Although Ademon was stupid sometimes, he finally wised up at the critical moment. He secretly wanted Han Yan to stand on the same side with him, but he obviously underestimated Johnny's thickness of skin.
"What's the big deal? After we get married, Bape and I will both call Ashya 'big brother'. We are all family, why should we make such clear distinctions?"
Aedmon was so angry that he wanted to slap him again: "Anyway, I don't agree!"
Johnny has always liked to go against him since he was a child: "It's useless if you disagree. I'm the one marrying the queen, not you!"
After Johnny finished speaking, he made a face at Admon, ran upstairs and hid in the room. If Ceris and Antar hadn't stopped him, Admon would have chased him and beaten him.
"Forget it, Lord Xiong, let's eat first, and then I'll persuade Johnny later."
"Yeah, it's not worth it to ruin your health."
Admon was dragged and pressed onto a chair by two female insects. He couldn't breathe and felt extremely frustrated.
Han Yan sat down opposite and did not express any opinions from beginning to end. When he saw Johnny hiding upstairs, he said, "Let's eat. The food is getting cold."
Seris frowned slightly, looking a little worried: "Ashiya, why is Johnny suddenly with Prince Bape? And he wants to marry him?"
Han Yan paid little attention to this matter. He only knew that Johnny had personally gone to Prince Bape's residence last time to get the land approval document, and then he didn't come back all night: "Our company has cooperation with Prince Bape, and they may have met when they were discussing business."
This trip wasn’t in vain.
Han Yan finally saw that it was getting late, so he got up and said goodbye. He walked to the clothes rack, took down his coat and put it on, and said to Ademon and the others, "It's getting dark, I'm going back first."
He raised his hand to take off his gold-rimmed glasses, wiped the fallen snow off them, and finally looked up at the sky with his eyes slightly narrowed, wondering if the dense forest of Solitia was also covered with snow at this moment
A small snowflake quietly fell into Han Yan's gray-blue eyes, and then melted quickly.
Gain, wearing a white-gold military uniform, stood in the snow in an elegant and silent manner. He handed the Insect Emperor's handwritten document to Phaeth, not intending to continue to tangle with these barbarians, and said calmly: "Major General Brand of our army is being ordered to pursue the interstellar pirates. His Majesty has issued an order, and I hope that Chief Phaeth can fully cooperate."
"Tsk, you guys are much slower than we thought."
Ademon couldn't believe that these words came from Han Yan's mouth, and stammered: "But... but there is such a big age difference between the two of them..."
Phaeth's facial features are extremely deep, his face is sharp as if it were cut by a knife, and his bronze skin looks wild and unruly, with the characteristics of most female insects in Horsburg. His pair of dark green eyes are like the color of the deep forest, and his smile is cruel and cold: "But if Major General Brand unfortunately dies in the pursuit of pirates, it has nothing to do with me."
Admon was caught in the middle, and neither side was a pushover. He usually loved his two companions very much, and upon hearing this, he hurriedly coaxed them, "How could that be? What I love is your soul, which has nothing to do with age."
Probably because the luxurious house was empty and there was no sign of anyone there.
This vast land is located between the north and the west. Strictly speaking, each occupies half of the area. Gain and his team are responsible for clearing out half of the mutants, while the remaining half is the responsibility of the northern Zerg.
Han Yan actually didn't want to go home.
Han Yan paused when he heard this, then returned to normal: "It doesn't matter, I'll go home directly, it's not far anyway."
Ademon came back to his senses after hearing this, and realized that Han Yan had tricked him. He asked anxiously, "What if they are not suitable?"
Han Yan had obviously not intended to interfere in Johnny's affairs before, but for some reason, he suddenly changed his tone at this moment: "Johnny has grown up, let him make his own decision about marriage."
Brand is the young leader of the Southern Yinchatai. If anything happens to him, the South will certainly not let it go. If Phaeth wants to make a move secretly, he must also consider the trouble that will be caused.
Han Yan looked up at him and smiled: "That's the path they chose themselves."
After he finished speaking, he hugged women on both sides, kissed Seris and Antal, and coaxed them into blushing faces with just a few words.
Han Yan adjusted his glasses and said, "If you had met your mother-in-law when he was older than you, would you not have married him?"
