Zerg Survival Record

In the end, they didn't sleep in the same bed.

When Lan Yin was being ruthless and unreasonable, Xi Ruier simply used a few words to suppress him: "I am very cautious. If there are insects around me, I will not be able to sleep. Even if I fall asleep, if I wake up in the middle of the night and notice an insect around me, I will subdue it by reflex. If I hurt you, I will regret it."

Cyril spoke seriously, his eyes serious, as if Lan Yin was his whole world.

But Lan Yin's first reaction was...

"No wonder you're still single. I thought you were too picky, or didn't have the time."

When Cyril heard this, her whole pretty face darkened.

Anyone of his subordinates who saw this would feel that they would not see tomorrow's sunrise.

Lan Yin was not afraid of him, but asked, "Am I wrong?"

The scene that follows may be a bit chaotic, but in short, it is just a real-life PK between them.

Lan Yin doesn't hit women, but Cyril is not a woman. He is a female insect and his body is very strong.

It would be better for him to let Lan Yin go than for Lan Yin to let him go.

Finally, they decided the winner before twelve o'clock interstellar time, and then returned to their respective sleeping places.

Lan Yin suspected that her face was about to be stretched too much, and she didn't know whether she could buy insurance for her face in this world.

Cyril wasn't feeling much better, and his scalp was probably aching now.

Lan Yin didn't want such a beautiful woman to become bald, so he held back. But when he really imagined Cyril becoming bald, he found it extremely funny. Moreover, without those three thousand worries, he wouldn't be that ugly, and he probably even had a kind of otherworldly aura.

This kind of thought would not feel wrong even if it were brought into a dream.

Maybe you dream at night what you think about during the day.

Lan Yin saw the monk Cyril in his dream. This handsome young man with a jade-like face held his hand shyly, and the light from his bald head seemed to blind his eyes.

He felt an inexplicable sadness, tears about to flow from the corners of his eyes, and then he heard the dead bald donkey affectionately call out: "Emperor brother..."

Lan Yin was awakened from her dream.

He was stunned for a moment, feeling his conscience ache.

Before dawn, he got out of bed, opened the door and walked out.

Even a dead pig would react to such a commotion, let alone Cyril, who admitted that he was very wary. He naturally opened his eyes immediately and reached out to push open the warehouse door, but when he saw it was Lan Yin, he lay back down.

Lan Yin walked quickly over, then lay down on the transparent warehouse door, looking at Cyril with his blue eyes, his expression very sad.

sorry!

Lan Yin said silently.

Cyril was completely confused by his lip movements, but thinking about the male insect's spontaneous nature, it was not impossible for him to suddenly wake up and go crazy.

He felt that he was no longer young and could not keep up with the male insect's thinking.

As he was thinking this, he saw Lan Yin opening the door of the game cabin and climbing in.

His long hair hung down in front of his eyes, making him look like a female ghost that had just crawled out of the TV to take his life.

There is still a lot of space inside the game cabin, which is more than enough to accommodate two strong men. What's more, neither Lan Yin nor Cyril has an exaggerated figure, and they are tall and normal.

Cyril had to make room for him, his expression indifferent and his eyes showing a hint of forbearance.

Lan Yin closed the door as soon as he entered, then turned sideways and began to harass Xi Ruier: "Brother, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pulled your hair. If you pull it out and it becomes bald, it will be a great loss to the world."

Cyril felt a slight headache: "Did you come in just to say this?"

"Isn't it important to apologize to you?" Lan Yin asked back.

Cyril was speechless. He couldn't possibly tell Lan Yin that he was unimportant.

Lan Yin poked his shoulder, but Cyril suddenly grabbed his hand and whispered, "Stop it."

Lan Yin struggled, but found that Cyril had used a little force and he couldn't break free for a while. He couldn't help but look at Cyril strangely, wondering what was going on with him.

Cyril's obscure gaze swept across his eyebrows inch by inch, and finally fell on the rosy and soft lips. In the dim space, the factor of ambiguity was breeding, burning his rationality bit by bit.

Lan Yin looked at Cyril's face pressing towards him. He was in a very calm mood, and there was no trace of the fiery passion in his eyes caused by ambiguity.

But at the last moment, Cyril changed direction and gently placed a kiss on the red hair, full of love and restraint.

At this moment, Cyril's mood was the same as Calvin's. Even though they were full of love and gratitude towards Lan Yin, they were unwilling to offend him and make those blue eyes feel disgusted.

Lan Yin was in a daze. Even though Cyril had left the game cabin, he didn't react.

When he finally came to his senses, he was the only one left in the game cabin.

He reached out and touched the top of his head, a smile on his lips: "Since you like me so much, it seems you don't have to worry too much about the future."

The next day, when Cyril came out of another game cabin, he found Lan Yin still sleeping in that game cabin.

He suddenly thought, could it be that this guy deliberately forced him to leave and then secretly played games inside?

Although he didn't have any bug cubs at home, when he was not yet the legion commander, he heard his comrades tell thrilling stories about their battles of wits and courage with their own bug cubs. Without exception, they all involved climbing into game cabins and stealing the male and female father's laptops.

The military had a highly respected chief of staff. One day, his grandson stole his laptop and completely deleted the training plan he had assigned to the troops. Fortunately, more important files required permission, so the young man didn't have to go to the military court.

But the chief of staff was furious and refused to vent his anger on his own Zerg cubs, so he began to cause trouble for Zerg cubs throughout the empire, demanding that the time Zerg cubs could use optical computers be restricted, and that the underage Zerg Game Protection Act be activated, prohibiting them from playing games before the age of eighteen.

Of course, he didn't succeed.

It is very likely that the bug cubs have their own optical computers at the age of eight, which is almost their proof of identity.

At the age of fifteen, you will have a game cabin to reduce the probability of mental sea attacks.

If legislation is really enacted as the Chief of Staff requested, the Zerglings will lose some of their benefits and rights, which is also contrary to the core idea of the Empire's Minor Protection Law.

So the legislation proposed by the Chief of Staff was rejected.

You know, even before the reformation, the male insects could do nothing to the young insects.

After all, the Zerglings are the hope of the empire and the future of everything.

When Cyril thought of this, he saw that Lan Yin was still asleep, and he couldn't help but touch the edge of the game cabin. He found that there was no temperature, so he breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Lan Yin went to bed earlier than he thought, but it could not be ruled out that Lan Yin did not take the opportunity to play games.

This young legion commander also experienced the fun of fighting wits and courage with the insect cubs.

He turned on the light computer again and used his authority to check the electricity meter in the room.

Comparing the day before yesterday with yesterday, he used a formula to calculate and finally concluded that Lan Yin did not play games last night.

This surprised him, but also made him happy, thinking that the male insect had finally learned to restrain itself.