[Science Fiction Interstellar GL] Queen of Worms

It had been almost ten hours since the two sat in the most famous muffin shop in Ziguang Port, but the surrounding area was very quiet.Of course, you also know what we mean by silence—meaning the silence of the news.In fact, the store is anything but quiet.The crowding and noise of the little girls and the overall pink decoration made Verdant very disturbed.But Metia didn't care (of course, she was wearing a slightly longer suit jacket), and just gracefully tore open the muffin with a knife and fork, and put it into her mouth.But no matter how you look at this scene, Metia personally demonstrated how to tear apart the enemy's body and eat.Emperor Verdan was eating his own chocolate blueberry muffin, while peeping at the empress's expression.But in any case, this expression must be in a good mood.

She will never be wrong about this.

She looked at the muffin in confusion.

Baked browned muffins topped with chocolate sauce, accompanied by blueberry and vanilla ice cream.The taste of the muffins is impeccable, and the accompaniments are also light and neither sweet nor greasy.She then picked up the honey pomelo tea she had given and took a sip.The taste is also light, but very suitable for Verdandi's taste.She wanted to put these thoughts aside for the time being, and ate the muffins first.What Metia wanted was strawberry cream muffins, which were filled with honey, and she dipped them in honey while drinking mint tea quite happily.

However, in such a warm atmosphere, it is not good not to talk about something, Emperor Verdan felt so, so she was cautious, and said slowly:

"You really like sweets."

"Honestly speaking, your strike-up skills are really bad. You haven't had a boyfriend until now, so it's not surprising to think about it... Ah. Have you considered a girlfriend?"

The silver fork fell.There was a clang, and everyone turned their heads to take a look.

"Wait, wait a minute, Your Highness, what are you talking about?"

"That's what I mean. If you really want to know, why don't you just ask."

Metia glanced at her with a natural expression, as if nothing happened at all, such as beheading, or directly turning someone into a bug.But Verdante was very clear, so she pushed the muffin forward with a headache:

"Just tell me. I came to Ziguang in a daze, and I really don't know anything about it. For example, how do you know that person is here..."

"That's easy. Because he's still—carrying that."

Saying that, Metia casually made a gesture with her hand.Emperor Verdan naturally understood what the man was carrying all the time, she reluctantly took another bite, and seeing that Metia was eating again leisurely, she asked again:

"Also, what that person said..."

Without me, this world would be a disaster.Those two siblings will bring demons, you know Metia—

"I'm a, bad, bad guy. You know that. Since I don't let my—huh. Say anything, I'm such a jerk: I do what I like. Tryin' Binding me with the world is just his wishful thinking."

Metia finished speaking slightly angrily, and then relaxed her back slightly.She slowly put her body back on the soft sofa, and said flatly:

"I know what kind of experiment that old guy did in Gona. I have seen his experiment records, so I know the two siblings... If you want to talk about a devil, I think I am the only one who can be called a devil. "

"Experiment?" She frowned slightly: because she had been to that place too.So there is no need to ask more about the deep meaning of this.Metia just glanced at her, and suddenly narrowed her eyes with a complicated expression. "Yeah, experiments, experiments by those sons of a bitch."

"You can keep your voice down. By the way, are you going to go back directly?"

"..."

Brush pull.Chairs are pushed away.

She stared dumbfounded at Metia standing up without saying a word.Because it was too weird and too slow, many people looked over.Next, Emperor Verdan also felt a burst of... nausea.It's actually not quite accurate to say it's nausea, it should be considered systemic and repulsive.Or the nerves of the overly sensitive being touched—whatever it was, it was disgusting.

The momentary revulsion and disgust flashed by, and she managed to hold back the sour feeling so she didn't spit it out.Metia lowered her head with a complicated expression, and then patted her reassuringly:

"Your nerves are too sensitive, and it is inevitable to feel these things."

Her body was still shaking.Reluctantly, she stumbled into the toilet and found out how disgusting her face was in the mirror.Pale, weak, haggard.She quickly took out the blush and put it on to make herself look more angry.When she went out again, Metiya was already waiting for her at the front desk with a receipt.She tied her hair up, revealing a beautiful curve of her neck: that's what she was thinking about.

Seeing Emperor Verdan come out, Metia just glanced at her.

"I packed a cup of grapefruit tea for you."

