Lance's words made Qing Changye slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Zero and Lance would reach an agreement. Moreover, if Zero wanted to destroy the Zerg, it was really incredible from any aspect: "Why do you believe him?"

"No need to be respectful? Brother and sister," Lance grabbed his hair: "I didn't believe it at first, but he later told me one thing. The Queen's laying period was in early autumn. Only during that period would it leave the safe core eggs and come here. The latest week was its laying period." Lance stepped on his feet, and the interlaced white silk and insect eggs around proved that this was indeed the place where the Queen lays eggs: "The Queen was the most vulnerable at that time, and it was easier to kill it than ever."

"Even if that's the case-" It's incredible for a suspicious guy like Lance to believe in the alien race because of a secret that doesn't know the truth or falsehood. Seeing Qing Changye's face showing a suspicious look, Lance continued: "At the beginning, half-doubted, but the situation I met after entering the hinterland was indeed consistent with Zero's mouth. I had no choice at that time. It's more appropriate to believe that he was once more than to doubt each other."

Qing Changye opened his mouth, and Lance's narrow eyes slightly raised: "If you have finished asking your question, I have something to ask you."

"?"

"What is the relationship between the witch and you?" Lance glanced at Qing Changye's face, and before Qing Changye answered, he raised his hand before the latter said: "I understand. The second question is, is he a living or a dead person?"

"...I don't know." Qing Changye said after thinking for a moment: "He often pulled me into dreams. Several of the hints given by the dreams indicate that he is dead. He used magic or superpowers to turn himself into a living dead. I haven't met him many times in the past few years. I can't tell you whether he is dead or alive."

Lance showed a thoughtful look. After a moment, Qing Changye heard the other party's clear voice falling in the cave: "No matter whether he is dead or alive, since he appears here, he must have a purpose. The dead will also climb out of the grave because of his last wish... Do you know what his purpose is?"

Let me turn you into a living dead person like me and be with me for a long time. OK, Qingqing?

The nightmare sound was like a shadow, and the witch seemed to be a kind of flower tree with clouds and clouds. The color of death accumulated on the branches was like a crumbling snow pile. If you were not careful, you would be in danger of collapse. Qing Changye whispered: "Although it was a bit narcissistic to say that, it might be me."

"He wants to send cannons thousands of miles away?"

"He wants to turn me into his doll," Qing Changye thought for a while and said, "Maybe he is good at using contracts or spells."

Lance showed a horrifying expression: "Are you so fucking yellow?"

"……"Depend on.

Chatting with Lance every ten minutes is at risk of choking. After checking some things with each other, Lance briefly explained their current situation to Qing Changye. There is still one week at the latest before the Queen lays eggs. Before the latter enters this area, they will be ambushed nearby and avoid the Zerg patrol. Once the witch is killed and all the eggs here are destroyed, the Zerg will not invade the Federation for a thousand years. "When your Majesty retires a thousand years later," the little secretary secretly bites Qing Changye's ears: "He must have thought that the insects should be as long as they don't kill during his inauguration."

They took turns to watch that night, Lance was alone in the middle of the night, the little secretary and Qingchangye were late in the middle of the night. Perhaps because of too many things experienced during the day, Qingchangye fell asleep soon after. In his dream, there was a wild jungle covered with thorns, and each skeleton flower was covered with blood stains. At the beginning of the dream, he seemed to be locked up somewhere, and only one person occasionally came to laugh with him. The light was dim and he couldn't see the other person's face. But gradually, loneliness and loneliness made him look forward to the other person's appearance, but the man left him forever after getting what he wanted from him. He felt sad and angry, and it was the anger that supported Qing.

The long night destroyed the prison that imprisoned him. The fire light rose from his feet, and the starlight on the top of the building intertwined with the flames. Many years seemed to have passed when I saw the other party again. The dream was very long. He met all kinds of people, and experienced the joy of getting rich overnight and the fear of life hanging on the thread. The companions would betray him, and the souls of the unjustly dead cried. What he did not expect was that the other party was in no different from the memory, and time seemed to have not left any trace on that person. The other party still dared to approach him in a clumsy way. What was even more incredible was that he was still willing to accept it, just like the little boy who had nothing to do many years ago.

