I hug you?"
Wen Yuxiao's sympathy was almost broken, and she also realized that they would argue for a long time on the point of "whether she is the real queen" until the heroine appeared.
But she suddenly had a good idea.
"Swear," Wen Yuxiao said, "as long as you swear that you will not regret what you are doing now and will not do anything to harm me personally, I will hug you."
"Okay." The priest continued without hesitation, "I swear on my life that I will never regret it, and I will never harm you, either now or in the future."
The white-haired man with a cool and beautiful face suddenly took the girl's hand and placed it on his neck. Feeling her fingers pressing on his fragile Adam's apple, he smiled contentedly and said softly, "If I do anything to harm you, you can strangle me to death. I won't resist."
"Now, you can try it too." He smiled with his eyes curved, and raised his neck indulgently, exposing the fatal point, as if he was expecting the girl to pinch him hard, until his breathing became rapid, his eyes collapsed, and he fell to the ground unable to move. Finally, bruises appeared on his neck, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his heart stopped beating.
He didn't mind gaining the other party's trust in any way. To him, the whip on his body was also delicious honey. As long as it was a reward from the Queen, he would gladly accept it no matter what, and the same went for death.
Wen Yuxiao widened her eyes, not understanding why he was swearing one second and then doing such an extreme thing the next. Her fingertips felt the beating of his pulse, and her Adam's apple rolled slightly when he spoke. She retracted her hand as if it was burned.
"Calm down..." She shrank back involuntarily, but behind her was a rose bush in full bloom. The delicate petals almost brushed her cheeks. The rich and somewhat sweet floral fragrance and the dryness in her throat made her feel almost nauseous.
Her current situation is that she has nowhere to escape.
The white-haired man, however, kept approaching her, kneeling on the ground, supporting himself with his hands. Like a deadly ghost sucking people's essence, he stubbornly approached her and asked, "Can I hug you?"
Wen Yuxiao nodded randomly, thinking only of saving his life and asking the other party not to get so close to him. He had to find a way to escape. He didn't hear what the other party had just asked, nor did he think about what he had agreed to.
Then, being embraced in a passionate embrace, the man sighed with satisfaction and bent down to kiss the top of her head. The white hair fell to the tips of her ears, bringing a subtle itch. His cold and sharp fragrance completely replaced the scent of roses. He was such a gentle and elegant man, but his fragrance was so repellent. What a stark contrast.
The whole person was almost pressed against the other person's chest to be sniffed. Wen Yuxiao was still able to catch his breath for the time being. Wrapped in the cold fragrance, he felt that he was about to be marinated.
Just as she was thinking that she should let go after holding him for too long, a familiar feeling flooded into her brain, instantly disrupting her still clear thoughts.
Wen Yuxiao suddenly softened and collapsed into the man's arms without any resistance. Her eyes were blank and her eyelids were slightly closed. She was held by the man, who used his fingers to carefully comb her long hair and whispered affectionately, "Mother, you are so good, so good."
When she regained consciousness, Wen Yuxiao subconsciously clenched her fists, but she only gripped the not-so-thick quilt. Although she had woken up from the ambiguous dream, she was stunned for two seconds. A red color quickly spread from her neck to her head. She felt like a kettle steaming.
While brushing her teeth, Wen Yuxiao imaginatively banged the White-haired King Bug's head. She stared at her slightly depressed self in the mirror with resentment, until her friend yawned as she passed by her and sniffed, "What's that smell... It smells quite nice. Did you put on perfume?"
She shook her head, explaining that she didn't have the money to buy unnecessary things, but her friend persisted, holding her waist and smelling her: "It feels so cool, baby, you smell so good today."
She finally realized something was wrong, lowered her head and sniffed her wrist, smelling the familiar cold fragrance, and her expression froze in an instant.
Oh no, she’s really marinated it!
During his leisure time this afternoon, Wen Yuxiao took out his tattered multifunctional communicator that looked like an antique and searched: Can the powerful Zerg influence reality through mental power?
The top Zerg artificial intelligence terminal hidden in her communicator, which had never been so stuck in its life, sighed: As expected of a priest, he is quick to act.
Unable to let the priest go on living so smoothly, he decided to do something. He wrote a detailed answer that could never be found in the encyclopedia and submitted it to Wen Yuxiao. He successfully captured the other party's cute little expression of disbelief and distress, and transmitted it all back to the encrypted document of the main body.
"Yes, the Zerg Overlord, codenamed the Priest, possesses this ability. He can use his mental energy to control dreams and influence reality to a certain extent. This powerful ability has also caused him to become somewhat schizophrenic. Although everyone says he is an extremely outstanding and competent diplomat, he certainly has a bad side, such as being a bit petty and vindictive..."
The entire article was filled with slander. Wen Yuxiao frowned as he read it. He had no idea that a normal encyclopedia would only give a rough description of the priests, and their abilities were limited to their powerful mental strength.
She suddenly raised her head warily and looked at the miniature camera in the corner that was emitting a faint red light. In the past, she would not have paid any attention to this thing. After all, in the interstellar age, this thing was everywhere in the streets and alleys, and there was truly no blind spot.
But something was wrong today. Whenever she stood under the camera, she felt uncomfortable all over, like being scratched by a kitten. She always felt like someone was watching her through the camera, which was a bit creepy.
At first, she thought this feeling was just paranoia and thought she could just endure it, but after a day, she couldn't stand it anymore. She made eye contact with the cameras and began to wonder if they were infected with a virus.
The terminal thought that she was indeed the Queen, and was still sensitive to sight, so it did not dare to monitor her from all angles anymore, and silently transferred its own data.
It doesn't matter, he can continue his "protection" of the Queen in some marginal cameras.
Now the Queen's mental power has not yet fully awakened. The fact that she has been able to find herself a little better is entirely the result of the priest's diligent mental guidance. It should be fine to move the camera to a more remote location and not stare at her continuously and intensively for 24 hours.
The electronic data, who looked no different from a pervert, laughed "hehe" and continued to look at the girl wholeheartedly.
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