She turned her head and said that after Emperor Verdan walked over.At the same time, the clerk also handed out the packed packaging.When he got it, he realized that it was warm tea and realized that it was Metia's concern. Emperor Verdan was almost moved to tears.

"Dian, oh..."

"Stop talking about that, we're leaving right away."

Metia stopped her coldly."Those things ... I don't know what they are, but they're coming. I have to get back on defense," she said.

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When she woke up today, it seemed to be 2 or 3 o'clock in the evening.Anyway, she couldn't remember clearly, and while getting up slowly, she looked into the distance: the same sky as before.

Hua Di didn't know much about this, but she knew what she was going to do.She yawned, picked up the books and periodicals, and tried to remember while reading aloud.Jormungandr stood aside, occasionally guiding her.She was studying so hard: it was hard, but it was mainly because her mind was really confused, and it was still very difficult to understand.But she was almost learning to talk, almost, almost.

"Yemunga, when will Metia come back?"

"You really care about your majesty. But you'd better call her your majesty. Besides, your majesty is just about to come back."

"Really? How long is it?"

Yermunga had to straighten the little thing's hair, wondering if it was time to take a bath, but she still replied respectfully:

"It might be back in two or three days. You don't need to worry."

The little thing blinked his eyes.When she was thinking about whether she could sleep until two or three days later, her heart suddenly throbbed inexplicably.She suddenly stood up and looked into the distance.

It's a very...natural, normal thing, but it's...

right.It's normal for them.That's how they feel when they come here.She knew who was coming.

But that's never a good thing.She instinctively felt scared, so she missed Metia even more.

Hua Di thought for a while, then put the book aside, and hugged the quilt on the bed.Although Yemengade felt it was strange, it seemed that there was no harm to Huadi for the time being, and he did not stop it until Huadi was out of breath and piled the quilt all over the bed.She watched Huadi make a hole while beating the quilt, and then hid herself in it, and suddenly realized:

"Are you going to make a bunker?"

Hua Di poked his head out of the hole in the quilt mountain, thought for a while before seriously saying:

"That's right. That guy is so cute! Yermungand came in too!"

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When she stood up, her body disconnected as if it was about to disintegrate.But she didn't care at all, just waved the clot away.Pain, touch, everything is good, but I can't feel anything. There is only desire in this decaying corpse.She stared at the man in front of her with crooked eyes - he didn't say a word, just looked at her with complicated eyes.She wasn't breathing, but her chest was swelling high——

Then she smiled, and burst out laughing, laughing wildly:

"I... like it very much, the look in your eyes? wwwwwww"

"Filled with eyes that hate me www, are they going to be excited? Ah... hate me more, I'm going soon?"

She was wearing a tattered and outdated sailor suit, white stockings and long blond hair tied with a bow. The main color was pink.But no one who saw her would find this pink to be cute on her: her body was just a dead black tan, with seams and tattoos in the middle, and one eyeball perpetually twitching.

She's one of those dead, rotting, moving hunks of flesh that's instantly recognizable.She is like a disgusting garbage dump, or a rotting corpse.

In short, looking at her will only make people instinctively feel disgusted and unhappy, as if it is a... something that should not exist in the world.

She is chaotic and evil.In this woman's rotten heart, there is only desire, and there must be nothing else.

She looked at Elichel again with one of those purple eyes, and said in a voice that was as sticky as milk four or five months out of date:

"Well, even if you don't remember his name, he will be deeply engraved in your heart, okay?"

"I know your name."

With a voice full of resentment, Elichel stood in the blood-stained ground, facing the thing that shouldn't exist without any emotion, and read again:

"I know your name, Zombie Dragon."

Then, the Zombie Dragon let out a cute laugh.Her bones and muscles trembled, as did her breasts and full thighs.Then she gasped:

"Yes—yes! I, I am so comfortable? Hee hee hee hee...don't you hate me more? Make me...more...happy?"

The author has something to say:

~Zombie Dragon~

This woman is not a visitor from this sea of ​​stars.Blending into this world from the outside world is something that comes from the opposite side.

Simply put, it's not a technical thing.

If she is classified like a novel, then she is a fantasy novel (laughs). She is such a disgusting woman.Whether it's messing around, running into other people's world, or taking other people's bodies casually, she is a woman who is happy when she feels hated.

long dream