mother of gods

☆、Chap.36

It ended with the pair spending five days in solitary confinement each, although Mary spent most of that time in bed.Ivan once visited this girl behind Sean's back. She was surprisingly thin, her dry hair was tangled together, her eye sockets were sunken like a skeleton, as if something was absorbing the nutrients in her body... and Ivan noticed that she was still pinching the letter, pink, against her mottled bright red nail polish.

"Tsk tsk, love, your name is the devil." So during lunch at noon that day, the young man sighed sincerely.

Then he managed to get a sneer from the captain.

"Where did you go for a stroll this morning?"

"Nowhere."

"Did you sneak to see Mary?"

"...No."

The captain moved his nose: "You smell like her stupidity."

Guiltyly, Ivan lifted the next door and sniffed his cuff, struggling to explain: "Why, I didn't smell it at all."

"Don't doubt it, it's because you stink for a long time so you can't smell it."

The lunch line moved forward a little, and Ivan picked up a red dinner plate confidently, reached out with his feet on his feet and took out a box of Cherry Coke from the freezer—for this normal drink, he would drink it every day I had to leave early, so I was caught by Sean today: "Oh, don't, Sean, don't make trouble for no reason."

"Who the hell is making trouble for no reason? Seriously, kid, I realize that you've become a little unscrupulous recently." The line moved a little further, and then Sean took a dragon fruit and put it on Ivan's dinner plate.

"I don't have one," Ivan twitched his mouth with a blushing face, "Also, take this red dragon fruit away."

"why?"

"It's so acidic, it almost knocked out my teeth last time."

"It's good for you, idiot, if you still want to grow taller," Sean frowned and hesitated for a while, "Besides, given your love for cherry-flavored Coke, I thought your aesthetics were the opposite of normal people Come."

"......roll."

Sean stroked the young man's dog's head in a good-tempered manner, and tolerantly changed the subject: "Christmas is coming soon."

"I'm glad you took the time out of your busy schedule to look at the calendar." Ivan raised the corners of his lips mockingly.

"Who is that because of?"

Ivan curled his lips: "..."

"If I hadn't been lying in the medical cabin for several weeks, the workload would not be so heavy now."

"It's as if your vice-captains are all on dry food."

Sean lazily brought a bowl of vegetable salad to Ivan, ignoring the latter's desire to look at the meat: "That's right."

Ivan tried to put the salad back where it was, but the man next to him pressed his hand: "Give me the fried chicken!"

"Why don't weasels eat so much meat?"

"Speaking in good conscience, I haven't had meat for days."

Sean, who thinks he has never withheld food from his subordinates: "...Don't put on that idiot expression."

So Ivan happily took the fried chicken cutlet to his plate.

"By the way, have you chosen your dancing partner yet?" The man tugged the young man who was looking around by the collar, pushed him into the senior crew lounge, and then asked all of a sudden.

Ivan didn't realize it for a while: "What partner?"

Sean clicked impatiently: "Christmas."

"Shall we dance?"

"Could it be that you want to eat until dawn the next day?"

"..." Ivan's expression told Sean that's what he thought.

"pig."

Ivan was expressionless: "Sean, I swear that one day, I will tell my mother about your personal attack on me."

The senior crew lounge looks very comfortable. There is a closed floor-to-ceiling glass window on the left, facing the outside. The holy and warm sunlight shines in. You can vaguely see the rolling hills in the distance. A few iron chairs with rattan flowers are loose. Scattered in the sun, the off-white sheepskin cushions were warmed by the sun, and there was basically no one there, so Ivan kicked his feet, found a seat facing the window and sat down, sighing comfortably.

However, before he could finish his sigh completely, Sean asked persistently: "Tell me, who are you going to invite?"

"No one is going to invite," Ivan poked the grilled chicken steak with a fork angrily, "I'm going to eat until dawn."

The man sighed, and raised his eyebrows slowly: "Actually, you know, you don't need to be so shy."

