[Science Fiction Interstellar GL] Queen of Worms

Sometimes, Hua Di would think about whether it is good to sleep too much.But it seems that sleep is not a thing here, and there is nothing to do anyway, so it is better to sleep.Thinking of this, she vaguely remembered that she used to have a regular sleep time... and then... and then she couldn't remember anything clearly.

She always felt like she was just sleeping too much.She would sometimes lie on the junction of the door, so that the man couldn't get the door to close--and then would carry her and throw her back on the cushion.But whether it can be called a cushion has to be reconsidered. At least Huadi thinks that such a hard thing should not be called a cushion.She would roll off it, trying to measure the length of the room with her body.It takes 15 turns to roll from one end to the other, and 17 in the other direction.It was empty, and there was nothing there, except for the pulsating crimson floor and the dotted walls.It's always dark here, dark.

She is afraid of the dark.But the man didn't seem to understand that.Her room was just outside, equally empty and equally dark.Hua Di can't always see her face clearly, no, to be honest, she can't even see her hands clearly, but she can see her eyes. ... Eyes, yes, what can you think of...

"...Ugh."

Hua Di sent out meaningless bytes, lying on the ground thinking about other things again.When she was bored, she could only think about that time as before—that time, the memory that was brought up by that person.

She vaguely remembered something.

White corridor.Yes, that's right, the dark, bright hallway...it's usually bright, but that night...it was dark.She knew it was white.

The floor is covered with white grids.Some will shine, light, shine, footsteps.Why are those people looking at me?Why am I called Huadi...?

Then came darkness.Those things can't be remembered at all, and Hua Di also instinctively loathes them.She rolled over, tore the jammed skirt away, then skipped the memory and continued to think.She is very familiar with the previous ones, and she can't be more familiar with the familiar ones.But she seemed to remember the following things——

Correct.

red.

All were dyed red, engulfed, and turned into a sea of ​​flames.Don't feel sad, don't feel happy, don't feel sad.There is a pair of very beautiful eyes, the eyes are as colorful as mosaic planets, and the golden background is shining... Really like it.The person who would often touch her head also had a pair of beautiful golden eyes.I want to be patted on the head again, and I want to be hugged by her.Want to hear her talk.Anyway, everything is better than before, I don't know why, but I have that feeling.

If only I could sleep with her!But the bed was really hard.

Such a thought crossed Hua Di's empty mind.

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Metia's heart skipped a beat.She was pasting newspaper clippings on the clipping board before, and after feeling an inexplicable ominous premonition, she stopped what she was doing and used her mind link to inspect it.

But nothing happens.Whether it's a fierce battle, or reproduction, or even death, it's all very mediocre.A mediocre day, she judged.Then she thought—that guy?is that guy?

She hesitated and called Jormungandr.But before that, she took a deep breath again.

"what happened."

She whispered to herself softly.At this time, she hoped that Ye Mengjiad would still be stupid and would answer herself aloud.But Jormungandr wasn't that smart, or that stupid.So there was no sound at all.Metia closed her eyes, then left behind her little hobby, turned around and walked towards the teleportation chamber.The more she moved forward, the more she showed the characteristics of worms - those characteristics that she didn't feel disappeared gradually appeared.She spread her wings, swept across the cavity, and landed at the door of the transmission cavity.Only then did Jormungandr react:

"Your Majesty, you..."

"I'm going out to play for a while."

She lightly perfunctory Yermungandr.Ye Mengjiad didn't say much, but just opened the teleportation chamber to wrap around the queen.In an instant, Metea came to outer space.It is full of silk feet that can be seen or not seen by Jormungandr, but the starry sky can still be seen twinkling, like a charming ocean full of treasures.Metia spread her wings, let the gaseous production system start to run, and slowly pushed herself.She allowed herself to draw some crooked marks in the vacuum, and then landed on a spike in Jormungandr, looking at the starry sky.

It has always been so beautiful, and it will continue to be beautiful... until that moment.

She raised her long hair (from dark gray hair to tentacles earlier), letting them float in a space without air resistance according to inertia, and then she looked into the distance.

Never get tired of watching the starry sky.If you look at it for a long time, you will be trapped... There is a saying.Being confused by something and never being able to find your way again sounds scary, but it's not that scary.

Because falling requires no effort.

Metia floated lightly in the air, secretly thinking that she might still be pulled by the gravity of the star near Yermungandr's heart, and gradually fall down.The planet is always emitting gravity based on mass, what makes it continue to emit gravity.If this world chooses something that is eternal and unchanging, maybe there is gravity...

