The irritable Demon Lord abducted the queen of Zerg

Claude and Micah only knew that Leian was a young talent with good family background, looks and morals, but they didn't know what Leian had experienced during the three or four months in Desolate Star.

After all, it was too embarrassing, and Leian didn't have the nerve to say it after returning to his home planet.

"My little brother has met him a few times, and he should be more familiar with people who have never met before." Claude began to analyze, "I sent someone to investigate him. This person has no relationship history, and he will definitely be able to understand him. Little brother will die from the beginning."

"Hmm..." Micah still hesitated, "It's better than other candidates, and the age is about the same, but will my younger brother really like it? I think he has a deep affection for that person, I'm afraid it's not good... "

Claude snorted coldly: "How do you know if you don't try it? My brother is so innocent, and it's his first time falling in love. Because there is no comparison, he will be blinded. Even if my brother doesn't like Leian, competing with multiple people can increase that person's strength." The sense of crisis cannot be determined entirely by that person!"

"Oh, that's the reason." Micah nodded in agreement. Then he thought that if the younger brother likes it, then maybe there will be more people to distract the younger brother's attention. As the older brother, he doesn't know where he will be ranked in the future. No. go.

Immediately, he lost his face, wiped his tears and walked away in a daze.

Micah sighed and groaned in the garden shaking his ghostly body. Suddenly, he glanced and saw the small figure of Wenmer in the depths of the garden. He hurried over and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Momo, what are you doing?" The voice was clear and gentle.

Wen Moer immediately raised his head when he heard the sound, and held up a morning glory vine with soil in his hand, which Jian Mingmei sent to him from Juchenxing specially by Interstellar Express yesterday.

"Second brother, I'm looking for a place to plant flowers?"

"Planting flowers?" It was clearly a green vine, but there were no flowers.However, Micah has always spoiled his younger brother for no reason, so he took a closer look at the vine leaves, "I think it's a climbing plant, it's better to plant it on the courtyard wall or around the pavilion."

He looked around, then pointed to a white domed pavilion in the distance and said, "Plant it there. There are no other flowers and trees around. By then, the vines will cover the pavilion, and it must be very beautiful."

"Yeah!" Wen Moer also thought it was a good place, and followed Micah to the pavilion.

After the two planted the vine branches together, they sat in the gazebo and chatted.

……

Wen Moer slowly talked about the story behind this morning glory vine. After listening to it, Micah sincerely said with emotion: "It turns out that this vine branch is the descendant of your friend, so you must take good care of it."

If ordinary people hear Wenmer say that plants can talk, run and jump, they may wonder if there is something wrong with his head.

After all, everything about Wan Juxing and Mu Xin is a state secret, and only a handful of people in the entire galaxy know about it. For the general public, it is completely outside the scope of cognition.

Even if Micah heard it for the first time, he believed what Wen Moer said unconditionally, and the way he looked at the ordinary vine branch was different, with a little more respect for living beings.

"Don't worry, Second Brother will help you take good care of it."

Suddenly, the content of the discussion with Claude not long ago popped up in Micah's mind, and he changed the subject and asked: "That silent... You know Major General Leian, right? I heard that he was always in charge when he was in the wild star. your bodyguard."

Wen Moer blinked his eyes full of doubts, and replied while thinking: "He does serve as a guard."

When Micah heard that he met Leian, he immediately became excited: "Then what do you think of him?"

"..." Wen Moer was even more confused. Facing Micah's expression full of desire to explore, and his familiarity with his second brother's character for many years, he suddenly understood something.

He put away his ignorant expression, his brows became more worried, and he pretended to be ignorant and said: "It's not good, he was beaten up by Brother Chong because he took the initiative to trouble Brother Chong on the first day he arrived in Huangxing. A meal. Then he took care of the injury for more than three months, and left after the injury was healed. I didn’t have any thoughts about him, and I haven’t seen him a few times in total.”

It stands to reason that Winmer has made it clear enough.But once people have prejudices, they can interpret these words into other meanings.

"Beating?" Micah opened his eyes wide and frowned tightly, "That male surnamed Yan is so violent! I heard that he injured a classmate in the academy a few days ago, such a violent person No, after you are with him, what if he domestically abuses you..."

Domestic violence?

Wen Moer said firmly: "He won't!"

Micah was in a hurry: "Why not? After many people combine, they become different. The kindness they treat you now may be deceiving you! He must be greedy for the royal dignity and want to deceive you He bears children."

"What's the matter, I am willing! I am willing to give birth to him. Ten or eight children are none of other people's business!" Wen Moer raised his face, his eyes were red, he clenched his mouth tightly, holding back his tears.