"I don't have any."

"Although you don't seem to have any advantages, as my former younger brother, with 'Sergeyevich' as ​​the family name, many people will agree to your invitation, so put on a thick skin."

"I don't need it."

Sean leaned back lazily: "Really?"

"It's true."

"Not a single candidate? It's not for you to take action now."

"No."

Sean paused: "Great, it seems that I have to doubt your sexual orientation."

"..."

Ivan raised his eyes sincerely, then blinked sincerely, and said very sincerely: "Sean, fuck you."

"Oh, come if you have the ability."

Just at this time--

With a "squeak", the door of the lounge was opened from the outside. The uncomfortable sound seemed harsh, but it successfully attracted the attention of the two Sergeyevichs.

"Oh, it's you—hello, Captain Lin, how are you doing today?" Ivan turned his head.

"Very good, my dear," Lin Zongyun obviously didn't expect Ivan to sit in the senior crew lounge. She brushed her hair behind her ears in a daze, but soon she calmed down, "You can go out Will it? I want to talk to the captain about something."

"of course can."

Ivan was just about to stand up with the plate——

"Where are you going, idiot?"

"Suddenly discovered that I haven't strangled you to death after living with you for 18 years. Is it really because of my cultivation that is different from ordinary people? Do I have to bring the following two words every time I speak? ——What's the matter?"

"sit down."

"Kelin Zongyun..."

"Is she your brother or I am your brother."

Ivan smiled: "Oh, neither of you."

So Sean was silent for a rare moment: "..."

"Is there anything else? If not, I will move Miss Lin."

"Tsk, there's no need for that," Sean frowned slightly, "Lin Zongyun, what are you doing?"

Lin Zongyun's expression didn't change, and she didn't seem to care much about his attitude.

"Captain Sean, the Christmas ball is coming soon."

"I know." Sean looked very cold.

It was so cold that Ivan couldn't help being a little embarrassed for the two of them.

It can be seen that Lin Zongyun dressed up specially, her black hair was curled into a very nice shape, her thin lips were painted with light red lipstick, beside her earlobes, magenta diamonds twinkled like stars at night, smell carefully When you smell it, you can even smell a faint orange fragrance.

"Will you be my dance partner?" she asked.

Sean was silent for a while, his indifferent eyes swept to the young man who was drinking Coke.

...Tsk, that looks really silly.

So, he withdrew his gaze, paused, and said:

"can."

The next second, the young man raised his head as if he had seen a ghost.

The author has something to say: So to put it simply, Sean hoped that Ivan would invite him, but Ivan didn't hear the subtext that he wanted to eat and drink, so Sean agreed to Lin's invitation in a fit of anger.

☆、Chap.37

Captain Xiao En agreed to the ball invitation of Deputy Captain Lin Zongyun.

——This news spread throughout the Explorer in one afternoon.

"Liar! Captain he won't agree to anyone's invitation!" From Andre in disbelief.

"That bitch who pretends to be noble." From the girls who were filled with righteous indignation.

"Actually, I bet he would invite Ivan." From an unknown person who strongly requested anonymity.

"I can't figure out what all the fuss is about." From one of the parties involved.

At this moment, the client was nestling in the warm and comfortable sofa, with his legs crossed and his hands resting on his chin, watching Ivan try to put his feet up, jumping up and down, trying to hang the star on the top of the Christmas tree.

This angle made the young man's long-legged and long-handed figure stand out undoubtedly. He was wearing a dark black low-necked sweater, and because the sleeves were pulled up, a large area of ​​fair skin was exposed. Can't help snorting.

Silly boy.

"Give it up, boy, you're not that tall."

Ivan turned his head blankly: "At least I'm trying, it's better than some guys who don't move."

"Have a conscience, if it weren't for me, you would still be living in the stomach of some worm. Think about it, the internal organs have been smashed into pieces."

Sean picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip. The coffee was very hot, even steaming white, with a tangy aroma that made Ivan move his nose involuntarily.