Han Yan watched this scene quietly, not knowing what he was thinking. The food in his mouth suddenly became tasteless. He was not sure if he was annoyed by Ademon. He wiped his mouth with a tissue and said lightly: "In this case, let Johnny make his own decision about marriage. He has grown up and knows what he wants."
At some point, he actually started calling that place "home".
Antar was surprised and said, "Prince Bape is old enough to be Johnny's uncle. How can the two of them get married? Ashya, you have to persuade Johnny when you have time. Don't let him do anything stupid."
After a long march of one month, the army finally arrived at the border of the dense forest and handed over the mission to the northern Zerg.
No matter the outcome is good or bad, it is the path they chose themselves. If they don't walk it once, they will never know right from wrong. The more others try to stop them, the more unwilling they will be. It is better to let go and let nature take its course.
It was getting dark outside, and the sky above was dark blue. The snow was falling, but the artificial green plants in the courtyard were not afraid of the cold. The bright red roses looked even more beautiful against the white snow. The four seasons flourished and withered, spring grew and summer grew, without any regularity.
The atmosphere during the meal was weird. Although there was chaos at the beginning, it became abnormally quiet at the end.
Han Yan always answered their questions. When he heard this, he was about to say something when the terminal on his wrist suddenly vibrated and a message came through.
Han Yan opened it and took a look, only to see that it was a message from Prince Pape. He lowered his eyes and roughly glanced through the content, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. Finally, he turned off the screen and picked up his chopsticks to eat again.
Jia Yin didn't necessarily believe in gods, so he smiled barely perceptibly when he heard this: "I hope so."
The dense forest was covered with branches and leaves, blocking out the sun. Aircraft could not fly in such a complex environment. They could only take military armored vehicles. Even if they kept moving forward without sleep, it would take at least four days and four nights to reach the border.
Hearing this, Seris subconsciously looked at Admon, wanting to hear how he would answer. Even Antar looked over, pulling his sleeve and asking coquettishly, "My Lord, if I were older than you, would you not have married me?"
The northern Zerg were strong and more resistant to cold weather. Their leader, Phaeth, stood at the edge of the dense forest, waiting, with a sea of soldiers behind him. Their black and gold uniforms stood out against the snow-covered sky and earth, like a group of crows representing death and bad luck.
Because the distance was not far, just one street away, Han Yan walked home slowly. Snowflakes fell on his blue hair, covering it with a light layer of frost.
Phaeth was wearing a pair of black leather gloves. Hearing this, he casually straightened the wrinkles on them. His red hair was a little messy due to the cold wind, but it did not damage his elegance and pride. His sarcasm was obvious: "Then I hope the insect god you believe in can bless him."
Upon hearing this, Phaeth took the document, read it quickly, and finally handed it to the deputy general beside him to keep. He adjusted the military cloak on his shoulders. The black warm fur at the collar was already covered with scattered snow foam. He smiled and said, "Okay, I will obey your majesty's orders and do my best."
The northern Zerg do not believe in gods; they are the embodiment of greed and selfishness.
Gain said meaningfully: "Of course it has nothing to do with you. It will be a loss for the entire South."
Seris glanced out the window and said, "It's snowing heavily. Why don't you stay overnight before leaving? Gain hasn't come back from the battlefield yet, and there are no insects at home to take care of you."
"Then I hope you can eliminate the remaining mutants within half a month."
The relationship between the north and the west has always been delicate, and Gain did not stay for long. After replenishing supplies in the main city of Horsburg, he immediately returned with his army along the same route. The supply trucks behind him were full of corpses of mutants that they had wiped out in recent days.
Gain was sitting in the car, watching the scenery outside the window changing rapidly. He raised his hand to wipe the mist off the glass window, thinking that since Lord Xiong had established a jungle exhibition hall, he would probably be very happy to see so many mutants, right
At night, the army found a place to camp and rest, and there happened to be a valley next to it. The deputy general compared the coordinates and pointed to the snow not far away and said to Gain: "Major General, the contaminated source stone was originally dug out from here. It is said that this place used to be a sea of roses. After the source stone was dug out, all the roses withered."
After hearing this, Gain walked to the edge of the valley. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he was still limping, but he was much more stable. He picked up the telescope and looked into the distance, but there was only an endless expanse of white snow: "Take some soil as a sample, maybe it will be useful in the future."