He knows that the second brother treats him well, but this kindness is different from the eldest brother and the third brother.The eldest brother cares silently, the third brother does as he pleases, and the second brother says: My younger brother is so cute, he will definitely be bullied!

Micah clenched his palms tightly, trying his best to ignore his younger brother's tears, for fear of being soft-hearted.

"Don't be stubborn. My brother has done an investigation. Leian is really good. He is dignified and honest. He definitely dare not touch your finger. Their Lei family has been loyal to the royal family for many years, and they have produced many generals and scholars. Their blood is sure. That’s right, future children should also…”

Wen Moer pouted and interrupted him: "You said that he would not dare to touch a finger of mine, so how can I have a baby! I will never have a baby with someone else!"

"..." Micah was silent, he didn't expect that the cute and cute little brother would talk back.

Makes sense.

Facing Wen Moer's tearful eyes, he squeezed his thighs tightly again, and said ruthlessly: "Anyway, this matter is settled like this. Big Brother will arrange for you to meet in a few days. Before the pro-selection banquet, you and He gets along a lot."

After finishing his speech, Micah himself felt very uncomfortable. Just as he hurriedly turned his head away, his eyes immediately filled with tears.He didn't dare to show it in front of his younger brother, so he had to stubbornly look away.

In Wenmer's eyes, he looked cold and undiscussed.

"Be prepared mentally, the second brother has something to do, so let's go first." Mijia suddenly got up and strode out of the pavilion, looking as if he was angry and then walked away.

In fact, he couldn't bear the tears too much. As soon as he turned his back on Wen Moer, the tears flowed down his face like a dam bursting.

A dark cloud swayed over, just shrouded the quiet garden.

"pat-"

Wen Moer's tears finally fell, and he tapped the emerald green vine leaves.

His small shoulders trembled, and he slowly covered his face, letting tears flow from his fingers.

Xu Shihua also felt his sadness, and they all dimmed, and their fragrance faded instantly.

Here a hundred flowers are blooming, but they are not happy.

When Leian learned that he was a candidate for His Royal Highness Rice's servant, he was shocked, but after the shock, his heart actually jumped with joy.

That person, no, that Highness whom he swears allegiance to to the death, whether as his male attendant or an ordinary guard, he is willing to do so.

Maybe he will be the only person in the entire Worm Planet who can have him, Leian can't help feeling a little proud when he thinks about it.

He decisively agreed to the banquet invitation.

Later, he was invited by His Royal Highness Claude to the palace once.

The two of them said something, and when Lei An walked out of the room, he looked very energetic and radiant.

He walked out of the gorgeous palace, suddenly remembered something, turned around and walked to the back garden under the guidance of the butler.Because his highness is there.

He walked eagerly, almost unable to bear the excitement in his heart, but when he saw that little cute figure in the courtyard, he forced himself to stop, keeping a gentleman's pace and approaching slowly, for fear of disturbing him.

"Your Highness."

Leian stood respectfully in front of Wen Moer.

Wen Moer raised his eyelids and glanced indifferently, without saying a word.

Leian's face showed a bit of embarrassment, but he soon cheered up again.

He thought: It doesn't matter, he is already the default male servant, His Highness will become his after all.

So he plucked up his courage, took the initiative to sit next to Wen Moer very unrulyly for the first time, and called again: "Your Highness."

Wen Moer still ignored him, staring blankly at the slim flowers in the distance, as if the people around him were just air.

This look of rejecting people thousands of miles away is completely different from when he was with that nasty male.

At that time, he was so obedient, so cute, and as agile as an elf.

The starlight of admiration always shone in the blue eyes.

He likes that person, admires that person, anyone can see that.

The more Leian thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and the more jealous he became.Dazed with jealousy for a moment, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Wen Moer's hand on his lap.

It's such a small and soft hand, once you grab it, you don't want to let go.

"Your Highness." There was a stern look of madness in his eyes, "Your Highness Claude said, I will be your servant, so please don't be so indifferent to me? I will always be loyal to you and take care of you forever. You, can you take a look at me too."

Winmer opened his eyes wide, looking at the male in front of him in horror.He didn't expect this person to be so bold, he pulled his hand hard, but couldn't break free.

However, such a resisting action aggravated Leian's displeasure. The man with a straight face twisted his face in an instant, and violently pulled him into his arms.

"Your Highness, why do you only look at that person? What's so good about him!" Leian was so jealous that he couldn't choose what to say, "What is it about him that fascinates you, or is it because he makes you feel comfortable?"