"So?" He worked hard for a long time, and finally hung the star on the top of the tree, twinkling and twinkling, illuminating the tall and dense evergreen trees.

"So I am qualified to sit here, in the image of your savior."

Ivan thought for a long time before holding back a sentence angrily: "Tsk, you should remember this matter forever."

"Of course, I will do this, you don't need to question it." Sean lazily showed a smirk.

The news that Christmas is coming dilutes some of the uneasy atmosphere on the ship, coupled with Lin Zongyun's recent public statement, mentioning that they can repair the auxiliary engine in at most two weeks-then people on board are a little more at ease Some, but this does not include Ivan.

I don't know why, but he always has some bad feelings, as if his heart is always hanging in mid-air, precarious, and there is a sharp blade that can pierce the flesh, and the blade surface reflects the biting cold around. ...which made him sleepless for days, and then got Sean's "you look like a panda" comment, aha, always mean.

"I just didn't sleep well." As Ivan said, pouted his buttocks and smashed a little ginger man model out of the cardboard box—the two mung bean eyes that gloated at other people's misfortune reminded him of the one next to him who was nestled on the sofa. A man—so he pondered for a while, and hung the little ginger man on the half of the Christmas tree.

Sean looked at the book without raising his head: "Oh, why?"

"God, look at your tone—what's the reason? If I knew why, I wouldn't be able to sleep?" Ivan said dryly. "That's a stupid question."

"To solve a problem is to get to its root."

"Oh, but I don't really want to solve problems."

"Come on, I don't want to ask someone to lend you foundation to cover your dark circles."

"Need not."

So Sean also lazily quieted down.

For a while, the room could only hear the sound of "crackling" from the fireplace, which was warm and accompanied by clusters of beating clusters of milky yellow firelight.

The shadow covered the thick red and green carpet on one side, and a soft beige sofa chair was placed on the other side of the blanket, facing the fireplace, which made Ivan jealous.

"Why are you staring at me blankly?" Sean closed the book in his hand with a snap, raised his eyes slowly, and met Ivan's gaze for a while, who had no time to look back.

I have to say that the latter's eyes are beautiful enough, the blue pupils seem to have some kind of magical power, the tails of the eyes are slightly upturned, and the full eyes make him look like some kind of small animal that secretly hoards winter food... ..It's so cute that it explodes.

Sean looked thoughtful as if he remembered something.

The young man quickly looked away like a thief, although he didn't know why he did this: "Don't be sentimental, ghosts are watching you."

"There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I don't have one." Ivan announced blankly.

Sean frowned slightly: "Seriously, boy, I've been thinking about one thing recently."

"what?"

Ivan took out another little ginger man from the cardboard box, this time it was black-eyed and black-haired... He thought about it, and secretly hung it up to the distance from the green-eyed little ginger man. Theoretically the farthest location.

Although he didn't know it at all, or tried not to think about his intentions in doing so.

"It feels like ever since I blocked the gun for you... Shit, can't say that - since that thing happened anyway, it's like we're engaged."

Ivan almost threw the little ginger man out of his hand: "What?!"

"Look at you, you are unscrupulous and lawless. You are simply arrogant and arrogant. I can't think of any other suitable metaphors."

"You can't say that, you almost scared me."

Sean showed a smirk without any sincerity: "So you admitted it?"

"Admit it to a ghost."

"Excellent, so tell me what it means to look at me that way?"

The captain stretched out his legs, and his whole body sank into the soft sofa chair. The warm orange fire light illuminated his handsome face, the light waves floated, and a dreamy and blurred atmosphere permeated his whole body.

"It's almost like a puppy who feels lost because he doesn't get love from his owner."

"...You always have the urge to swear at you."

"Come on, let's talk about it?" Sean picked up a little ginger man from the ground with sharp eyes-a few strands of chocolate-colored hair, round blue eyes, and more blue edible coloring should be added, but it's almost It was exactly the same as the glaring young man in front of him.

