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

the other side.

The meeting has been going on for a full hour.

The commanders of the various legions sat on either side of the long table. The tactical map projected in the center was marked with dense red dots, representing the gathering areas and activity patterns of the alien beasts.

The battle that had just ended left all the insects exhausted, but no one dared to let their guard down!

Because the patterns of the beast tides are becoming increasingly unpredictable, and the evolution speed of the alien beasts is far exceeding expectations, if this continues, the border defenses will inevitably face major problems sooner or later.

Heroion sat in the main seat, his right arm wound throbbing slightly beneath the bandage.

An hour earlier, during the battle, a strange beast that suddenly pounced from the flank struck his forearm with its tail spike;

If he hadn't reacted quickly enough to spread his wings and leap into the air, then used his sharp claws to tear the beast's skull apart and kill it, he would probably be lying in a medical pod right now.

He was speaking at a crucial point when the quantum computer gave a slight vibration on his wrist.

Heroion glanced at the screen out of the corner of his eye and saw a deduction notification, the amount of which was not small.

But he didn't stop, and his attention wasn't even diverted; he continued to discuss with everyone at the meeting.

His finger pointed to a spot on the tactical map, his voice steady yet sharp: "The weakness of this beast evolution lies here!"

"Their shells have become thicker, but the gaps at the joints haven't kept up with the pace of evolution."

"In the next head-on confrontation, concentrate firepower on the third joint on the abdomen."

This was precisely the crucial point he realized only after being attacked.

The commanders present nodded and took notes, none of them noticing the marshal's momentary lapse in concentration.

Another half hour passed before the meeting finally ended.

The commanders of the various legions got up and left one after another, each insect showing varying degrees of fatigue on its face.

Noctis, the commander of the Fourth Legion, was the last to arrive. He walked to the door but then turned back, a look of suppressed worry on his face.

Noctis was a colleague who joined the military with Holoyen and a close friend who had gone through thick and thin with him. He was far more sensitive to Holoyen's condition than the other insects.

"Marshal," Noctis whispered, "Are you really alright?"

He was the only eyewitness to what happened on the battlefield just now.

He saw with his own eyes that the beast's tail sting struck the marshal's arm, and that the marshal had to flip halfway in mid-air to regain his balance.

If he hadn't been blocked by the monster, he would definitely have rushed over to help.

Holoy shook his head: "I'm fine! Tiss, don't tell anyone."

Noctis was silent for two seconds, then finally nodded: "Yes, Marshal."

He understood what Herroyne meant.

As the commander-in-chief, if news of his injury were to spread, it would not only disrupt morale but could also be exploited by certain forces within the intelligence network regarding the beast tide.

Even the slightest disturbance could have uncontrollable consequences at this critical juncture.

Heroion stood up, walked over to Noctis, and patted him on the shoulder with a steady pat, showing no sign of anything amiss: "Alright, you should go back and rest for a while. I'm really fine."

Noctis stared into his eyes for two seconds, then finally relaxed his tense shoulders: "Hmm."

Only after Noctis's footsteps faded into the distance did a crack finally appear on Heroyen's calm face.

He sat back in his chair, his right arm trembling slightly; clearly, the beast's venom had begun to seep in.

Although the female warriors are stronger than ordinary female insects and have a much greater self-repairing ability, it is still not an easy task for them to neutralize the venom injected by the alien beasts.

The skin around the wound had an abnormal bluish tinge, and Heroyen could feel something slowly moving beneath the skin.

Holoy closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them again.

He tapped the personal terminal on his wrist, and the deduction notification remained quietly in the notification bar.

Because the Empire's laws provide strict privacy protection for every male insect, he cannot see the specific items involved in the expense, only the amount deducted.

Herroyen's gaze lingered on that string of numbers for a long time. It wasn't a small amount, but it wasn't exactly extravagant either.

Based on this expense, he could easily deduce that Yulis went out today and was in a good mood.

Yulis's happiness means that Heroi is safe for the time being.

At least today, the baby won't be made to suffer...

Heroion thought about how no bad news had come from Nimon these past few days, and he let out a deep breath.

For so long, all sorts of troubles had been piling up on him like layers of dark clouds, almost making it hard for him to breathe.

The border wars, the evolution of alien beasts, the pressure in the army, and the little insect at home that always made him anxious... each one weighed heavily on his shoulders.

And now, at least one small patch of dark cloud has parted to reveal a ray of light.

He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. The toxins on his arm were still slowly eroding his nerves, but the smile on his lips had relaxed a little.

As long as Yulis is happy.

It's good that the baby is alright.

Silently chanting, Heroion reopened his eyes; the screen of the quantum computer had already gone dark.

He stood up, stretched his slightly numb right arm, and walked towards the outside of the warship...

the other side.

When the clothes were delivered, Manjushri was playing with Heroiyi in the living room, building blocks.

The doorbell rang twice, and 004 had already moved over to open the door. Several deliverymen in uniforms carried in boxes of neatly sealed dust bags and carefully placed them on the table in the entryway.

When Wenshu went over to sign for the package, he glanced back at his little one, who was holding a building block and peeking out with delight, and felt a surge of satisfaction.

"003," he waved to the washing machine in the corner, "take all these clothes to wash, dry, and then send them to Yi Yi's room."

003 emitted a crisp "ding" sound, and the robotic arm nimbly stretched out, steadily lifting the boxes, and then slid towards the laundry room.

For the next two hours, Manjushri and Heroiyi continued playing in the living room.

The little one's block tower grew taller and taller, its little tail wagging more and more enthusiastically, and it would occasionally glance back in the direction of the laundry room, as if it were secretly waiting for something.

Manjushri saw it all, but deliberately didn't mention it. He simply accompanied the little one as he stacked the blocks one by one, and then knocked them down one by one to start over.

Two hours later, 003 emerged from the laundry room, its robotic arm carrying the last stack of dried clothes. Each piece was perfectly ironed and neatly folded, exuding a faint, sweet scent of laundry detergent.

Wenshu carried Heroyi upstairs and pushed open the door to the baby's room.

When Herroy looked at it, the insect seemed to be frozen in place, its little mouth slightly open, not closing for a long time.

The wardrobe doors were wide open, and inside hung crammed dozens of pieces of clothing that had just been bought in the store:

A light apricot-colored jacket, a misty blue knit sweater, a milky white onesie pajama, a sweatshirt printed with various cute patterns, a little shirt with a bow... each item was carefully hung up by 003 and arranged neatly according to color and style.

The faint, pleasant scent of residual laundry detergent lingered in the air, a smell that inexplicably soothed the insects.

Holoi stood in front of the wardrobe, seemingly mesmerized or overwhelmed by the fragrant aroma.

His little paws were on the edge of the wardrobe, his head tilted back, looking from left to right and then from right to left, with an expression that said, "Is this really my clothes?"

Manjushri bent down and picked up the baby so that he could look at the clothes at eye level: "I'll have 004 bring in a chair later. In the future, if Yi Yi wants to wear a certain piece of clothing, she can just step on it to get it."

Heroy nodded blankly, making two "uh-huh" sounds, her gaze uncontrollably fixed on the clothes.

Seeing the child's absent-minded look, Manjushri couldn't help but laugh.

He stepped forward and casually took out a beige fleece onesie from the wardrobe.

The pajamas were made of thick and soft material. The most thoughtful feature was that the hood had a decorative slit with tiny insect antennae, and the back had a small, specially designed opening with a soft closure around the opening so that the tail could be let out without letting in any wind.

"Yi Yi," Wen Shu shook his pajamas in front of the baby.

"Shall we change into them now?"