Zerg Achilles

You're not really such a strong guy.

All the things that scare males will also kill you at the same time, you can't handle it better than any of them, you're just not very expressive, you're not calmer, you just want to live more than anything else, So you force yourself to constantly adapt and endure.

You really want to go home, miss your own plants, study, and ticking clocks, they can't speak, but long-term company is better than words, you want to go home.

The trial about you is still going on. Keledo criticized the illegality of the transaction, but the clan elder will not let you go just because of Kuntu's simple words. He looked around and announced loudly with the utmost majesty that he would either sell you , or give you to God.

Kuntu sneered, confronting Su Ke tit for tat, refusing to give an inch, Su Ke jumped up angrily, the chips of both sides were even, until the balance tilted to one side, the males walked into the tent and stood behind Su Ke, as if his fans.

The expression on Kuntu's face disappeared little by little, and it froze into suppressed anger. Su Ke had no fear, and commanded the male insect to go over Kuntu and grab you. He raised his jaw, and his anger was hidden under his pale expression. He said to Kuntu: " I don't want to sell him now, I want to give him to God."

Kuntu suddenly turned his head to look at you, you looked at him speechlessly, your face probably lost expression, he helped you once, and now it is the second time, but choosing to help someone is far from that simple, isn’t it Just make a decision.

The male worm holding you is silent, but powerful. You are too weak, like the number three in a poker card that will never be reserved as a hole card. You are the first to be sacrificed and the fastest to be destroyed.

Yuri squeezed over desperately, he aggressively inserted between the two male insects holding you: "God is merciful, if the female insect wants to have her own mate, even the mother god can't bear to strip the male insect from her side. "

"Yuri! Are you crazy! Let go!"

The two males were shocked and angry. The red-haired one seemed to be very nice to Yuri. He stood in front of Yuri, but he didn't do anything: "What are you doing for him? Did you pick up too much camel dung? Be careful and punish the elders again." you!"

"No!" Yuri blushed, but refused to let go.

The situation is turning fast, you're held hostage in the middle, fear keeps you from concentrating, in fact, your mind is huddled, you don't know what to do, you wish you could scream, you can shout, no , or help.

But you can't make a sound.

"Enough!" You hear Kuntu's voice, saying, "Enough!"

The following words were too soft for you to hear clearly, but after a long enough time, Yuri hugged you tightly, like a cat protecting food, and he said to the male worms rushing over: "Kuntu is talking to the clan elders, Maybe God doesn't need him, just wait."

He said to wait, but there was no relaxed expression on his face. Your body was cold, and your back was wet with cold sweat. After waiting for 10 minutes, or 10 minutes, you heard the commotion in the crowd.

Kuntu pushed aside the crowd and walked to you, like a rock separating the water, the males around you slowly dispersed, leaving only Yuri by your side.

"Are you okay?" He stared at your embarrassment and spoke softly. He looked fierce and not a gentle person, but his tone reassured you, as if what you were about to face next was not a big deal.

"A finger."

He said simply, and then told you what the conversation was about.

You nodded, maybe even tried to smile: "Okay."

Yuri's face was pale, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Kredo lent out his dagger, he looked at you full of entanglement, he was so easy to understand, he was a sensual female, he stammered that his dagger was fast and would not hurt you too much, cursing With tears in his eyes, he cursed harshly and ran out of the tent.

Kuntu knelt in front of you on one knee. You were not familiar with each other, even very strangers. He wanted to cover your eyes, but you refused with a very firm tone: "No."

He lowers his head, you give him your hand, and watch his eyes as if you were distracted. The snowy night sky is black and quiet, and the emotions are hidden deep inside, and the struggle is almost invisible.

He can't comfort people, but he did hesitate repeatedly, arguing with Su Ke. He strongly wanted to save everything, but the clan elder told him that either he punished you or sent you to God. Change your answer easily.

He'll cut off your little finger and hand it over to the elders as punishment for the offense, but you'll live.

He held your hand and lifted your chin with the other hand, so you just looked at him, Kuntu smiled, his voice was very low, and he spoke at an unhurried pace: "When I was a child, female My father told me a story about a traveler who got lost in the desert and could not find his way out. One day he met a bad guy who told him that if he cut off a finger, he would be given enough water to get out of the desert. .”