—so he had the audacity to put the gingerbread in his pocket.

Ivan was not angry: "There is nothing to say."

"Someone pissed you off?"

"No."

"Don't hide it, you must know that I am the captain of the Explorer, and it is not a problem to support you."

"What do you think when you suddenly say something like this that makes people's goosebumps fall all over the place?"

"Okay, so why exactly?"

"..."

"I didn't get hurt to add an ancestor to myself, boy, it's a bit difficult for me to do this."

"..."

Ivan belongs to the kind of person who would feel flustered if he didn't speak, a gossip spreader, and a loyal user of gossip, so he was a little hesitant, because he felt that if he didn't ask this question, he would put it on the bed at night. Suffocate yourself.

And his changing and struggling expression was seen by the captain at a glance. The latter knew him clearly, so he didn't urge him, but just stared at Ivan with those green eyes.

Just at this time.

"Is Ivan there?" A furry head poked into the room.

The sound broke the strange atmosphere in the room, and Ivan let out a long sigh of relief: "Yes, yes!"

"The day after tomorrow is Christmas, do you want to be my dance partner?" Andre explained, "After reading it, they have prepared 10 kinds of cakes this year, including chocolate milk tea, vanilla and mango ice cream, I think it would be a pity not to go .”

On the other side, stretching his legs, the man still looked casual.But his eyelids obviously moved, and his light green eyes slowly looked at the young man under the Christmas tree——

The young man nodded cheerfully.

"Of course!"

"Great, I'm afraid I'll be the only one left this year." Andre relaxed and patted his chest.

So Sean was the only one left in the room.

Sean: "...idiot."

☆、Chap.38

Andre closed the door carefully, with lingering fear: "Did you see the look in the captain's eyes just now?"

"What look?" Ivan stepped beside him with his hands in his trouser pockets, not very interested.

"It's the kind of look that if eyes can kill, I've died several times now."

The young man raised the corners of his lips mockingly: "It's a pity that eyes can't kill."

Andre looked a little worried: "He doesn't seem too unhappy."

"Is he happy?" Ivan complained while looking at the road with his head down. "It feels like someone owes him thousands of dollars every day. I'm really worried that his wife will be pissed off by him in the future."

"..."

"Tsk tsk, mean face."

On the eve of Christmas Eve, the ship was filled with a festive atmosphere.

The sailors who came and went wore thick sweaters, and colorful ribbons were thrown everywhere.Ivan moved his nose and could smell the faint fragrance of the freshly baked cake. Looking around, there were red and green decorations everywhere, and even the lampshades in the corridor were pasted with snowflake stickers—— It's a pity that it can't snow here.

"Ivan." Andrei said suddenly.

Ivan twisted his head, revealing his slender neck. He was always prone to sneezing on wool, so he could only watch Andre wearing a turtleneck sweater enviously: "What?"

"Aren't you jealous?" Andre thought thoughtfully.

And Ivan slammed on the brakes and stopped in place.

"......how is this possible?"

fart.

How could I be jealous.

Not a girlfriend.

Brother, no, why is the ex-brother jealous when he invites a girl? ?

impossible.

Totally impossible.

The expression on his face changed wonderfully, and beside him, Andre said seriously: "To be honest, your expression now is exactly the same as my ex-girlfriend - I still remember when I was forced by my family to go on a blind date, and I ended up with She entered the same restaurant, and then she first sat at another table with a blank face, asked the waiter for a cup of hot water, then walked up to me with that cup of water and splashed me all over, and then he used you now Looking at me with this expression is a memory I will never forget in my life."

"What expression?" Ivan straightened his chest confidently.

"Stare round your eyes, straighten your chest, and look like 'I'm scary, you have to be careful'."

Ivan let out a "ha": "..."

"Seriously, it's your own fault."

Ivan asked angrily: "Great, why are you blaming me again?"

