Chapter 112

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Just when the remaining two were determined to give up the challenge, and even Hesse had sorted out the materials of previous years for him, Mistan could only be forced to take on this glorious and arduous task.

He felt that he was the one who finally made these two critical moments so reliable, and the guy who was usually almost inhumane ended up wiping his ass.

But this time Mistan also learned.

Let's just talk about being lazy, who wouldn't?This is an innate skill of a person.

As a revenge, with a sense of being lazy, this time Mistan did not write the speech on the Worm Festival by himself, but threw it directly to his secretary. After finishing the first draft, he revised it twice, add some high-sounding words to it, and that's it.

With his little conscience, Vimos came to find Mistan before the official arrival of the Worm Festival. He helped him revise the draft seriously, familiarized himself with the process, and helped him match the clothes like an etiquette officer..

After all, this is a big festival for the whole people, and they have already picked their picks, and it is not easy for Mistan to make a fool of himself on this kind of festival and be scolded or something.

Of course, Vimos also helped him to foretell this incident to ensure that he could not run away.

Mistan was not moved at all because he understood his thoughts so well, but kept a blank face the whole time, trying to tell the other party that this was what he should do.

It is rare for Vimos to lower his eyebrows in front of Mistan, after all, I am really guilty.

The preparatory time for the prelude always passed extremely quickly, and this year's Insect God Festival is coming soon, attracting everyone's attention.

Last year, because of the war and the loss of the Zerg king, everyone was very busy. There was no dedicated person to organize the Zerg Festival. It was celebrated on each planet separately. The soldiers fighting on the front line simply prayed for one day.

Now that the army has returned from victory this year, and their new king is about to take over, this matter cannot be handled so carelessly.

Of course, this year's Insect God's Festival cannot really adopt the official specifications of previous years because there is no official king to preside over it but the duke presides over it.

Vimos agonized over this year's layout for a long time, and finally decided to just drop it a little bit.

After all, even if Mistan was pushed out by a group of guys who wanted to be lazy, his status is still there. You made him too low and it doesn't fit his status. Maybe then don't talk about holidays, to othersIt is a kind of humiliation, and this year is also considered a big happy event, so there is nothing wrong with holding it grandly.

It not only fulfilled the happy event of the empire, but also rounded up Mistan's face.

In fact, they still have a face, except for Mistan who needs to give a speech in person, the rest of the aspects, such as the management of venue layout personnel and the setting of various procedures, are still in the hands of Vimos and Hesse.

They can cheat their friends, but they can't cheat too much, because after all, there is only such a spendthrift and foolish at the same level to cheat them. If they cheat too much, maybe he will have a long memory next time...

Of course, they definitely wouldn't say these things, they would say that they were sharing their friends' worries or something, but with such a dark and invisible mind, they also arranged the rest of the things very well.

Everything is ready, only the days are owed.

Soon, the day of the Insect God Festival officially arrived.

One day in advance, all companies will basically have a holiday. Even the military and the government have holidays. The entire universe knows that this time is a big holiday for the Zerg. No matter whether it is a friend or an enemy, they will not take advantage of this time.They connect.

There will never be any friendly countries, and the enemies did not die before. Of course, they were all wiped out later.

About five or six centuries ago, the Zerg at that time had a higher civilization that was almost evenly matched, and they were enemies with that higher civilization.

That higher civilization ran over to attack the Zerg during a Zerg Festival at that time, and later that period became the time when the Zerg people had the highest combat effectiveness, which once again refreshed the impression of the people in the universe on the Zerg.

Almost all the people went to battle, but within five days they fought back the high civilization that had overwhelmed the army, and after praying on the Insect God Festival, the people asked for a fight.Disappeared in the long river of the universe.

What's even more frightening is that none of the advanced civilizations that existed in the universe at that time dared to raise objections to such brutal behavior of the Zerg.

Is it because the reputation of that higher civilization is not good?

Actually not.

To be able to do this, with such a powerful civilization, apart from the Zerg, which has always been known for its brutality and is proud of it, other advanced civilizations basically have many followers and have a very good reputation.

However, no higher civilization dared to propose revenge for that higher civilization, and even many people have never thought about it.

Because the Zerg is too strong.

Even in the past two centuries, many advanced civilizations have united to attack the border of the Zerg - it has been two centuries, and the Zerg has not been defeated, but they are already beginning to lose their support.

This is the terrible fighting power of all the people as soldiers.

These two things have almost become the portrayal of the Zerg's combat effectiveness. The name Zerg is outside, and it can even stop children from crying at night in some relatively weak and advanced civilizations.