The deputy general responded and immediately went with several assistants to collect samples. Gain had been using a telescope to observe the movement in the distance. He glanced casually and suddenly found something strange in the valley below. He moved closer and found a black object stuck in the gap between the rubble.
Gain frowned silently, not sure whether it was a mutant. To be safe, he spread his golden wings behind him and flew down directly to check the situation.
The ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, but he landed silently.
Not until it got closer did Gain realize that the black shadow was not a mutant that had escaped the net, but a bus that had been corroded by wind and rain and only the iron frame remained.
Over the years, the Empire has never given up exploring the dense forest, and countless soldiers have died here, so it is not uncommon to see car wrecks. But the shape of this bus is obviously not related to the army, so how could it suddenly appear here
Gain stepped forward on the gravel and held up a searchlight to observe the interior of the vehicle, but found nothing. The bus was severely eroded by wind and rain, and only a few seats were still intact. Everything else was no longer recognizable.
Gain had no choice but to walk down from the rubble and try to find some clues around him, but the snow in the forest had already covered his calves, and he could not see anything in the vast night. Only countless ancient trees stretched their branches towards the sky, flashing a faint blue light under the moonlight.
The cold wind blew, and the sound of the wind echoed through the forest.
Gain walked around the bottom of the valley and finally made sure that there were no clues, so he prepared to go up. However, when passing a place, he suddenly found a few blue flowers quietly poking their heads out of the snow, gently swaying their branches in the cold wind.
Gain recognized it as the Solo flower at a glance. He walked forward in surprise. He didn't expect that this flower, which had long been extinct in books, would appear in the depths of the dense forests of Solitia and bloom in the dead of winter.
He originally wanted to pick them to study, but seeing how fragile and pitiful the flowers were, he slowly withdrew his hand.
Gain thought that he already had one flower and shouldn't be greedy.
His lord is still waiting for him to come home.
Gain stood up from the ground and finally decided to leave. He did not notice that there was a slight bulge in the ground not far away, and he did not know whose body was buried there, nor did he know whether the body was like the bus, gradually melting and rotting in the ice and snow.
He passed through that place and also passed through a death.
Those who sleep here forever, their leaves fall back to their roots.
Gain spread his wings in the snow and flew up into the sky with a swiftness no less than that of an eagle. In mid-air, he looked back at the valley below, only to see the mountain wind howling, carrying countless snowflakes, leaving only a white glow.
This winter is really cold.
Han Yan stood in front of the window and lit a cigarette silently. He received a message from Prince Pape, saying that the troops going to explore the jungle will arrive at the main star tomorrow. This mission to eliminate the mutants was very successful. Gain was the most meritorious and he would be promoted to lieutenant general when he returned.
Prince Pape also said that the Sorida jungle is no longer as dangerous as before, and he will try his best to convince the Insect Emperor to help Han Yan develop that land into a tourist area.
The other party was working so hard just for Johnny, and Han Yan did not shirk his responsibility. He was a businessman, and he would not let go of the benefits he got. The profits in the Solitia jungle were lucrative, not inferior to software development.
Han Yan's assets are now increasing day by day and have far exceeded those of his previous life. He makes more and more money and has more and more properties, but there is always a sense of emptiness in his heart that can never be filled.
The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts without me noticing.
Han Yan pushed open the window and let the cold wind in, dispelling the smell of tobacco in the air. He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, holding a half-smoked cigarette between his fingertips, the spark flickering, and he realized belatedly that some things can be addictive.
More than just smoke.
It was two o'clock in the morning, but Han Yan was not sleepy at all. He stood by the window, his blue hair messed up by the cold wind, thinking that Gain would be back at dawn.
The other party finally walked out of the haze of the past and finally got the glory he wanted.
Han Yan flicked the ash off his cigarette, and a hint of warmth flashed across his gray-blue eyes behind the lenses, a warmth that he himself had not even noticed. It was very shallow, very faint, but real.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he ignored the barely audible footsteps outside.
Gain rushed back overnight. He thought Han Yan should be asleep by now, but when he gently opened the door, he saw the male insect standing by the window smoking. The smell of tobacco in the air was so strong that it could not be dispelled.
Jia Yin frowned in worry. He put his luggage in the corridor and limped into the room. As if he was afraid of disturbing something, he whispered to Han Yan's back, "Master Xiong..."
Han Yan paused when he heard this, and almost suspected that he was hallucinating.
However, the voice sounded again, clearer and closer than before: "Master?"