"If you had invited the captain at that time, I bet he would have agreed."

"Wait, why did I invite that Sima face to the ball?"

Andre took it for granted: "Isn't this what you are jealous of? Captain Lin took the lead."

"Which kind of thing comes first?" Ivan twitched the corners of his mouth, "I've never been jealous of her, no matter which parallel world Earth is in."

"We're not on Earth."

"I'm not jealous either."

"You have."

"I do not have."

Andre walked in front of him and opened the door, and there was a noisy room inside.

The room is not big, the air is turbid, a thin translucent light suspension hangs in the front, and there are several rows of aluminum tables and chairs, which are full of people - it belongs to the routine meeting of the low-level crew.

Waste your time wasting your life, you deserve it.

"Then why do you have that expression on your face?"

"Damn, I'm obviously very happy." Ivan sat next to him, showing a standard smirk.

"Cheat a ghost," Andre propped up his jaw, and looked at him with a little worry, "Tell me, why are you abnormal? Have you eaten your stomach?"

"..." Ivan's eyes were a little erratic.

"Say it, I'm not laughing at you."

"..." So the young man pouted quickly, and moved his buttocks, "Well, I just don't like Lin Zongyun a bit."

"Just for this reason?" Andre narrowed his eyes unwillingly.

Ivan's rare good temper: "Yes, for this reason, if you ask again, you will be stuffed into the belly of the table."

Andre blinked, and wanted to spy on some more in-depth information, but suffered from the threat of "stuffing the table belly", he still kept his mouth shut.

Suddenly, at this moment, a senior crew member with a bitter face came to the podium.

——Why do you say he is a hard worker?

Because no one below paid even a little attention to him.

At this moment, Ivan sat firmly in his seat, listening to Andre complaining about how much Captain Lin is a "teacher";

To his left, two girls are discussing whether to wear green or red nail polish for Christmas;

There was a young man in front of him, who was devouring his breakfast. Ivan couldn't help but move his nose because of the aroma of Korean fried rice cakes.

"—Please be quiet, everyone."

The girl on the left: "Hey, I don't want green, it's a color of forgiveness. If my boyfriend cheats, I'm afraid I can't help but take a kitchen knife and chop up that couple."

"--Quiet!"

The girl on the right: "But red is too gaudy. Didn't you notice that Lin Zongyun painted red? I don't want to be in the same color as her, shame on me."

"—Give me peace!"

"red."

"green."

"--Quiet!"

"Red, shut your mouth."

"You're the one, Green."

Then there was a fight at the front of the room.

——It was a real fight, the fist was fleshy, bang bang bang bang, it made Ivan look dumbfounded.

……

Ten minutes later, Lin Zongyun led the team and took away the crew members who were in dispute.

In fact, there were a total of 50 people in the fleet when I came here. Recently, a total of 16 crew members have been lost due to various reasons, and the remaining 34 people include Mary who has a bad mind and the earrings that were locked up. Male, and a few comrades who have joined the confinement team now.

...Lucky God, they'll be out of this damn place in a few days.

"—Ah, this is life." Ivan stretched himself on the seat.

"Life what?" A very magnetic voice.

"Life...life is not easy, do more good deeds." Ivan blinked after reacting, just in time to meet the man's green eyes.

And Andre on the other side was already suffocated with surprise.

To be precise, the surprise is greater than the surprise.

Sean smirked, reached out and took out an open bag of tomato-flavored potato chips from his desk belly.

Ivan looked at him angrily. Due to the sudden incident, he hadn't finished eating, so his cheeks were still moving, like a hamster staring... So Sean chose to put a plastic bag the weight of.

——Good guy, the potato chips are already half empty within a short while after the meeting.

"Confiscated."

"Shit."

"Wait for me."

"Oh." Ivan replied dryly.

Sean didn't dawdle on him too much. In fact, he just glanced at Ivan, and after making the latter angry enough, he turned around and amplified his voice a little.

