StarCraft: Everyone wants the Queen

Chapter 249 Hiding

Shen Qingqing and Ge Yuan chatted casually, and before they knew it, they had reached the deepest part of the mine.

It's a dead end.

Ge Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and took off her helmet to fan herself.

"The air here is very humid. To be honest, I don't really like it here."

"Then why are you staying here?" Hearing Ge Yuan's complaint, Shen Qingqing glanced at her. "With your strength, no insect could stop you from leaving. Why choose to stay in the mining area? There aren't any designer bags or jewelry here that you like, and..."

As he spoke, he looked Ge Yuan up and down, examining her attire.

"You don't even have a decent piece of clothing."

Shen Qingqing is right; it has been a long time since she has experienced the feeling of wearing a gorgeous and elaborate dress.

When was the last time you wore a skirt?

Last month? Three months ago? Or even earlier?

She no longer remembers.

But it doesn't matter; in the mining area, dressing up would just make one look out of place.

"Whatever," Ge Yuan shrugged, looking indifferent, with a somewhat resigned attitude. "Anyway, no insects will appreciate me here. Rather than dressing up and becoming the focus of the insect swarm, I might as well be myself."

Yes, rather than becoming a live target in the public eye, it's better to hide in the streets and become an ordinary person lost in the world.

Even more insidious than hiding is blending in.

"Moreover, this is also the most real, most common, and most inconspicuous reality of the Zerg."

Ge Yuan exhaled a breath of stale air and said softly.

"The temple was resplendent with gold and jade, the clothing shone brightly, and the jewels sparkled. Even the smallest cups were inlaid with gold and silver, creating an atmosphere of extravagant luxury. You experienced that during those three months, didn't you?"

She certainly understood.

Not only that, but they were also scammed.

"what do you mean……"

"Shh—" Ge Yuan suddenly put her finger to her lips mysteriously, her pink eyes slightly narrowed, and a faint smile appeared on her lips as she whispered, "Listen."

Listen attentively.

Nothing at all.

Seeing Shen Qingqing's puzzled look, Ge Yuan withdrew her fingers and tilted her head, gesturing for her to follow her.

"Emotions are rare, precious, and stingy to the Zerg."

"Therefore, they would carefully wrap this treasure in the softest silk, making sure that no wrinkles would damage this precious sentiment."

"It will only belong to the king in the hearts of the Zerg."

"That's the privilege of the insect queen."

Along the way, passing through the crooked beams overhead in the mine, Ge Yuan's voice lingered in my ears, unable to stop for a long time.

Suddenly, Ge Yuan stopped in his tracks.

Shen Qingqing, who was following behind her, was also startled and stopped in her tracks.

His dark eyes were filled with confusion, doubt, and deep unease.

She always felt that Ge Yuan was hiding something from her.

No, it wasn't just Ge Yuan; the entire Zerg were keeping it from her.

And ahead...

Shen Qingqing snapped out of her daze, and all she could see was pitch black.

For some reason, a deep unease arose in her heart, and even her breathing became rapid and difficult.

"This is not just the third mining area."

Ge Yuan seemed to be in some strange state, muttering to himself, "It has many titles, each with a different meaning, but the most touching one is the title of 'Zerg Meat Grinder'."

As he spoke, he leaned against the side of the mine, to Shen Qingqing's right.

At the same time, he extended his right hand, placed the helmet in front of his chest, bowed slightly, and began to describe the unknown area ahead.

"Welcome inside the Zerg Meat Grinder, my esteemed Zerg Queen."

-

Meanwhile, a servant insect checking Shen Qingqing's room for any missing decorations discovered the old, yellowed mural depicting a bronze throne.

As I turned the mural over, intending to hang it on the wall, I caught a glimpse of a piece of paper tucked inside the canvas.

Upon unfolding it and seeing the pattern clearly, the insect's pupils instantly constricted.

pat.

As the mural crashed to the floor with a dull thud, the piece of paper floated lightly onto the framed, but now broken, glass shards of the mural.

Her mind went blank for a moment after seeing the pattern on the paper.

Suddenly I remembered that this was the insect mother's room.

Tears welled up uncontrollably from his tear ducts. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; he could only make heavy, panting sounds.

His hands trembled as he scrambled to his feet from the floor, not even bothering to pick up the murals and papers, and scrambled out of the room.

She tried her best to cover her mouth, even biting her hand so hard that it bled, attempting to numb herself with pain and prevent her body from trembling with fear.

But the tears welling up in her eyes and her pupils, shrunken like wheat awns, still betrayed her.

"Assistant, Assistant! Quick! I need to find the Assistant!"

Ignoring the guards' attempts to stop her, the female insect rushed into Andorra's office, shouting loudly and without any decorum.

"Miss, the chief of staff is not here."

“Yes, please don’t do that, it’s impolite.” Another attendant recognized this insect servant; she remembered that she was the head of the insect servant team responsible for arranging items in the insect mother’s palace.

The attendant poured a glass of water for the frightened young lady. "Miss, the aide-de-camp has temporarily left. Please feel free to tell us if you need anything, and we will pass it on to you..."

"No! I will not tell any Zerg about this!" The female servant was very firm in her attitude. She not only rejected his kindness, but also stood up with an agitated expression.

The water in the glass was spilled on the ground, and the glass rolled a few times on the floor, gradually moving away from the noisy center.

Bones.

Gululu.

A hand wearing a white velvet glove apprehended the glass that was trying to escape.

"What happened? Why is this young lady so agitated?"

Upon seeing the newcomers, the guards straightened their backs, placed one hand on their chests in a salute, and said, "Greetings, Your Excellency the Bishop."

"What exactly happened?" Bishop Ryan's grey-blue eyes remained calm, as if he were used to such things.

After all, Andor was quite popular among the female insects, and many females pursued him, even going so far as to bypass obstacles and barge directly into Andor's office.

“Your Grace, it’s like this, this young lady… uh! She insists she has something important to say to the aide-de-camp in person, and we can’t stop her.” The guard reached around the female’s private parts with one hand and firmly restrained her.

She still managed to bite him, and blood seeped from the wound inside his glove, but it healed thanks to the Zerg's amazing healing ability.

"Merciful Insect God."

Bishop Ryan attempted to communicate with the mad insect servant.

"Miss, I think I can help you."