"If you don't like me, then I like you." The other party put his hand on his shoulder, his deep eyes were full of seriousness, and the person's eyes were like a quiet lake. The lake would not lie. Even if he knew that the person was a liar full of lies, he couldn't help but want to believe him. But this time the result was the same as when he was a teenager. After thinking that he had no value, the other party chose to leave without hesitation. He didn't know how to keep him, but in the end he used the stupidest method. Anyway, he fell in love with this person because of prison and loneliness. If he stuffed this person into a place without light, he would also like him a hundred years? Even if this love is deformed and the fragrance blooming from the distorted soil, he wouldn't mind.

As long as he likes him.

But until the starship was bleeding, he could not wait for the other party to respond. There were so many red-eyed star pirates, countless people shouted his name loudly, and they all wanted him to die. This was much more oppressive than the former enemy who painted his portrait on the wall. Even if he was unwilling to die here, hundreds of star pirates were not something he could resist. The brothers who had been dead fell down in front of him one by one, and the betrayer laughed at him from afar. The long-lost anger burned from his chest again.

He is going to die.

But he was unwilling to give up, unwilling to give up from beginning to end!

He doesn't want to die. He wants to live. Only when he lives can he dominate that person and only when he lives can he have warmth. The dead are not worthy of love. The greatest gift they can get is a beautiful and solid grave. He can lie in the grave, but he cannot have these angers disappear from that person's world. He knows the biggest secret of the Vatican. Every generation of nuns will have a witch's blood. The clergy should serve the lord for life. They are not allowed to do anything out of line. However, as a religion that is believed in throughout the Federation, the Vatican borrows holy cloaking the angel paintings that hide the bride in the magnificent angel paintings.

Like, the witches have been the bearer of the pope since they were born. They should be intimate with the Pope who is closest to God, and thus gave birth to the next witch. But his mother fell in love with a merchant. The crazy woman told him the reason why the witch was priceless: they can recall dead people from hell and turn corpses into living creatures. It is this characteristic that has made the great figures of the Federation always give way to the Vatican. The witch's bloodline was cut off from his generation. He was a boy and could not inherit the traits of the witch, but he had even lost his life. What else would he dare not gamble on?

With a little hatred, his blood began to flow.

Some pain, the skin of the corpse cracked into pieces like porcelain.

With a spell, he took off the broken heart.

The terrified eyes of the people around him seemed like a joke. He watched their brains break one after another. His eyes were dug out. It doesn't matter. He no longer needed to look at the world with his eyes. He snatched a priceless gem from the dead star pirate. After it melted, it became the most suitable eye for him. The anger in his chest was still burning, and the sea of ​​corpses could only extinguish it, but he knew how to completely extinguish the anger.

Grab him. Just grab him.

Everything will be fine, as long as he possesses his little prince. He wants him to make a faint whine like a bird oriole in summer night, and there should be a beautiful woman's fair body beside the fireplace in winter. He wants to suck every tears he shed, so that his mouth full of lies will never dare to say anything other than whisper. For that person, he has returned from hell.

“Um…!”

Qing Changye suddenly opened his eyes.

The long nightmare seemed endless, with eyes scraped off, and the pain of heart shattering was so close to the reality. He finally understood the fragmentary memories he had read in the Vatican: Anya's mother fell in love with a businessman, who was pregnant with the other party's child, but she should belong to the pope. For some reason, the merchant finally gave up on her, and the witch imposed everything he had endured on the child who should not have appeared. It was when Anya was most vulnerable that he met the other party. He became Anya. He lived his life before Anya died in his dream.

The little secretary who was sleeping with him seemed to notice the movements on his side. Perhaps to facilitate the reproduction of the witch, the insect hole was pitch black at night, with no moonlight and no starlight. The other party asked Qing Changye in a daze, and the latter rubbed his temples.

“Is there water?”

He had a great headache, and Qing Changye realized that he was sweating coldly. The darkness in the dream was too real and too vast. In a trance, he was considering that it was dawn to go to the lake to wash it clean. A pale hand next to him handed him a can of water. Qing Changye didn't think much about it and took it from there. After taking a sip, he suddenly heard a low laugh from the darkness.

That voice was very familiar to Qing Changye, who had just finished his dream. In the dream, he used this low, somewhat sexy but hoarse voice to talk to others countless times. In the dream, he was Anya.

"Aren't Qingqing afraid that I will drug in the water?" A faint light illuminated the man's blue eyes. When he thought that such vivid eyes were stuffed into the gem after melting, Qing Changye felt creepy: "That kind of medicine you can never leave me after drinking it. Anyway, I'm good at using spells to control people, right?"

Qing Changye's drinking water was frozen in place.
Chapter completed!