"Everyone, in view of the current shortage of manpower, today's regular meeting will be led by me."

So everyone fell silent immediately.

And the captain swayed slowly to the front of the room, he pulled up a chair, the legs of the chair dragged on the ground and made a long "squeak" sound, and then he sat down arrogantly in the captain's unique way, his green eyes glanced casually A circle of people with different looks.

"Any questions?"

"..."

Dare not dare to have.

Sean lowered his eyes and flipped through the computer: "Very good, to make a long story short-currently, the explorer's energy reserve is 60%, the ore reserve is 40%, and the auxiliary engine repair progress has been completed by 70%..."

He spoke from above, and Andrei came to Ivan's ear from below.

"This man is damn sexy."

Ivan twisted his head: "Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"But that doesn't affect my admiration for outstanding homosexuals." Andre snorted.

"Screw you."

then.

"Mr. Ivan Sergeyevich?" Sean leaned back halfway on the chair, moved the corners of his lips, and called out viciously—then everyone looked at Xiao in unison. Well, then turned their heads together and looked at Ivan together.

"..."

Ivan turned left and right, fidgeting.

Then he moved his butt.

"Where did I just say?"

"......do not know."

"Oh, I don't know," Sean repeated lazily, changing to a more comfortable position.

"Why haven't you died of shame?"

"Sean, it's physiologically impossible for this to happen." Ivan sat on the seat dryly, screaming like a groundhog in his head with a frantic "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He felt like his head was about to smoke and shut down.

"Call the captain, idiot."

"captain."

☆、Chap.39 (end with inverted V)

"I can't figure out why someone can be so mean!" Ivan strode ahead, "Ha, so mean!"

Andre showed a dreamy expression: "Be mature, Ivan, didn't you notice that he only paid attention to you during the whole meeting?"

The young man paused and turned his head mockingly: "Oh, what a great honor."

"really."

"..."

Soon, there was only less than a day left before Christmas Eve, and the few people on the entire ship began to get busy.

After the second regular meeting, the bridge arranged for Andre to decorate the festival hall, but May's figure never appeared, and Mary was still wandering around every corner like a ghost, everyone was doing something of their own , except Ivan.

He seemed to be the only one at leisure since the suspension of outgoing expeditions.

In any case, after waking up this morning, Ivan felt a little uncomfortable—not psychologically, but physically, that lazy, powerless feeling of not wanting to move.

His temples ached, his nose was sore, he walked on the road like he was stepping on clusters of marshmallows...

Touching the frozen goosebumps on his body, the young man thought he might have a cold.

This is really strange.

He froze in place, then went to the restaurant to pack a sandwich.

Putting it in his pocket, he tapped his feet and said hello to a few colleagues passing by. After his colleagues passed by him, he turned his head and watched their figures hurrying away. voice dialogue.

"There seems to be another fight in Area C."

"It's really annoying, one or two manic ones are like lions."

"I wonder if they are full."

"who knows."

Ten minutes later, he walked slowly to the door of the captain's room.

The captain’s room is located in the senior crew’s living area. It is very quiet. The floor is covered with gray short-pile carpets. There are large brown log walls on both sides of the corridor. the taste of.

After sneezing forcefully, Ivan sniffed, raised his head, and looked at the name carved on the log door——

Sean Sergeyevich.

He took his hand out of his pocket, looked at the door that was two heads taller than himself, so thick and oppressive, thought for a while, curled up his fingers, and knocked on it with his knuckles.

knock knock --

"..."

No one answered the door.

The next second, he gripped the doorknob, and the cold metal texture made him shiver uncontrollably.

Then he pressed down hard—

Squeak.

The door opened, and there was only empty, cold air inside.

It was a scent that belonged to Sean, very light and familiar, and slightly relieved Ivan's tense nerves.

He froze on the spot for a while, and decided to poke his head out and take a look inside.

The headlights were turned off, and a floor lamp standing on the carpet in the corner of the room was faintly shadowed, exuding dim light yellow light, like tiny fireflies, dispelling a little of the gloom.

