Zerg: The female warrior's male master is acting strangely!

"Ah! I want to get out! Female father! Male father!"

When Holoiyi discovered that the door was completely locked, he panicked and pounded on the door with his little hands, crying out in a heart-wrenching voice.

He was afraid that the male and female parents would leave without picking him up, which would mean he would have to spend the night locked up in this dark room.

He was starting to not want to stay at the Silland house anymore, so he had to get out now, immediately.

Hearing the baby's cry, Wen Shu felt a little anxious. He subconsciously took a step forward, but right now, Xierland was blocking his way, holding the doorknob tightly.

Moreover, in this atmosphere, the irreconcilable tension between Sirland and his son Herroyen was even stronger than before, which really made Manjushri feel a little at a loss.

He glanced at Sirland's cold, hard face, then turned to look at Heroion's taut jawline. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he found that he couldn't get a word in edgewise.

"Go back," Sirland said, his voice not loud, but the authority in his tone was undeniable.

Finally, the relationship between the father and son improved somewhat, but unexpectedly, it only lasted two days before they were at each other's throats again.

Manjushri stood to the side, watching these two stubborn men, who shared the same temperament, confront each other, and felt a burning anxiety in his heart.

Holoyen neither spoke nor moved, just stood there stiffly.

In Shirland, he was never one to be swayed by either soft or hard tactics; if you were harsh with him, he would be even harsher, and if you took a step back, he would take two steps forward.

The fact that Sirland was clearly preoccupied with something—the way he gripped the doorknob so tightly and his unusual resistance—not only piqued his curiosity but also rekindled his rebellious spirit.

He's determined to see what's hidden behind that door today!

At this moment, the three insects stood frozen at the doorway, while inside, Heroiyi was still screaming in terror.

Seeing the situation becoming increasingly dire, Silland surprisingly compromised within minutes.

He loosened his grip on the doorknob, stepped away, and without looking back, tossed out a "Whatever" before going upstairs to his room.

Without Silland's obstruction, Heroiyi easily opened the door.

When the poor little guy came out, his bare upper body was covered with some kind of stuff that looked like dust or engine oil, making him look like a dirty, chubby white bun.

"Female father! Male father!" Heroiyi's voice was full of grievance.

Manjushri felt a pang of heartache. He immediately squatted down, reached out and wiped the dirt off the boy's body with his bare hands, then cupped his little face and checked him over to make sure he wasn't injured before letting out a sigh of relief. Then he carefully helped him put his clothes back on.

"How did you end up locked inside? Are you scared, Yi Yi?" he asked worriedly as he buttoned his shirt, gently wiping the dust off the tip of Yi Yi's nose with his fingers.

"I'm not afraid..." Holoi sniffed and said, "It's just that it was so dark inside, and there were so many little boxes. I bumped into that big thing, and then it made a whooshing sound..."

The little guy spoke haltingly, clearly quite frightened.

While they were talking, Herroyen, who had been standing there in a daze for a long time, stepped inside.

His steps were slow, each step feeling as if he were stepping on something heavy.

The room was brightly lit, and he stood motionless in front of the starship, which was half-covered by a dust cover.

Heroy pointed to the imposing behemoth inside the room. Some of its panels had been removed, exposing the pipes, which looked broken.

"Look, Father, there's a huge and cool starship inside! But it's been dismantled, what a pity."

Starship?

Manjushri was puzzled for a few seconds, thinking, how could such a huge starship be placed in a room?

But when he peeked inside, he discovered that the room was a completely different world – the ceiling was much higher than it appeared from the outside, the walls had clearly been modified to open up the adjacent space, and the entire room extended out in an irregular long strip, large enough to accommodate a large starship.

Manjushri was also stunned and didn't make a sound, because he saw that the usually composed Herroion had, for the first time, shown an expression that was almost distraught.

The back of the figure looked as if something had drained the support from the spine, causing it to hunch slightly, and even the lines of the shoulders slumped.

"What's this?" Manjushri turned his head and asked the little one beside him in a low voice, "Yiyi, have you seen this starship before?"

"No," Holoiyi tilted her head and shook her head, her little face full of confusion: "My father doesn't seem to have bought this style, and we don't have one at home. This one is so old."

Herroyen remained standing in front of the starship, his back to the doorway light, his silhouette edged in a hazy gray.

He stood there motionless and silent. After a while, he suddenly reached out a hand and gently touched a distinct, irregularly serrated crack on the hull.

Those were clearly marks from being "pried open by insects," with metal burrs from the tools still visible on the edges, as if something had been forcibly peeled out from inside.

Herroyen's fingertip paused on the crack for a moment, then he took a deep breath, lowered his head, and peered into the crack.

Through the crack, he could see the small, square black box inside, about the size of a palm. The outer shell had been twisted and deformed by tools, and several wires inside had been cut, with the broken ends exposing the copper-colored core wires...

If nothing unexpected happens, that thing should be a remotely controlled miniature bomb.

In this room, on the counter he hadn't had time to examine closely, were piled high with many small boxes that had been disassembled and had their wiring cut off. They were haphazardly stacked in several large cardboard boxes, some still bearing military-issue anti-counterfeiting labels, while others were marked with incomprehensible serial numbers in marker pen...

A rough count reveals at least forty or fifty.

Heroion stared in disbelief at the starship, which had been dismantled and was almost riddled with holes. The exposed pipes inside the hull looked like blood vessels that had been cut open, with jagged breaks.

He looked down at the stacked boxes, and deeper inside the ship, at the many bomb boxes that had been pried open but could not be removed, embedded in the core structure, like thorns deeply embedded in the bone, impossible to pull out, and too dangerous to do so.

Herroyen's breathing became rapid, and his fingertips began to tremble.

He suddenly remembered many years ago when his capricious father gifted him this starship, smiling as he patted his head and said, "This is yours."

At that moment, he felt it was the best day in the world.

Only now did he realize that what lay beneath all that beauty was something that Sirland had kept hidden from him for so many years.

Even now, if he hadn't been so persistent just now, or if Yi Yi hadn't run in, when would he have known this secret?