"Then I can do it too! I don't have an ex-female, I'm much cleaner than him, and I'll make you comfortable."

Winmer struggled desperately, trembling with fright at these words, and started kicking and hitting.

At this moment, he felt his shoulders being turned, and then a hand clasped the back of his head tightly.

"Brother Chong—"

He shouted from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing that he was about to be kissed, Wen Moer clenched his fists and punched down hard.

The hand on the back of his head was suddenly released, and with a muffled groan, Wen Moer immediately jumped off the ground, and quickly fled here in shock.

The danger is relieved.

But that night Wen Moer almost cried all night.

He told no one what happened in the garden.

Because he knew that it was impossible for Leian to know exactly where he was in the back garden, and how could a well-behaved person dare to do that without the guidance of someone behind him.

As for who the pointing person is, Wen Moer dare not think at all, whether it is the female father, or the eldest brother and the second brother, it will make him extremely sad.

Do they really love themselves?

Or, they just need to give birth to a new Zerg heir by themselves.

Tired of crying later, Wen Moer wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, lay down on the bed, took out his optical brain, and sobbed to send a message to Yan Chong.

Don't mention the wronged things, just say:

"Brother Chong, I miss you so much, the flowers, the plants and trees on the farm, I really miss the days in Juchen Xing, can you take me away..."

After typing these words, I stared at them, then deleted the following string of words, and only sent out the four words "I miss you so much".

Soon face to face: "I miss you too. How are you doing recently?"

Seeing this sentence, Wen Moer's tears fell down again, pattering on the optical brain, blurring his eyes and making him unable to see the screen clearly.

He hurriedly wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, sobbing his nose.

"Very good, everyone is very good to me." There is also a smiley face sticking out the tongue.

"Then be good, I will come back to see you in a few days."

"Um!"

Wen Moer knew that they would not let Brother Chong visit him, and probably would not let him leave the palace either.

From that day on, Wen Moer became docile, even if Leian came to see him, he could talk to him calmly, and everyone thought that he was accepting the most suitable candidate for male servant.

At the same time, Wen Moer's health is getting worse and worse, and the family doctor often visits him.

On a rainy night, before dawn, Wen Moer suddenly suffered from gastritis and asked the driver to take him to the hospital.

And that day, it happened that his eldest brother and second brother hadn't come back because they attended the routine royal palace banquet the night before.

Soon after, the flying ship departed.

Finally, he left this seemingly beautiful greenhouse garden.

In the private mansion of His Highness the Third Royal Highness, the fragrance of flowers was peaceful at this moment. Since Dixiu came back from Desolate Star, he hadn't held a party at home. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he didn't dare.

Whenever he has the slightest thought of wanting to wander, even if he just glances at other handsome males with his eyeballs, his family can catch it immediately, and then completely kill that little thought.

It just so happened that today the tall guy was picked up by Dr. Xia's team to do research, and it was rare for Dixiu to have a whole day of fun.

So he lay in the bathtub and soaked in the flower petal bath happily, and contacted his former playmates one by one, planning to take the opportunity to invite his friends to come to his house to have a good time.

"Remember to call more handsome males!" Dixiu reminded.

The female with heavy makeup on the opposite side smiled and said: "You are not afraid of the jealousy of your family, he is a devil! I dare not go to your house, you should sneak out by yourself. Even if you come out, you have to be careful, so as not to be caught by him sometimes." Slap your ass to bloom!"

"I'm not afraid of him, it's just my ass blooming." Dixiu raised his eyebrows and smiled, his voice turned up, "I just opened it yesterday, tsk tsk... so exciting..."

opposite:"……"

The two chatted a few more words in the communicator before hanging up.Dixiu felt that the water was a bit cold, so he planned to get up and get dressed, but just as he stepped out of the bathtub, the glass door of the bathroom was suddenly pushed open.

A little poor boy with red eyes ran in.

Di Xiu was so frightened that he staggered, holding on to the glazed lamp holder beside him so as not to fall, and was about to yell, when he saw the younger brother with wet hair, all his temper rushed into his throat and swallowed forcefully.

In the pupils, there is only fright.

He randomly took a bathrobe and put it on, pulled a towel to wipe Wenmer's hair, the wet and slippery bathroom floor was not a good place to talk, and took him to the small living room to sit down.

They sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the morning light, silent, only the rustling sound of the drizzle falling outside the window.

It wasn't until Wen Moer put down his hand wiping his hair and raised his eyes to look at Dixiu timidly that Dixiu made a sound and snorted coldly: "No prospect!"

