A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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The junior diplomats swarmed to the porthole to watch.

The aircraft of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs came to a stop, and then Minister Zhao of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs got out, went to the other side, and opened the car door for the co-pilot.

Then their minister got out of the passenger seat, holding a small bouquet of flowers.

Both of them were from the elite class, so they were naturally very polite and courteous.

They were still far away, separated by the porthole, so we couldn't hear what they were talking about. We could only see them exchange a few more words, and then Minister Zhao from the human side said goodbye to their minister. Their minister stood there holding flowers and waved to Minister Zhao.

Minister Zhao, the human, went back to his car.

Their minister smiled and waved again, and Minister Zhao's aircraft drove away.

It drove away.

gone.

"That's it?" the adjutant asked in disbelief.

Is it really gone just like that?

The previous teasing was just a joke! Now that you've seen a male beetle you like, why don't you go for it?

Brother, brother, where's your initiative? Brother?

And what's with the flower in your hand? Shouldn't you be giving the flower to the male insect? Why are you holding it by yourself?

Is it really over?

Is there any follow-up?

All the diplomats, including their adjutants, were peering out of the portholes.

No way?

Is there really no follow-up?

Then they watched as their minister turned and took two steps toward the diplomatic ship's elevator.

Then he just stood there and didn't move.

adjutant:"?"

What are you doing standing there? Don't want to leave?

Standing there makes you look straight, standing there makes you look like a roadside tree?

Their minister stood there the whole time, exuding an extraordinary aura, refined and upright.

"?" The junior diplomats also gathered around to look.

"Why isn't the minister coming up?"

"have no idea."

There was no movement at first, but suddenly, with a "pop," two thin termite antennae stretched out from the top of their minister's head!

"?"

Termite antennae swayed wildly in the evening breeze.

"Huh?!" The diplomats from other races were still confused, but Krim, who was also a member of the termite race, sat up straight immediately.

The ant tribe has its own unique language, communicating through their antennae.

The signal this tentacle uses to communicate is...

"SOS!" Krim shouted and ran outside.

"What?!"

The other diplomats were alarmed and ran outside as well.

The junior diplomats all rushed out the door like a swarm of bees.

Even the adjutant was involved this time.

"Minister!" "Minister!" "Minister! Minister! Minister!"

The diplomats rushed out, and a swarm of insects surrounded Minister Greta.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Minister, what happened?"

"Why did you suddenly send out a distress signal? What's wrong?"

The adjutant immediately checked his vital signs: "Bai Zhenzhu, what's wrong, Bai Zhenzhu? Did Minister Zhao, the human, poison you?"

"Why are you all out here...?"

Minister Greta watched them all run out, still standing straight, looking perfectly normal, but her smile was very stiff.

"If you stand here and suddenly stop moving, even sending out distress signals with your antennae, how can we sit still? Of course we all have to come out, right?"

The adjutant shook his shoulders violently: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Say something!"

"I......"

Minister Greta hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

Minister Greta found it difficult to speak.

In front of so many people, this... this is hard to say, isn't it? It's not good to say it out loud, is it?

The adjutant panicked: "My God, no way, something really has gone wrong? What kind of problem? A huge problem?! They poisoned you? The humans are trying to be polite first, then resorting to force?"

To be honest, working at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs can be quite dangerous at times.

They have been roaming among various races in the universe for many years. In the early years, the Zerg's behavior was rather volatile, and they did make quite a few enemies.

It cannot be ruled out that some mentally challenged races might make a blunder and decide to fight to the death with Lehrnia, starting by targeting their Ministry of Foreign Affairs staff.

"You're in this state, this is bad, Pierre! Quick, contact our military headquarters! We need evacuation support, we have to leave immediately!"

Help! Retreat! Retreat!

Minister Greta immediately stopped him: "Stop. I'm fine. The humans didn't poison me. Calm down."

The adjutant immediately withdrew the retreat order.

"Nothing wrong? Then what happened to you?"

Minister Greta stammered, "I..."

"What did you say?" The adjutant didn't hear him clearly.

"I......"

"What?" I still couldn't hear clearly.

"I......"

"Could you speak a little louder?" the adjutant said anxiously. "You're behaving so strangely and you say you're fine. Perhaps we should retreat!"

"I'm really fine," Minister Greta said, defiantly offering a hand. "Help me up."

"What?! You can't even walk?! And you're still saying the humans didn't poison you?!"

"I can't walk not because I was attacked, you idiot, help me up." Minister Greta rarely spoke softly but uttered such rude words, a simple and brutal language that was completely different from his handsome appearance.

"What's wrong with you?"

"You haven't taken a sex education class? I wasn't poisoned, my reproductive cavity just hatched." Minister Greta extended her hand to him.

The Zerg's reproductive cavity is normally closed, only expanding to a sufficient size for a fertilized egg to implant when the time is right.

In short, it's congested.

At this time, the female insect will become weak and unable to move.

"..." After he finished speaking, the scene fell silent.

The adjutant was petrified.

The junior diplomats looked at each other.

He stood frozen in place, too stunned to speak.

"Hello, could you help me up?" Minister Greta raised an arm, looking at them calmly. "I'm really struggling right now, I feel like I'm about to..."

"Aaaaaah, what is the minister saying?!" The junior diplomats scattered and fled.

What hatching?! Is this something these young insects should be listening to?!

"What are you talking about? I'm still a virgin... an unmarried female insect!!!" The adjutant collapsed and supported him!

Minister Greta, watching these diplomats who were all so unrestrained when lusting after alphas, but who ran away faster than rabbits when it came to physiological knowledge, said insincerely, "I'm truly sorry, I've tainted your pure hearts."

"You filthy adult insect!" the adjutant continued, breaking down in tears.

Minister Greta was helped back slowly by him: "Let them go, but let me remind you, you're almost seventy years old, don't always think of yourself as a baby."

"I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen!" The adjutant pretended to shake off his hand.

"I'm not saying anything more, come back."

Minister Greta, with her adjutant's hand in hand, struggled to move back step by step.

Damn it, it feels like there's a lead ball weighing down my stomach.

Actually, that organ wasn't very big, but it felt very heavy, like it was sinking down.

Oh no, I don't have any strength in my hands and feet.

"This is too slow," Minister Greta said impatiently.

He shoved the flower into the adjutant's hand, and on the spot, he transformed into his delicate, tiny termite prototype.

He lay peacefully on the ground, his six arms folded in his arms.

He's not leaving. If no bugs carry him back tonight, he'll sleep here.

Its prototype differs from the fighting female termite; it is only thirty to forty centimeters long. The termite's body is round and plump, and its carapace is pearly white, truly resembling an irregular white pearl with long legs.

Okay, now the adjutant is holding flowers, standing outside with a termite lying on the ground fast asleep, enjoying the breeze.

"...I must have been killing insects and setting fires in my past life to be your adjutant in this one!"

The adjutant collapsed, clutching the flowers in one hand and lifting his leg with the other, shaking him violently!

The termites, already used to being tossed around by the adjutant, were as peaceful as if they were dead.

The adjutant was incompetent and furious.

After shaking it out, we still have to hurry back. Ugh, the Liernia Empire can't afford to lose face like this!