A neat head of short black hair (not in Zerg Armament form), a handsome face bearing a wicked smile, and a tall, lean physique!
"Ye, Ye, Ye Luo!!!" Tolstoy's voice trembled uncontrollably, just like his body at that moment. A simple name contained boundless fury, mixed with deep resentment, a trace of unwillingness, and a hint of shock and disbelief. Ye Luo heard incredibly complex emotions in Tolstoy's voice.
"My Emperor, did he just call you... Grandpa?" Ye Chao looked at Tolstoy teasingly, the smile at the corner of his mouth seeming utterly mocking in the eyes of the Alien Dust.
Ye Meng blinked. "Did he? How come I didn't hear it?" Whether he was doing it deliberately or was simply slow to react, Ye Meng looked exceptionally innocent.
Ye Chao burst into laughter. Ye Meng might have looked foolish, but after following Ye Luo for so long, he had learned quite a few sly tricks. Playing along, Ye Chao said, "Didn't he just shout, 'Grand, grand, Ye Luo'? Wasn't that him calling My Emperor Grandpa?"
Ye Meng immediately put on an enlightened expression. "Oh, right! My Emperor, when did you get such an idiot grandson?"
"Hahaha..." Ye Ci, Ye Bao, Ye Ran, and the rest of the Zerg brothers all broke into hearty laughter.
Perhaps the joke itself was not particularly funny. Under normal circumstances, they would have simply laughed it off. But today, faced with the Alien Dust, who had always acted high and mighty outside, constantly ridiculing humanity and the Zerg while posturing as the superior race—and who now lay before them in such wretched, despairing helplessness, at their mercy—they were simply happy. A teasing joke drew earth-shaking laughter from everyone.
"Ye! Luo!" Fortunately, Tolstoy was Alien Dust, and his teeth were merely decorative projections. If he