Chapter 47 The Black Hand Behind the Scenes

The main star is in the most magnificent palace.

A huge screen wall that looked like transparent glass was simultaneously broadcasting interviews with Limp and Heras.

When the male insect talked about Heras, his tone was full of praise. Even when he talked about being tortured, he did not complain at all. He talked freely with a smile in his eyes.

Of course, it is also possible that he was tortured during his service and was afraid of it, so he dared not show any flaws at this time and could only keep saying good things about Heras.

Heras was always calm and taciturn, but he still said a few more words.

At first glance, the two insects look like a perfect match.

In front of the screen, the blonde female insect slowly swung the red wine glass in her hand, smiling tenderly and affectionately, her eyes fixed on Heras' face, as if she wanted to pass through the screen and face the insect on the screen.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are transparent from the inside to the outside, but nothing can be seen from the outside to the inside.

The female insect took a sip of red wine, glanced at Limp's face with an extremely disgusted, trashy look, and then decisively turned off the incessant and harsh sound, leaving only the picture.

The voice of Heras's interview continued.

But the sound that once obsessed him was now extremely noisy, and every word was praising Limp, trying to help him wash away some of the stigma.

Both sounds were muted.

Kane curled the corners of his mouth and slowly moved his hands over Heras' lips, cheeks, eyelids and forehead, as if he couldn't feel the cold touch of the window.

"Heras, what good is it to be a lowly male insect?"

As the interview came to an end, Ya-Fei's expression was obviously unusually excited.

Cain was curious and turned on the sound, just in time to hear the female's question: "Have you been marked by Limp Male?"

Mark?

Kane was disdainful.

That useless male hasn't even had the guts to put anything in Heras's food yet.

Where does the courage to mark Heras come from?

How could Heras possibly let him get what he wanted?

What's the point of this kind of problem...

But in his ears, the voice he had heard over and over again on the tape made him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar: "Marked."

Heras' eyes were smiling, as if he was reminiscing, but his tone was quite firm: "It's marked."

Kane's laziness and smile disappeared completely at this moment. One of his hands was clenched into a fist, while in the other hand, the luxurious wine glass remained motionless.

In his eyes, crazy red bloodshot quickly took over all clarity, and murderous intent gushed out from his terrifying dark pupils.

How could this happen… ?

Impossible!

In the middle of the rare plant outside the French window, a female insect was moving, causing the leaves to sway slightly.

Kane closed his eyes, suppressed the violent emotions in his heart, and pointed casually: "Espionage to the royal family, kill him."

The female insect that was pruning the flowers had just stood up, wiping the sweat from her forehead, when she was beaten and kicked by two female soldiers and dragged down.

Before long, a smell of blood filled the air.

The female soldier came to report to Cain, holding a pair of eyeballs and a pair of shriveled purple wings respectfully.

Seeing that Kane was staring at the public interview of Xiong Baohui, he had no choice but to put down the bloody thing in his hand, bowed and walked out.

Kane turned off the video impatiently, raised his glass and drank it all, without even looking at the remains of the female insect: "Heras, you are really! Good job!"

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Interview in progress.

As Heras listened to the female's question, he couldn't help but want to reach out and touch the insect pattern.

Not tagged.

A few words went around in his mouth but he didn't say them out.

Heras could almost imagine the little male child's eagerness to assert his sovereignty and to claim that he and he were a couple. He was overjoyed, but would look at him pitifully afterwards.

Limp would not let go of such a good opportunity.

They may even exaggerate the story and make it sound ridiculous so that all the insects will believe it to be true.

Heras thought, with a smile that contained an indulgence that he himself was not even aware of.

Anyway, it's too late, why not just go along with him?

He would be very proud, right?

I would be happy for several days, peeking at others with sticky eyes, and feel guilty like a rat that stole oil when I was caught.

"Marked."

Horus heard himself say this.

The female's hand holding the microphone began to tremble, and her lips also began to tremble, as if she had some serious illness.

On the other side, Limp looked determined as if he was going to join the party: "No."

He liked it, but he couldn't selfishly ruin Heras' future.

There are far more female insects than male insects, so it is difficult to find a mate, let alone a high-level female insect like Heras, who needs an even more high-level male insect to soothe her in order to be effective.

If he is marked, it will be even more difficult to find a suitable male insect.

As Limp said this, his heart was bleeding with pain.

But soon, he noticed that the female in front of him had a strange expression and reached out to press the earphone.

Afterwards, Ya-Fei forced a smile and quickly ended the interview without even saying a few words at the end.

Limp was puzzled, but he could only watch them leave.

"What's going on?"

Sensing something amiss from the expressions of those working bugs, Limp muttered to himself.

Of course, he could not have imagined that in order to keep his tone consistent with his, Heras actually announced to the entire Interstellar Zerg Clan that he had been marked.

From then on, Heras would no longer be included in the list of female monarchs of all noble families and high-ranking male insects.

At this point, the interview on the much-watched "male insect deceiving female insect incident" completely changed its tone, from being concerned about whether the male insect had been severely punished to being concerned about the colonel's private life.

The Male Protection Association's attempt to calm the public's anger over the innocent abuse of female insects through public opinion has also come to nothing.

"What are you thinking about?"

The two defendants came out of the interview room, not even realizing that their answers to the confessions were not well-coordinated, but had already caused an uproar.

Limp replied casually, "I always felt that the expression of the sub-female just now was weird."

Heras understood.

Limp probably said that he had marked him, which caused the other party to be unconvinced.

"Nothing to say to me?"

Limp turned around and moved towards Heras: "I'm so tired."

After being picked up by Heras, Limp cursed himself in his heart, but then he felt happy again.

Whoever hugs someone, it’s not a hug?

Anyway, Heras's heartbeat was so close to his.

[Heras sticks...]

Heras lowered his eyes and listened to his inner thoughts, feeling happy without realizing it, and simply pretended to let go.

Limp shrank back in fear, but did not actually fall. He looked around and found no bugs, then he boldly stuck his head out of the snail shell.

"Are you still angry? Can you tell me why you were angry before?"

Heras looked at him deeply, with a very earnest look.

Limp felt himself surrounded by the lake and about to sink, gurgling and bubbling.

"Are you hiding something from me?"

Limp thought of the intimate conversations he had had with Xie Si, of his friendship with Helaska in other capacities, and of the love in his heart that he could hardly suppress.

He opened his mouth, but what he finally said was: "No."