It's Gain...
Han Yan felt a burn on his fingertips, as the cigarette butt touched his skin, and he suddenly woke up. He turned around subconsciously, only to see Gain appear behind him at some point, looking exhausted. Although he was visibly thinner, his gloomy eyes were brighter than before.
Jia Yin walked forward slowly, and stopped in front of Han Yan. He stared at the male insect in front of him, his eyes full of attachment and longing, and whispered in the slightly drunken warm air: "Master, I'm back."
"… "
Han Yan said nothing, and quietly extinguished the cigarette at his fingertips. A wisp of white mist rose up and soon dissipated without a trace. He threw away the cigarette butt, and it was unknown what he was thinking. Finally, he slowly extended his hand to Jia Yin and whispered something, which was gentler than the moonlight:
"come over."
Gain walked forward, and the next second he suddenly fell into an embrace with the smell of tobacco. The hand on his waist was so strong that it seemed to embed it into his bones and blood.
Gain was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe, but he did not struggle. Instead, he took the initiative to reach out and wrap his arms around Han Yan's neck, and his hot kisses fell on him like raindrops, wishing to rob him of the last bit of air in his lungs.
"My Lord..."
"My Lord..."
There was a certain desire in Gain's voice. He and Han Yan stumbled together and kissed. He raised his hand to take off the other's cold glasses, then fumbled to put them on the corner of the table. While kissing, he asked urgently: "Do you miss me?"
Han Yan remained silent, his eyes still cold. He slowly peeled off Gain's military uniform and asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you think?"
Jiain felt that he must have thought about it, otherwise Han Yan wouldn't have kissed him so hard and with such eager movements. He couldn't even control his voice and started to cry.
Han Yan liked to see Gain cry the most. This female insect was just what he wanted in every way, even when she cried she looked so beautiful.
"Shh, don't cry..."
But Han Yan always had to coax her every time.
He pressed his hand against Gain's forehead, kissed his eyebrows and eyes, and rubbed his nose against his. It would be hard to find a more intimate partner in the world than them.
Jia Yin was confused and lost in love. He leaned on Han Yan's shoulder and gasped for breath, with tears still in the corners of his eyes: "My lord, I miss you..."
Want it so so much.
Han Yan hummed: "I know."
He stroked the female insect's flat belly, as if thinking about something, and finally carried her sideways into the bathroom. After closing the glass door, he didn't come out until two hours later.
Han Yan had already changed into a clean set of pajamas, but the female insect in his arms was naked. Gain held his abdomen tightly, seeming to be in some discomfort, but his slightly red eyes could not hide his satisfaction.
Han Yan leaned over and put him on the bed, then found a stopper from the drawer and gently plugged it in. He sat on the bed, stroking the scars on Gain's shoulders, thinking that this mission might be more dangerous than he had imagined.
Han Yan lifted the quilt and saw that the red mark on Jia Yin's right leg had almost faded. He lowered his eyes and asked, "Do you get it acupunctured every day?"
Gain nodded, his voice hoarse and broken: "It's pierced."
It hurts a lot at first, but then it slowly gets less painful.
Han Yan kissed Gain with satisfaction, perhaps to reward him for his obedience. However, the female insect suddenly remembered something and slowly spread out her right palm, revealing the faint words on it: "Master, you haven't told me what these two words mean?"
There are two words written on his white palm:
Korean Banquet.
Han Yan asked with a half-smile, "Do you want to know?"
Gain nodded slightly: "Yes."
Han Yan suddenly fell silent. He threw back the quilt and lay down on the bed with Gain. He closed his eyes for a long time without saying a word, as if he was recalling something old.
Gain kept waiting, and waiting, until his eyelids began to droop, but he still didn't get Han Yan's answer. He was so tired that he fell asleep in the male insect's arms without realizing it. In a trance, he only felt a hand covering him with a quilt and patting his back twice.
Han Yan kissed Gain's earlobe in the dark. After a long silence, he closed his eyes and whispered two words: "Han Yan."
His name is Han Yan.
These two words can only be said in the dead of night, because he cannot bear the sunlight. He is waiting for a clean snowfall to cover up all the sufferings in the past...
Han Yan felt that Jia Yin couldn't hear.
But the female insect in his arms opened her eyes in the darkness at some point, and then closed them quietly again.
(End of this chapter)