What am I thinking.

But it's also nice to let the thoughts float in mid-air.She didn't want to think more, just wanted to float quietly.Metia saw that Ye Mengjiad sent some flying dragons to her area vigilantly (thought she was cautious), she felt very uncomfortable, but she really didn't pay much attention to the outside world, she just let the whole person go... how to say , sleeping in the arms of Xinghai?

Just like her expectation on the day when she looked up at the sky on the planet and decided she must learn to fly.

But she is no longer the same as before.She actually... She actually.

She actually.No, not at all like that... no, not at all.She's just... simple...

Metia didn't think about it any more.She got up and landed on a silk foot, spread her wings, and pounced on a flying dragon that was just passing by without knowing it, frightening it and rolling two or three times in mid-air.Stretch out your hand to grab its poor little brain, and feel its fear—Medea's wings spread high, revealing the sharp teeth inside.No, she's not hungry at all, she's just...

She seemed to just want to have fun.

She tore the bone open, exposing the hollow structure inside—the main reason for the wyvern's swift and light flight—and reached out to rip out its surrounding spinal nerves.All the movements in the vacuum seemed to be accompanied by a slow time, Feilong struggled in her hands with all his strength, but the twitching became even more exacerbated by the pleasure he felt from obeying.

Feeling bored was only a matter of that moment, Metia threw away the worms that could no longer fly and could only recycle biomass, the dizziness in her head made her start to pant slightly.

sweet.

Only at that moment, I feel wonderfully sweet and delicious.There was nothing after that, and there was nothing left.

"Emperor Verdan, go play with me."

Her pupils had already shown a diffuse reaction, but she still didn't notice it.Metia just stood there, speaking softly in an overly flat voice.

Yermungandr's body trembled violently, but she couldn't feel it. She just watched the swarms of insects gushing out from their silk feet, covering the bottom of the sea of ​​stars with a layer of purple-red sand.The reflection of the carapace, like a wriggling larva, is blinding.

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She is really afraid of the dark.Earlier, that person would have opened the door, allowing her to see out—even though she couldn't see anything.But sometimes some light came in, and the person could be seen reading the newspaper, or cutting out the news from the newspaper with the tentacles on the back, and sorting it into a weird little black box.Or sometimes, just relying on something to close your eyes and fall asleep... maybe sleep?

Hua Di didn't quite understand.Is it really possible to sleep on such a hard floor?

But if she had to understand all the things she didn't understand, it would be impossible for her little brain to hold it.So she just forgot about it with a big heart.

Hua Di crawled off the bed, and her underwear suddenly came loose.Her little face was wrinkled, bad.Then she lifted her skirt and began to seriously try to tie it like that man did, but she still couldn't figure out how to do it.However, even if she let go, she really didn't want that person to help.It would be really weird to get stuck in again.

……strangeness.What is so strange about it?She tilted her head to think, but couldn't find an answer.That person touched her, hugged her, always touching her, why at that time... Is it the wrong place or the wrong person?

Thinking of this, her little face became hot.Hua Di took a deep breath.take a deep breath.Taking a deep breath—then patted her face with her fleshy little hands, she quickly played her instinct again and forgot about it.

Then she started missing that person.She remembered very clearly some details of that person's actions, so she discovered many things.For example, the person is not breathing—isn’t the absence of breathing the same as death?But she was moving.How the hell does that guy always read newspapers without needing a light at all.Also, not quite human.Always spit out something from the mouth, and then make utensils.Or the tentacles on the back really move.Also, this thing...

Hua Di scratched the biting thing on his neck in distress, and the junction was a little itchy.This thing was also put on by that person.I only know that if this thing is activated, the body will feel comfortable and painful.She didn't like it very much, but the man hadn't started it since he tried it for her once that day.

Probably just to let her know what this thing is.

Hua Di thought optimistically, then climbed onto the bed (the softest part) and nestled in it.She used to like to sleep by the door, so that she could always check to see if the door was open and if she could see that person.But that person doesn't really like... huh?In short, every time I put her to bed.

Hua Di didn't really want her to hate him.She also wanted to be touched gently on the head.So in that kind of imagination, Anping began to feel drowsy again.Even though there is no quilt, nor is there a very soft and comfortable bed, but she seems to be quite used to it.

Before falling asleep, she thought:

And one more thing.

That person is becoming more and more human.From the hands, from the head, and from those grotesque tentacles.Is she human?

Would it be possible to sleep together?

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