Coming to the Zerg: I ​​started as a useless male Zerg

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During the secondary growth stage, the time it takes for the insect wings to grow is not very long. Basically, it will take a little more than a year for the insect wings to grow well.

But it doesn’t mean that the secondary growth is over.

As for the remaining time, or the period before the third growth begins, it is called the transition period.

To put it simply, it's about accumulating energy, and then suddenly one day, "bang!" (exaggeration)

Zhu Yan's insect wings grew very successfully. As the insect pattern appeared and the wings spread out, the small pair of light blue wings were very cute, but Zhu Yan was a little dissatisfied with it.

Lan Ci liked it very much and couldn't let go of it, stroking it lovingly: "It's very cute, doesn't the Lord like it?"

Zhu Yan: "It's not as pretty as A Ci's, and it's too small."

It also has a small tail. The key point is that this small tail is like a dog's tail, and it always shakes uncontrollably.

Woo woo woo, how do I tuck my tail away?

Lan Ci: "The male master's wings are clearly very beautiful, but they have just grown out and haven't spread out yet. When the third stage comes, the little male master will grow taller, and then the wings will naturally grow along with him."

After saying that, Lan Ci gently placed her hand on the male's little tail. Zhu Yan's body immediately straightened up. It can be seen that the tail is more sensitive than the wings.

Lan Ci really enjoyed this scene.

While stroking Zhu Yan's little tail, he felt the body in his arms, and the different degrees of trembling caused by the strength of his stroking of the tail.

Now the elders in the family always secretly advise me not to be too strict with the little male insect.

Just because the male insect is young, well-behaved, and easy to coax, you can't trick him into satisfying your secret desires...

Thinking of this, Lan Ci laughed helplessly.

She leaned over and kissed the little hero's lips, biting and licking them gently.

As God knows, he didn't do anything, but it doesn't matter, he will get it back in bed at night anyway.

Zhu Yan responded enthusiastically and soon became the host...

The happy days did not last long. The doctor came back after counting the days, receiving the news that the little male insect's wings had grown.

He came back with all kinds of bitter medicinal herbs.

The kind look made Zhu Yan a little depressed.

The baby really doesn't want to take medicine.

But it was useless. The mental recovery treatment was proceeding steadily, and the medicinal food, medicine and bath arrived as promised.

There is even an additional acupuncture.

The first time he came down, he was really pricked like a hedgehog. Zhu Yan was so scared that he acted like a spoiled child and acted cute in all kinds of ways.

But it didn't work at all. He even had to use more needles and the medicine became more bitter. Zhu Yan was so angry that he didn't treat Lan Ci well for more than a month.

Lan Ci was in great pain, and it was really not his fault. The doctor suddenly changed the prescription, saying it was more suitable for the little male insect, so he just cooked it. Who could have thought it would be so bitter.

This is the only way I can comfort my young master. Good medicine always tastes bitter.

Later I found out that the prescription had been changed, but it was not actually that bitter, and was even a little lighter than the original prescription. The reason why Zhu Yan felt it was bitter was because it was a side effect of acupuncture.

Bitter medicine is like a cat's bitter life.

Zhu Yan copied the poems stroke by stroke, sighing as he copied. Why are all these poems so sad? They seriously affected his mood.

The cat is going to be depressed.

Lan Ci kissed Zhu Yan's chubby cheek: "My dear little hero, you have sighed several times from the beginning to now. Why are you so unhappy?"

Zhu Yan didn't say anything.

I have to drink such bitter medicine and get so many injections every day.

Then I was forced to practice calligraphy, and the poems I copied were all sad poems. Who would be in a good mood?

The doctor suddenly appeared from behind: "Hey! What are you doing, little male insect?"

Zhu Yanbababa, finally uttered two words weakly: "Practice calligraphy..."