"If it weren't for the two old antiques in the family, you kid would come to me? Now it's out of the question, I see, Leian is really good, you just want to marry him. As for the surnamed Yan, keep him outside Be a lover."

Wen Moer's eye circles became redder as he heard it, and he was about to cry when he saw it. Dixiu grabbed the towel and wiped it on his head a few times indiscriminately: "You're still pretending to be sick. I’m really sick, you deserve it! I told you to come out and live with me before, but if you don’t come, you’ll become stupid with those two old-fashioned guys all day long.”

"Hmph! Those two guys haven't even talked about love, how can they know what love is! It's useless to tell them, it's better to stay away as soon as possible. Fortunately, I moved out early!"

Wen Moer pursed his pale lips, not knowing how to answer.

Seeing his haggard and pitiful appearance, Dixiu pinched his face angrily again: "Tell me, what do you think!" After that, he sat back on the sofa.

Wen Moer tightened his hands on his lap, raised his burning eyes: "Third brother, I don't want to marry anyone else, and I don't want to have a baby with someone else. I only like Brother Chong alone."

"It's that simple?" Dixiu rolled his eyelids.

Wen Moer clenched his palms tightly: "I...I don't want to be the empress anymore!"

"Oh?" Dixiu looked interested, and Erlang tapped his legs up and down, "This is a bit interesting."

Wen Moer had long been prepared to be scolded for saying these words, but Dixiu's reaction gave him hope. He stepped forward a little and took the initiative to hold Dixiu's hand: "Third brother, do you have a solution?"

"No."

Wen Moore's eyes dimmed.

"But there is a way, just think about it."

Winmer's eyes lit up again.

Seeing his annoyed, stunned, pitiful and well-behaved appearance, Dixiu gave him a disgusted look, and then dialed Claude's communicator.

The other side just said "what's the matter" casually, and Dixiu immediately replied nonchalantly: "Little brother is sick, stay with me for one night."

After speaking, he cut off quickly, without giving the other side a chance to disagree.

"Alright, don't go back to the palace tonight."

Wen Moer was worried, but he could only respond first.

Afterwards, Dixiu stopped mentioning what Wen Moer asked for, and after lunch, he invited several beauticians and tailors to come to his door, and at the same time, he also gave Wen Moer a fiddle with his own beauty and tailoring.

In just a short while, Wen Moer changed from a gray and haggard little pitiful little prince to a radiant little prince.

Dixiu stroked his chin and looked up, nodded: "That's right, delicate and cute, keeping people fascinated."

Wen Moer tugged at the hem of his white suit, lowered his eyes and said, "Third brother, I'm not in the mood to go to a party, there's no need to dress like this."

"Just go out to relax, rest assured that the third brother will protect you." A cunning flashed in Dixiu's eyes. He was in a good mood, and his smile did not diminish. He even sprayed some perfume on Wen Moer's wrist and neck, and then pulled He got into his luxurious aircraft.

In the evening, Wen Moer looked at the clouds floating in the sky absently, his eyes were empty and sad, and he was full of thoughts.

Dixiu sighed indistinctly, then gave the driver a look, then the fuselage turned to another direction, and stopped on a secluded green grass after a while.

"Here we are." Dixiu patted Wen Moer's shoulder.

I don't know what Wen Moer was thinking, but he was trembling with fright. Seeing this, Dixiu held his hand instead, moved a little closer, and asked in a low voice: "You and him haven't reached that point yet, right? I mean in reality."

A pair of dark pupils suddenly brightened, Wen Moer bit his lower lip lightly, and nodded truthfully.

A person like Dixiu, who has been in love for a long time, has already seen that the relationship between the two has not reached that point, he touched his chin and said: "In this case, then listen to the third brother... you will... and then... Again……"

"Whether he can succeed or not depends on whether he is willing to give up the glory and wealth of the royal family. Do you have to work hard to know?"

After Dixiu finished talking about these weird strategies, he put the ignorant Wen Moer on the green lawn, and walked away without stopping.

The dim yellow lights of a few street lamps fell, illuminating the vague tension and throbbing in the deep courtyard.

Wen Moer squeezed a key in his hand, slightly raised his slender and fair neck, and quietly watched the student dormitory of the Mecha Academy.

The room shaded by the maple leaves on the leftmost side of the second floor is where the key belongs.

Taking a deep breath of the cold and quiet night wind, he stepped towards that place.

But my heart is still uneasy, will that person be willing?

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The author has something to say:

Yan Chong: Yes!