Zerg: Why is the Overlord like that?

Even if he leaves Carol afterward, he will have no regrets because he once had her.

Hani, holding a wine glass, found Carol resting on the third floor.

To his surprise, the room where Carol was resting was exactly the room that Chi-gege had told him about.

Hani, who was initially a little confused, couldn't remember anything when she saw Carol's sleeping face with her eyes half-closed.

He stared blankly at Carol, who was sleeping.

"It's so beautiful," he thought.

Did God send him through time so that he could meet his dream lover... a bug?

Her long, golden hair fell softly against her face, and her nose was straight and prominent, making her look as beautiful as a sleeping angel.

Even when she was asleep, Carole's posture looked so elegant.

Hani just stared blankly, forgetting to wake Carol and make her drink the wine.

Carole finally couldn't pretend to be asleep any longer and opened her eyes with a sense of helplessness.

"My lord? What brings you here? Are you looking for rest?"

Hani then came to her senses and responded.

"No, I came to bring you some wine."

"Bringing wine?" Carol's gaze shifted to the wine glass that Honey was holding.

"Is this for me to drink?"

"Yes, yes, it's for you to drink."

Perhaps because he thought there was something in the wine, Hani's voice and movements unconsciously became a little stiff.

Given his current state, even a random insect could tell something was wrong with him.

Not to mention Carol, who is as cunning as a sieve.

But Carol pretended not to notice.

It has to be said that this really puts his acting skills to the test.

In the end, Carroll had to remind him helplessly.

"Then why don't you give it to me? I'm a little thirsty."

"Ah? Oh, here you go." Hani quickly handed over the glass of red wine in her hand.

Carol took the glass, and Honey stared at it intently, as if afraid Carol wouldn't know there was something in it.

Carol had already brought the glass to her lips when she suddenly remembered something and put it down. Honey was in a panic.

"Could you please close the door for me, Master? I'd like to rest a bit more later," Carol said with a smile.

Hani nodded obediently.

Carol's eyes flickered slightly as she watched Hani turn around.

Then, he took out a small bottle from his pocket.

Yes, it's exactly the same as the small bottle that Jian Chi and Hani just took out of their pockets.

Without any hesitation, he poured the contents of the small bottle into the glass and swirled the wine.

He knew how much Jian Chi had released; that dosage was insufficient to completely render a female soldier with dual S-level mental strength incapable of acting and at the mercy of the insects.

He was afraid that he might hurt Hani because of this.

Since the young male protagonist had such thoughts, how could he not grant his wish?

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, but who that oriole is is anyone's guess.

A hunter is not necessarily a hunter, and prey is not necessarily prey.

Without hesitation, he drank the glass of red wine.

The medicine worked very quickly. As soon as he drank it, he felt a heat all over his body and immediately realized that something was wrong.

No, is this really twice the amount?

Why did he feel it was more than twice as much?

So when Honey closed the door and turned around, he saw the once elegant and aloof angel fall down.

Its entire body was flushed red, its emerald eyes were misty with fog, and its lips were slightly parted, like a fish out of water, constantly twisting and turning.

He still had a sliver of consciousness and reached out his hand to Hani.

"A mighty ruler..."

Seeing this, Hani was completely stunned and involuntarily swallowed.

When a holy angel is tainted by love, even the most cunning fox is left only with the desire to beg for mercy.

Even the sweetest soft, curly-haired teddy bear is still a bear.

So, as the saying goes, prey is not necessarily prey, and hunter is not necessarily hunter.

the other side.

After completing the third act, Jian Chi prepared to leave.

However, he searched around but couldn't find Elvis.

Finally, it was found next to a flower bed in the manor.

Elvis sat by the flower bed, lost in thought, seemingly pondering something.

Jian Chi walked over and called out to him, and only then did Elvis react and immediately get up.

"My lord, what is it?"

"I'm going back." Jian Chi didn't ask Elvis if he had anything else to do and wanted to stay there any longer.

He has an extremely strong desire to control what belongs to him.

Although he hasn't yet considered Elvis his own, Elvis is currently his queen, and thus can be considered his own.

So he won't ask.

Because what he wanted was for Elvis to go with him.

Elvis indeed spoke up, saying, "I'll go with you."

Jian Chi felt relieved and boarded the aircraft with Elvis.

The destination for the spacecraft to return to has already been set.

With some distance to go before home, Jian Chi, who had been busy almost all night, yawned repeatedly as soon as he sat down.

"I'm going to sleep for a while. Wake me up when I get home."

When Jian Chi mentioned home, Elvis paused for a moment before responding softly.

Jian Chi fell asleep quickly, while Elvis remained silent and drifted off into a daze.

He recalled his earlier communication with his female father, whose words echoed in his mind.

"Elvis, Reed will be hosting a banquet for him in two days."

You know perfectly well what kind of person Reed is, and you'll definitely suggest to Jian Chi that they exchange female rulers.

"You've only been married to him for a short time, and you already think he'll refuse?"

"Just you wait and see. If he chooses to take you with him, he will definitely agree to Reed's request to swap queens."

"Do you even know what kind of worm he is? There have been hundreds of complaints against him. Do you really think he would pity you?"

"He's just trying to temporarily allay your suspicions!"

"Elvis, don't end up like me..."

Then, he recalled the adjutant's words.

"General, I know you won't believe what I'm saying, and I won't say any more, but General, please be clear-headed. You should know better than I what a male insect looks like."

Yes.

How could he not know what a male insect looks like?

Those are scenes I've seen since I was a child.

It is the male father's merciless whip, the female father's endless tears of pain, and a terrifying hell woven from numbness and despair.

But the female father.

The powerful ruler gave him an experience he had never had before in his life.

Speak gently so he can tell you if it hurts, stop making him kneel, give him healing fluid, remember he likes honey, save him a piece of honey cake, and praise him in front of all the insects...

As he pondered this, Elvis couldn't help but look at Jian Chi.

He sat there, his head tilted slightly, his sleeping face looking gentle and lovely, his hands hanging naturally at his sides.

Elvis's gaze fell on Jian Chi's drooping hand, and he slowly, very slowly, reached out his hand.

Just as it was about to touch it, it stopped again.

In the dim light inside the aircraft, he murmured softly, as if in prayer or supplication:

"My lord, can I trust you...?"