...

Vimos tried his best to get rid of these messy thoughts, and also got rid of some occasional flashes of uneasiness in himself.

He was sure that no one would come to trouble the Zerg around the time of the Zerg Festival, and with the bloody shadow ahead, no one would dare to do it-not even that person.

After all, that person is still a Zerg. For the Zerg God Festival, every Zerg has an instinctive reverence. This is the instinct that they have been educated since childhood, instilled in their memories, and deeply rooted in their bones.

Vimos struggled to ignore the uneasiness in his heart, finished comforting himself, and then began to seriously torment Mistan.

While Vimos was thinking about these things, on the No. 2 satellite of the main star not far away, a person was sitting in a wheelchair watching the main star's preparations for the Insect God's Festival through the big screen in the central square.

After a while, a tall military female came over.

This face is too familiar. If Kaiqi stood here, she would be able to recognize it at a glance. This person was Proia who should have been taken away by Hesse and imprisoned in the Ministry of Supervision.

Proya, who was invincible in the Imperial Military Academy, was extremely respectful in front of this old man who was sitting in a wheelchair and was obviously handicapped.

He bent down slightly and said, "Sir, you should go back. The doctor sent me to pick you up. It's time for your routine examination today."

The old man's eyes were half opened and half closed, and he was still staring at the screen from the corner of his eye, but he said, "I see, push me back."

Proia got the old man's words, so she dared to straighten up, stood behind the old man's wheelchair and pushed him back.

Those who came with the old man in the dark also slowly moved with Proia to escort them back.

Now when they were going back, when they left the central square and turned to another street, there was a male nobleman driving a suspension car from this street close to the ground and driving past at high speed, almost all passers-by were blown by the excessive wind speedFall, what's more, even be overturned.

However, the male worm in the car did not intend to get out of the car at all, leaving behind all the curses of the people, and still kept driving forward at a fast speed.

Proia frowned slightly, although she was displeased, she didn't want to cause trouble.

So he didn't go directly into that street, but stood still at the corner, ready to wait for the car to pass before going forward.

But he didn't want to cause trouble, so trouble came to trouble him.

The male driving the car couldn't move his eyes when he saw him, so he turned a corner and stopped the car beside him.

He lowered the car window and whistled at Proia in a sluggish way: "Hey, look what I found? A beautiful female."

The male thought he was handsome and stroked his hair, which was obviously just dyed back to black, and shook his head: "Then this beautiful little female, my family still lacks a female slave who warms the bed, do you want to?"Come?"

"These, no need."

Proia didn't want to talk to him, but it's not good to hit him in public, so she could only hold her breath and try to answer politely.

The male worm didn't seem to believe that Proia would directly refuse, and firmly felt that he might be playing hard to get: "I think the female slave status is low? How about the female servant? Don't think about the position of the female king, you just rely on thisFace is inferior, I still have to pick a suitable female gentleman."

Proia took a deep breath, resisting the urge to hit him: "I said, I don't need it, I already have a lover."

The male worm let out a chuckle.

He laughed himself and felt that it was not enough, and he yelled at the people around him: "Hey, everyone, look at this little female who doesn't know what to do. She wants to be taller because of her beautiful face."location, even made it up to say that I have a lover, my God, what kind of bear would find you like this..."

The male sized Proia up and down critically, and focused on the old man he was pushing: "This kind of person has nothing but a face, and his family is so poor that even your female father has become like this.The bug he heals? Can you tell me which male bug would be so blind?"

Proia closed her eyes hard, feeling like she couldn't help it.

At this moment, the old man in the wheelchair finally said, "Do whatever you want."

The old man's voice was very hoarse, and even a little scary. It was the kind of irreversible damage to the body caused by the long-term treatment.

Hearing the old man's words, Proia no longer suppressed herself, and the people in the dark were already ready to attack at any time.

Proia let go of the old man's wheelchair and handed it over to someone who came out from the shadows to take over. He slowly rolled up his sleeves and smoothed out the wrinkles on his shirt.

The ignorant noble male was a little panicked when he saw his actions. He stuttered and shouted without any momentum: "You...what do you want to do?! Let me tell you, my male father is——ah"

Who is his male father?

Proia doesn't want to hear it, and doesn't care.

So before he finished talking to a stern noble male, he had already punched him on the bridge of the nose, causing the male to let out an astonishing scream.

The old man in the wheelchair didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it, and even slightly nodded slightly: "The posture is good."

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Proia is online for the second time——

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