From interstellar refugee to marshal's wife

It was quiet in the Haike Star Palace Building Complex. All the aliens walking, sitting and lying were very careful and did not dare to make any big noise.

The high priest laughed wildly with joy all the way to the gorgeous palace that temporarily served as the residence of the alien lord.

"Great news from my lord!" The voice came before anyone arrived.

The alien lord, who was lying upright on a large bed studded with jewels, showed no reaction at all. Instead, it was locked in a cage, an ugly creature with a mutilated black-brown fish tail and a mouth full of mutilated fangs, and winced fiercely at the sound. His blue-purple eyes secretly looked at the alien lord who was still lying on the big bed, and moved an inch to the corner of the cage with his two hands that had been cut webbed, had nails pulled out and were bloody.

During this movement, the high priest was swept in like a tornado. Before the guard at the door even had time to salute, he had already set his sights on the big bed. "Master, get up quickly! Look what great news I have brought!"

Not only did the alien lord on the bed not get up, he wrapped himself in a blanket and turned into a large silkworm baby. He also tried to hide his head under the pillow, trying to avoid the magic sound coming from the high priest piercing his brain.

But the high priest is the only one in the alien race who is not afraid of the master, so he immediately takes action to make enough food and clothing.

The alien lord, who got up passively and had not yet opened his eyes, was so upset that he could only sigh: "High Priest, tell me what news you have."

The high priest delivered a detailed navigation route and starship information to the Lord, regardless of whether he could see it with his eyes closed: "There is an idiot in the main star of the Pluto System who came to us and asked us to sneak to the border and take this ship Killed everyone on board the spaceship. He also promised to provide us with the latest information on the "seed"."

Hearing the word "seed", the alien master opened his eyes. His blood-red pupils focused on the information in front of him and read carefully: "It's just a big musician, a small family that doesn't even have an inherited musical instrument..."

Pointing at the background check on the information, he said: "Here are the information that the prince collected before. The head of the Hillman family is not a man of his word. His reputation is very bad, and his words cannot be trusted."

He poured cold water on the high priest indifferently: "The Pluto people are cunning and treacherous. I'm afraid they just want to use our hands to get rid of trouble for themselves. Have you forgotten why the prince is so helpless?"

The high priest waved his hands and said indifferently: "Why do you say it so harshly? The prince is just restoring the state of an egg. As long as the conditions are right, he can be reborn in a hundred and eighty years. If others don't know, I still don't know about you and the prince. The bond between each other? As long as one of you and the prince is still alive in the world, the other will lose all memories and be hatched again. "

"Otherwise, you wouldn't really have allowed those people from the Pluto Galaxy to harm the prince." The high priest pointed to the corner of the big bed, the giant half-human-tall creature with a blood-red background and white spots at the feet of the king. Dan said.

The dome seemed to understand what he said. It jumped twice and turned around, with its back facing outward as if it didn't want to talk to the high priest. The Lord was quite happy to see it: "Okay, to be serious, High Priest, you think you can take advantage of this opportunity..."

Seeing that the Lord finally understood what he meant, the high priest smiled so hard that his mouth almost burst from his ears: "Exactly! No matter what his character is like as a bullshit great musician, he wants us to dispose of this spaceship for him. It is necessary to provide the real-time coordinates of our starship. At that time, we can directly set the jump point to easily avoid the sight of the Pluto Galaxy Legion and directly enter the rear of the Pluto Galaxy. "

"As for the information he said about providing us with "seeds," I still trust our own people more."

The high priest was making plans in his mind: "I can ask him for a sum of supplies, minerals or crystal stones. Although the main star is heavily guarded, there are many places for development on the edge planets."

The Lord, however, was not interested: "I'm talking about the high priest... are you sure that Qian Duoduo is the "seed"? How come I don't see anything special when I look at it horizontally or vertically?"

Then someone muttered: "I'm not gay. If you come here to be the leader of monsters, you still want me to rob, the overlord, and a man by force!"

"Lord! Are you muttering something in an incomprehensible language again?" The high priest was really at a loss for this generation of lords. Ever since the master was severely injured when he was white-sealed and re-hatched from the egg, he often talked to himself in a language he didn't understand. On the contrary, they showed a lack of interest in external expansion and racial revitalization.

"No! I just said that I like women! The kind with thin waists, big breasts, and gentle little thoughts. Look at how much money this has! You don't look like someone who can lie down and be pressed, right?" The alien master threw out a picture In Qian Duoduo's candid photos, his cold eyebrows and eyes are about to materialize and condense into a knife flying out to kill someone!

A drop of sweat fell from the high priest's forehead: "Only you or the prince and the "seed" can give birth to perfect offspring, so that our entire race can comply with the rules, reproduce and carry forward the upright generations from generation to generation..."

"Although we can now rely on the advantage we have to continue to parasitize weak forces and races. But this is not a long-term road. There is only destruction at the end of this road and there is no future!"

The high priest felt that he was the most pitiful among all the high priests in history. The main duties of his predecessors were to assist the master in finding "seeds" and at the same time control the speed of racial expansion not to be too rapid.

After all, even if the stars are infinite, it still takes time for a civilization to develop to the point where it can satisfy their parasitic exploitation. Too rapid expansion will only make the alien race fall into a situation where they are exhausted and have no more parasitic targets to starve to death.

Therefore, the seniors often need to spend a lot of time to persuade the lord not to go to war, and just eat and drink enough. If you eat too much now, you will starve to death sooner or later!

But when it came to him, the master didn't want to make progress and the prince was idle.

Fortunately, he was luckier than other ancestors. At least he saw the appearance of the "seed" that the alien race had been looking forward to for thousands of years.

The Lord picked his ears with his little finger and dug out the non-existent earwax: "Then grab the "seed" back first, and let him and the "seed" have children when the prince comes out."

The high priest, who was still immersed in the misery of his own life, suddenly heard these words, his head no longer hurt, and his heart no longer ached. Looking at the blood-red dome facing him at the foot of the bed, he felt particularly pleasing to the eye: "Hey~ So the master wants to implement this plan?"

The Lord nodded angrily: "I will let the general obey your instructions. You are solely responsible for this. Just tell me what you need." Anyway, it's not just about bending him.

Regardless of the violent vibrations coming from the egg at the foot of the bed, the bed board was banging loudly. Who knows that there is a saying: It's better to kill a Taoist friend than to die a poor Taoist?

The alien lord, who had no psychological burden at all, just designated the unhatched prince as the one who would cooperate with the "seed" to reproduce perfect offspring.