Exiled on the deserted star, the plants I planted have 100 million magical points

Chapter 321 Is there someone you like?

At present, in the entire interstellar space, except for the ocean planet Azure Star, there are no natural pearls in other star regions. All are synthesized by chemical materials.

Ai Moye is convinced that once natural pearls are on the market, they will be in great demand.

The Queen laughed, "It seems you are more interested in making money."

When it comes to money, Ai Moye is a little bored again. "How should I put it? When I have no money, I think about it every day. Now that I have money, I don't know what to do with it."

Sure enough, when wealth becomes extremely abundant, one will find that the spirit is so scarce and empty.

It took Ai Moye several hours to adjust all the surveillance footage, and the Queen also finalized some of the marine life.

Because some creatures are relatively fragile and not suitable for long-distance movement, they will be given to the Moon Kingdom by the Empire in the future.

The two countries are now in a state of friendly diplomatic relations, and there will be many opportunities for the Queen and Ai Moye to meet in the future.

On the way back to the prison on the airship, the queen sighed and said, "People with special abilities are a scarce resource wherever they go, but your empire actually lets them farm and raise fish."

"There are thousands of water-based psychics scattered across the sea, and nearly 2 psychics have been recruited from the entire B planet," the warden joked. "Thanks to Miss Ai for driving the economic development and providing so many jobs."

Ai Moye is used to being teased, "You have to find something to do during the long years. It's easy to have random thoughts when you're idle all day long."

In the future, more people with special abilities will be sent to Planet 2B. After Planet 2B becomes successful as a test site, other planets in the empire will also be gradually developed and changed.

If it weren't for the sudden interstellar war, Ai Moye would be very optimistic about the future.

When she thought of the current chaotic interstellar situation, Ai Moye's eyes couldn't help but dim.

Obviously, the citizens were not as nervous as she was, but she was the only one who seemed to have a premonition of some bad outcome and was always worried.

Seeing this, the queen gently rubbed her head as if she was comforting a cute little sister.

"Don't show such a conflicted expression, otherwise your Marshal will be worried."

Ai Moye was in low spirits and glanced out the window. "I hope there won't be any accidents."

On the military satellite, several special forces had just cleared out the Zerg approaching the defense line and quickly went to the command room to make a military report.

After the report, the other generals left and only Cen Chengcheng stayed.

"The situation is urgent. We need to finalize the plan as soon as possible, Marshal." Cen Chengcheng was covered in blood and exuded the fishy smell of Zerg.

Di Lie raised his head from the documents piled on the table, and his cold and majestic gaze fell on the wound on his abdomen.

"To the medical room."

"No," Cen Chengcheng said with his neck stiff, "The medical room is manned by some bastard military doctor with carved patterns."

If Ai Moye was there, he would have gone there long ago.

Healing is not the point; the point is that Ai Moye will bring him snacks.

Di Lie followed him, then lowered his eyes and quickly stamped the various documents, his movements so fast that they left an afterimage.

Recently, network security has been seriously threatened. In order to preserve archives and backup, electronic information has been converted into paper materials, which has greatly increased Di Lie's clerical workload.

Anne came in with coffee and said, "You should rest, Marshal."

After returning from Ai Moye, Di Lie has been sleepless for several days.

Cen Chengcheng also urged, "Is it because Miss Ai is not here that you feel lonely and cold at home? Anyway, this place is very close to Miss Ai, why don't you go find her?"

Annie cooperated, "I'll arrange the airship now."

Di Lie ignored him, but didn't refuse either, and continued to stamp frantically on the mountain of documents.

So, just after finishing class in the afternoon and preparing to go to the flower field to pick flowers, Ai Moye saw the Marshal's airship landing.

The Marshal entered the room without saying a word, occupied Ai Moye's desk, and then took out piles of documents from the space and continued to stamp them non-stop. The synthetic paper pages flew all over the sky like snowflakes, and Ai Moye was about to vomit.

For a full half hour, she watched the marshal sitting there poking and prodding, as if a numb and stiff expression had appeared on his face.

What a poor man.

A few pages of paper floated to Ai Moye's feet. She bent down to pick them up and saw that the signature was Wen Liangyan's.

The gist of the content is that one hopes to join in subsequent military operations.

"Uncle Di, this..."

Di Lie took it and stamped it without even looking at it.

"They must all participate in legitimate military operations."

Ai Moye didn't see it carefully and asked, "Do I want one too?"

Having dealt with a pile of small hills, Di Lie pushed the seal to the side, cleared a little space, then turned around and gently pulled Ai Moye in front of him.

Because he was sitting, the marshal, who was always high and mighty, was shorter than Ai Moye.

He looked up at Ai Moye, and his beautiful ice-blue eyes reflected Ai Moye's worried face.

"Once you give birth to this child, no one and nothing will be able to stand in your way."

Ai Moye's eyes flickered, "What about you?"

"Even less so." The marshal raised his hand and stroked Ai Moye's smooth and white cheek.

Ai Moye always felt that there was something strange in his eyes.

It seems like attachment, but also like determination, just like going on a long journey but unable to let go of the worries and concerns about the person you care about.

Her heart skipped a beat, and Ai Moye blurted out, "Are you leaving?"

Her tone was impatient, even fierce, and she subconsciously grabbed Di Lie's sleeve and pulled the shiny silver button.

The Marshal laughed silently.

He gently stroked the contours of Ai Moye's eyebrows and eyes, as if he wanted to imprint the girl's face deeply in his mind.

"You are growing up slowly. There are more than two hundred years of long time ahead."

Ai Moye didn't understand and tilted her head to look at him.

Di Lie was in a complicated mood.

He always thought that he wouldn't have any regrets, but why couldn't he face Ai Moye calmly?
Because of an accident, she became related to him by blood. From the beginning, she took care of him with ulterior motives, and later they got married as a matter of course.

Whether it was Ai Moye or the unborn baby in her belly, it should have been his responsibility.

But now, he also had to atone for his sins and could no longer escape.

With his hand on Ai Moye's waist, Di Lie asked seriously, "Do you have a favorite type of male at school?"

Ai Moye narrowed her eyes and pretended to chop him, "I'll chop you."

Realizing that this statement was not quite right, the marshal coughed awkwardly and explained further.

"What I mean is that after the contract marriage ends, you can be free again. If there is someone you like now, I can help you investigate the details."

The more he spoke, the more something seemed wrong. Ai Moye was not angry about this inexplicable statement. Instead, she thought Di Lie was very strange.

Because he has never been in love, the marshal may not be as adept at handling emotional matters as he is at handling military affairs?
Scratching her head in annoyance, Ai Moye tried to sort out the messy conversation, "Honestly, what do you want to say?"