Zerg: Seduction! A brutal and insane female Zerg dotes on me.

On that day, the snow of the entire far north sea was ignited by scorching fire, and the sun in the sky was baked to a boiling scorch.

The fire dragon soared and roared, shaking the boundless snowfield as if it were the wrath of an insect god.

The fleeing rebel insects were surrounded by flames. Some foolish ones even tried to break through the encirclement, but they turned to ashes the moment they touched the orange-red flames. The female insects, who watched their companions disappear on the spot, dared not move again.

Barlow remained calm even as he was shackled, as if he had expected this moment, only showing slight surprise when he saw the overwhelming rage.

His student, seemingly impulsive and arrogant, is actually delicate and profound. He rarely expresses his thoughts directly. This fiery temper can only be unleashed when he is extremely angry...

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The people of Longkoda gazed at the miraculous sight on the horizon, putting down their work and even the insects in their homes bursting out of their doors. The streets were instantly filled with insects, and as the temperature gradually rose, they raised their hands, placed them on their shoulders, nodded, and began to pray in a low, complex insect language.

This white land, though isolated, has also been weathered by time, and they possess their own ancient and traditional civilization.

Legend has it that long, long ago, their ancestors also possessed the magical power to ignite ice and snow in broad daylight. Because the mountains and rivers in the far north are covered in ice and snow that never melt, and the temperature never exceeds ten degrees Celsius throughout the year, they were poor and backward in the past and did not have the technology to melt the snow. So, after the dead of winter and into spring, in order to have enough land to plant crops as soon as possible, they would set the entire plain on fire.

Ancient books clearly record that when the dragon roars and the wind stops, and the clouds and snow melt, life begins.

The raging fire burned for three days and three nights in the far north before gradually being extinguished. After the instigator wiped out the traitorous insects, he silently locked himself in his room for the same three days and three nights.

The female insect was clearly in the palace of Alitus, but the lamp was never lit.

It was another night, and the sky, clear after the fire, was exceptionally clear, even the wind was unexpectedly gentle.

But this corner of the mountaintop was unexpectedly cold.

Yalta stood quietly by the window, watching the melting snow and ice of Longkoda appear strangely unfamiliar. Although he was born and raised there, he had never seen it before, not covered in white.

Like the male insect, they slept side by side day and night, incredibly intimate, and at certain moments they could even clearly feel each other's souls trembling because of them.

But reality is nothing but a lie.

The female insect swayed uncontrollably, her face even paler than when she was seriously injured. She was still wearing the shirt she wore when she went to war, but it was no longer as clean and white as before. The collar was disheveled and her chest was stained with wine of various colors.

He held a cigarette between his fingers, which was already soaked in bright red before it was even lit.

Above were layers upon layers of deep, bone-revealing wounds, dripping from fingertips onto the carpet before disappearing.

The same was true of her bare feet, but the female insect seemed completely unaware, and the entire insect was left in a state of utter stillness.

Yalta stood there for a long time, until his limbs were stiff. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, his fingertips trembled slightly, and the cigarette fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

The female insect's pupils constricted, and she suddenly went into an uncontrollable frenzy, her expression contorted in extreme pain, yet it was a silent pantomime.

He gripped his throat tightly, trying not to make a sound.

Because it is not possible.

He had his pride, but he was also afraid that his enemies lurking in the shadows would discover his weakness.

Back then, Yan Kai was able to protect him to some extent when he was by his side, but now that his whereabouts are unknown, if he is discovered by some malicious insects, it may bring him danger.

Yalta covered his face in embarrassment. That insect had gone to such lengths to leave this place, and he couldn't help but worry about it...

The female insect initially thought this was prey she was sure to catch and was confident she could keep it in her territory. Now she realizes how ridiculous she was.

It was a giant beast with hidden claws that ruthlessly tore his heart apart.

Her body staggered backward, her feet stepping on shards of glass on the ground. The intense pain brought the female insect back to her senses.

Yalta staggered a few steps and slumped to the ground, leaning against the wall. His chest heaved violently, and he bent his knees, resting his arms on them. Looking at his hands, which were almost entirely bleeding and with hardly any unscathed skin, a sharp pain shot through his heart again. After a long while, he murmured to himself, "I'm injured again..."

Even the Insect God probably never imagined that this regional overlord would speak in such a submissive tone.

The room was empty, except for the sound of water in the bathtub.

Yalta pursed his lips tightly; the insect that had been bandaging him had long since disappeared.

He originally thought he could accept this outcome, but the moment he returned to the main palace, the scent of the male insect hit him, and all his pretense of strength collapsed in an instant.

This room, which was clearly meant for him alone, now seemed to bear the traces of male insects in every corner, though it's unclear when it started...

Yalta raised his head, his breathing heavy, and murmured again, "Yan Kai... Yan Kai... I've lost so much blood..."

"fraud……"

Yalta glared with bloodshot eyes, then suddenly clenched his fist and cursed, "Big liar!"

Saying you don't want to see him get hurt is just a lie!

His hands were nowhere to strike, and so were his feet. He was afraid that if he cut himself, the male insects wouldn't see it when they returned, so he deliberately ignored their presence...

Yalta's lips trembled as she thought of this, she closed her eyes in sorrow, her face full of mockery.

What is he doing?

He actually wanted to beg for a little pity in this way?

How tragic...

But what if doing this could bring the male insect back...?

Yalta dared not think any further; he still had inescapable responsibilities on his shoulders, but deep down he was already certain of the answer.

But the male insect didn't care at all...

Even if he died at this moment, he might not even give it a second glance...

Male insects are often cold-hearted; our ancestors were absolutely right.

Yalta's mind was filled with Yan Kai's image. His heart was aching to the point of numbness, and his emotions were inexplicably collapsing again. He didn't know how to relieve it, so he could only grab anything he could destroy and act wildly and recklessly, leaving only a mess in the end.

Everything that could be smashed was smashed to pieces, leaving shards of wine bottles scattered all over the ground. The remaining liquid on them mixed with bright red, creating an eerie color that terrified the insects.

Yalta seemed to be addicted, thinking that this would erase the traces left by the male insects and completely crush everything, but in the end, all that remained was emptiness and endless desolation.

After a long while, Yalta, who had been sitting there for an unknown amount of time, slowly got up, casually washed off the bloodstains, changed his clothes, stood in front of the mirror, looked at the angry and desperate female insect in the mirror, and curled the corners of his mouth with a shocking hatred.

Yalta tidied his hair and casually instructed the guard at the door, "Take Harwick to the interrogation room."