Wearing an Insect Mother, but the Fourth Natural Disaster

Jiang Yuanze traveled through time and entered a weird RPG game: You are the insect mother. You are the sun, the treasure, and the only beacon of the Zerg. [But when you wake up from your own tomb, you find that you have been forgotten and abandoned by the entire Zerg race, and even your tomb has been stolen by thieves. Do you choose...] A. How can this be unreasonable? I want to revive Chao Gang and kill the nine clans of these little thieves! B. Find out the truth. Maybe there is another hidden reason for your death. C. Now that the matter is over, let's go see if there is any oil or water in other tombs. D. I am a straight man and I don't want to live anymore. [You successfully returned to the unfamiliar main star field through treasure, and studied at the Interstellar Academy, determined to revitalize your own power here...] A. I am the mother of insects. I will tell you my identity and drive back to the palace! B. Lie down and figure it out slowly. The situation is not as simple as you expected. C. Now that the matter is over, let's go get some yellow. D. I am a straight man and I don't want to live anymore. You have accidentally developed your own power through word of mouth. Everything is ready, all you need is the east wind. Unexpectedly, the enemy leader came late at night. He voluntarily knelt at your feet and wrapped his hands around your calves. "Mom," he begged, "you finally..."] A. I, I... B. Pretend to agree and control him physically first. C.[Skillful] Try to pickpocket. D....... Is no longer alive. [You have regained your power, and the males who have helped you before have come to find you. They all hope to be your first husband...] A. Select male A. B. Select male B. C. Select male C. D. I want them all, so you should take turns. ** Yuan Ze, Her Majesty the Mother of the Zerg, the dawn and hope of the Zerg, there is a forum specially set up for him on the Star Network: [Hot! ] From the deserted star to the federal capital, I tried to retrace the route that His Majesty took [picture and text record]. [Hot! ] His Majesty won the decisive battle, reshaped the interstellar pattern, and only did these few small things right... [Hot! Who knows? Yesterday I met His Majesty by chance and received a Coke that His Majesty dug out of the trash can. I will treasure it for the rest of my life. [Hot! ]His Majesty jumped out of the sewer mouth again today, @Insect Mother Guard Group, where are you people? …… [Lock] I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you... Insects naturally admire and worship players. A casual glance from a player can make them fall, a prayer can make them cry, and players can easily gain affection and all love from them. They hope to get the player's attention, they hope to get the player's caress, they hope the player can only belong to themselves... They hope the player can stay in the insect nest forever and obediently to conceive and give birth... But... Players are always just players. 1. The fourth natural disaster, Sand Sculpture Wind, is probably a story about a man and a machine being injured and flying everyone away. 2. The third person of the text. 3. The heartthrob has many arrows, and the arrows will be returned later, with an extra ending. Intention: To make things right