Sean wasn't in there.

Ivan looked at the big soft bed in the shadows very consciously.

——It looks so comfortable.

—Go to sleep.

In just a few seconds, he swayed wildly between the options of "return the same way" and "be beaten up by Sean".

Finally, the demon in his heart drove him to push the door open completely, and with a soft "squeak", he walked softly through the wide room, then sat down on the bed, and let out a comfortable sigh.

Be nice.

heaven.

Ivan threw the shoes aside, turned around and rolled around on the bed unconsciously.

He was comfortably and softly tucked into the quilt, and six fluffy pillows surrounded him, which made him smack his tongue, as if it was not a pillow but a digital warm jade in his arms.

Soon, he smelled of Sean all over his body.

It's like going back to the night when Sean was a child and a father and a mother reading him a bedtime story——

Although at that time, men always like to add some subjective comments, such as "she is not an idiot to eat an apple given by a stranger, don't learn", or "it's too hypocritical to complain about a pea under it after sleeping A little bit, Ivan, what do you dare to do, be careful that I beat you" Wait, wait, wait...

So Ivan felt a sore nose and felt uncomfortable.

He moved his body in a daze from the fever, his whole body was hot, his cheek was involuntarily pressed against the cold pillow, and he muttered unconsciously.

Then he inadvertently noticed the Christmas tree in the corner.

Obviously, the owner of the Christmas tree didn't care about it at all, because it still remained the same as when Ivan was called away by Andre last time, half dead and empty.

— except in one place.

Ivan groaned while holding his forehead.

Not far away, the milky yellow light lit up a small piece of fog formed by the temperature difference between inside and outside.

In the thin mist, a little ginger man with green eyes was hanging on the branch of an evergreen tree. His palm-sized body was painted with crooked lines of white chocolate.

And next to it is a little ginger man with blue eyes, holding hands together, and a red cherry-flavored line outlines a smile.

"..."

I don't know if he burned his head or what, but Ivan felt a little moved.

He sniffed hard.

I closed my eyes.

Then, the dream begins.

......

After spinning around for a while, he felt as if he was back in the body of the tentacle monster again.

The timeline of this dream is slightly earlier than the last tea party.

Surrounded by dark yellow insect nests that cover the sky and the sun, the nests are connected to huge rotating planets. The cheese-like appearance is covered with densely packed holes, a small hole is connected to a big hole, and the inside is dark, with cobweb dust indistinct. , can't see what's hidden.

At this moment, he was lying on the back of a planet, a little sleepy.

A few extra tentacles spread in outer space, lazily, like a lioness basking in the sun on the African savannah, unable to raise her spirits, she can only twitch her tail occasionally to drive away flies, and doesn't bother to care about the lively little ones around her. lion.

Wait...how is this metaphor so weird?

A voice suddenly entered his mind.

At first, the voice was murky, and he couldn't hear anything clearly, and the cries one after another were like the buzzing of mosquitoes, buzzing, buzzing, non-stop.

So he flicked his tentacles a little violently.

But soon, the voice gradually became clear.

It should come from a great distance, as if thousands of people were chanting some kind of prayer at the same time.

Waves of tide swept over the human voice, sometimes louder and sometimes smaller, although Ivan didn't want to move for a moment, but the strong emotion in the sound waves made him unable to ignore——

After all, that voice was so fanatical.

Crazy to the point of chilling.

At this moment, a huge spider crawled to his side.

The movement was very light and silent, and the eight sharp giant legs supported the body, and the shiny black peas were inlaid on the head, one after another, densely packed.

Fortunately, Ivan is not such a dense phobic patient.

"Ma'am, the people of Nanya are calling for you."

Ivan heard himself say in a very beating voice, "It's too far away, don't go."

Clean and tidy, as arrogant as you want.

But the spider did not give up, but persuaded earnestly: "If you don't go, the leader will