Chapter 67

Wasp girl is the sexual offspring of white king and Hera. Originally, she was just a normal insect, but her parents gave her a container mask in order to protect the nest princess.

She has been transformed in the cradle since childhood, has a strong power, can use the soul, and then learn combat skills in the hive.

After growing up and training in the distant land outside the holy nest, he finally grew into a powerful soldier.

All trace back to the source, the deepest connection between wasps and their parents is the cradle.

Now that the white king is dead and Hera is dead, their lives are best extended in the wasp. They are like two kite flying people. Now the kite has broken away from the long line and wanders in the cloudy sky, but the shadow of the kite is still on the ground.

After returning to the deep nest, the wasp found the midwife who helped her to be born.

She lived in the beast's den, under the cavernous silk sac, next to a wide lake.

The wasp gazed at the deep lake.

The water has been polluted by the void. It's very black. It's as black as ink, but the advantage is that there can't be any dangerous creatures in it.

The memory of the young slightly turned over to my heart, although I can't remember how to fall to the ground, but the happy and sweet taste is not fake.

Once she loved to play with water, in this lake.

Wasp girl don't look over her head. Memory is memory after all. She steps into a long and narrow cave by the lake.

Here, she is supreme, all the beasts and insects will avoid her.

She went deep into it, to a broken wall of rubble.

There are many fragmentary insect corpses beside the wall, which seem to have experienced terrible biting.

Bumblebee girl steps forward.

A thick black worm comes from the top of the gravel. Her face is covered with a round bone white mask, with a gap in the middle. There are three pairs of eyes in total. The upper two lines are arranged separately, while the bottom pair of eyes are combined. The split radian looks like the corner of the mouth is curved upward, which looks like the face of a smiley villain.

The midwife is a dual personality patient.

"Oh, let me see, honey, what are you doing here? I wonder when you will come to see me? " She sighed like a lonely old man, and her feet were moving restlessly. By contrast, her movements were too rich.

The wasp woman did not respond. The midwife saw Lu Zhengkang, "ah Are you carrying food for me? It's very kind of you. I'm just hungry. Having enough food is the way to happiness Come on, give him to me. "

She can't wait to open the mask, revealing an ugly face with four eyes and a huge mouth. Her exposed tusks are closely arranged in two rows. She keeps opening and closing. The midwife makes a sound of rushing to eat. She pushes forward, but she is stuck in the wall. She can't move in an inch. She has to struggle anxiously and vainly.

The wasp woman is very familiar with her character. She gently waves a nail. The midwife detects the crisis, closes her mask, and suddenly retracts her body back into the wall.

"Don't be afraid of me, come out." The wasp girl said softly that the majesty of the queen should not be profaned.

The midwife reluctantly came out again.

"Oh, honey, haven't you gone yet? Ha ha, I hope I didn't scare you just now. If you cry like you did when you were a child, it's not good-looking... "

The wasp snorted coldly, "I don't have time to chat with you here. Get the cradle ready, or I'll ask a group of insects to stay with you."

The midwife is fierce on the surface. In fact, she is introverted and autistic. She has a strong defensive mentality. Hera is the only one she trusts. Now Hera is gone, and there are only strangers in her world. Even Hera's daughter, wasp, is useless.

She was most afraid of being disturbed by others. As soon as she heard the threat from the wasp girl, she immediately panicked, "OK! well! Get ready at once

The midwife went back into the wall, but the wasp woman didn't go. She went straight to the cradle.

The cradle room is just below Hera's bedroom.

A sneaking believer is responsible for guarding here. When he sees the wasp, he respectfully gets out of the way.

Into the room, not a big room, there are a few lamp posts, emitting dumb light.

There is a drop like structure suspended in the middle, with spines on the top and ribs like fine lines on the top. Several long tubes are connected to it, which seems to function as umbilical cord. The lower part is a broken bony bowl, holding the whole cradle.

The main structure of the cradle is floating, not pulled by long pipes, so it is close to the ceiling and a certain distance from the ground.

A few small Knitters came in squeaking with the bottom of the cradle. They had sharp claws, quickly changed the bottom, and then walked around the wasp girl for a few turns before leaving quickly.

The wasp girl comes forward to pull down the bottom support, then puts the deer Zhengkang on the bottom support, and closes the cradle.

The midwives are ready. Streams of dark blue solution are transported from the long tube to the cradle, drowning Lu Zhengkang's body.

This solution can be called amniotic fluid.

The water that breeds life.

The wasp thought for a moment, put the flower entrusted by Lu Zhengkang on the ground under the cradle, and then she left with the broken mask of the little knight in her arms.She's going to bury the body.

No one in the room, holy flowers float into the cradle.

……

Lu Zhengkang is sleeping and dreaming.

He recalled the past, his childhood and adolescence.

The age of fantasy.

But the memory was very vague in his dream. He couldn't tell whether it was his own personal experience or a simple idea.

Lu Zhengkang walked in the shade of the forest and looked around. The sunlight was just right. He could see all kinds of bricks and tiles on the outer wall of the building through the gap of the dense branches. As he walked forward, he retreated.

He burst into a long lane with no one, green bricks and ancient tiles, green moss, city wires flying in the lane, a few sparrows stop and chirp.

The high-altitude stratus, through the sunlight, looks like an ice jade statue in Phnom Penh. It forms a picture scroll with the sky. It is cut out by the walls on both sides of the alley. There is only a long and oblique area, which is very enjoyable.

Lu Zhengkang raised his head and lost his eyes in the sunshine. He swaggered and walked recklessly in the long lane, as if this road could never be finished.

There is pure water flowing in the roadside ditch and pond, fluttering on the stone bricks.

After a while, the alley was over.

Out of the lane at the moment, the sky is bright.

In front, a pure white stag appears on the busy street of the city. Its horns are grand, like the twists and turns of two ancient trees. Its height is higher than the street lamp on the side of the road.

It moves gracefully through the traffic.

There was no panic or disturbance to pedestrians.

Lu Zhengkang was afraid that it would be hit by the car, so he rushed to chase the stag.

He followed it, walking ahead and running behind.

Through the city, through the rubble of the suburbs, over the green bamboo forest.

The sun goes down and the moon rises.

Under the night sky, the mountains are dark blue. The stag stands on a bare mountain, between the huge rocks and cliffs, with its back to the full moon. Its horns hold the moon.

Like holding a jewel.

The stag stood in silence.

Lu Zhengkang came up to him, put out his hand and gently stroked the thick fur.

The hair with temperature has strong vitality and can feel the surging of blood under it.

The stag turns into light, wrapping the youth, ascending to the dome and turning into the second bright moon.