He paused, and pulled the knife out of its sheath. You pretended not to see it, but your voice trembled uncontrollably. You asked him, "Then?"

Kuntu shook his head and asked, "What will you do?"

You barely think: "I'll kill the bad guy and get all his water."

A smile bloomed at the corners of his brows and eyes, you kept looking into his eyes without ignoring his apology and compassion, he held you tightly in his arms, patted your back, like coaxing a bug cub: "My choice and You are the same."

You hear him say, and then you lose your left little finger, and there are no words to describe the pain, and you howl like you're trying to squeeze the air out of your lungs, and you feel like you're trying to crush your teeth.

Tears rolled out of your wide-open eyes, you whimpered and twitched like a shrimp, Kun Tubao hugged you, remained silent, and kissed your forehead as if comforting.

"You know what you should do." Su Ke finally regained his confidence, ordered his fingers to shrink, and turned his gaze to Kuntu. You heard a voice gurgling in his throat, and after careful consideration, he finally condensed into a word "No." Minor Proverb: "So you disobey the will of God."

There was a deep-rooted conflict between Kuntu and Su Ke, he moved his lips, and chewed the words of apology to pieces, like spitting out a pile of messy and dry rags.

But bow your head and give in, posture is far more important than attitude.

Su Ke's ugly face finally eased a little,

"You promise that everything you say today is true."

Bowing his head in apology, he wiped the anger from Su Ke's face. Indifference and coldness covered his brows and eyes again. He took off a feather dyed blue, red and white from the cloak, and handed it to Kuntu: "Would you like promise?"

Kuntu took it in silence, prayed silently, and then lightly dusted the feathers to the ground. From beginning to end, he frankly never avoided Su Ke's gaze. Su Ke said, "You should remember this moment."

He said: "Since it's your partner, I'll send him to your tent. Your lives are connected and you share weal and woe."

Another feather fell to the ground. He raised his right hand and said to the female waiting in the tent, "He is Kuntu's partner, not a tradeable slave anymore."

"ended."

Kuntu said to you, and then asked you: "Do you want to go out, or I hold you."

You were so shaken that you couldn't speak, every word was broken into different syllables, you supported him with the other hand, and stood up: "Go out."

You took the first step, you heard whispers around you, Kuntu half-supported you: "I'm sorry."

"No." You say.

It is not he who will pay the price.

Kuntu took you to his tent, and Yuri tried to follow, but was dragged away by the red-haired male.

You sit in a tent to treat the wound. It was originally a recovery agent, a mass-produced military product of the Alliance. Its most common function is to restore physical strength, relieve pain, and reduce bleeding.

The injections Kuntu administered to you, he sucked you with strange herbs, the strong smells blinded your senses, you could barely feel pain, or your mind was still awake but you lost touch with your body.

"Do you feel it?"

He touched your arm, you shook your head, he took out a light blue recovery agent from a small box, lifted up his cuff, and the needle tip plunged into your skin.

After the injection, Kuntu straightens your sleeves and asks if you want to eat something. You shake your head, and he sits next to you. It is hard to guess what he is thinking, and no message can be read from his expression.

You ask doubts: "Why do you help me?"

"You are very smart." He smiled after answering, and kept squatting in front of you: "But smart people are also very troublesome, they will not believe that worms will lend a helping hand for no reason, fortunately you are a male worm, Then my reason is naturally irrefutable, nature makes me respectful, love makes me obedient."

You sneered, you are not good at making this expression, most of the time funny remarks will only make you look indifferent, not mocking.

The medicine box opened with a click, and quickly closed with a click. He bandaged the wound, made the bed, and hoped that you would sleep. Maybe it was the effect of herbs. You were too tired to manage your expression while waiting. And drowsy.

"I won't hurt you."

Kuntu comforts you, this sentence is usually associated with "it's okay" and "everything will be fine". It is the same as the greeting and parting between strangers. It is a social custom and moral rule that is blurted out without thinking. There is nothing in itself special meaning.

It is neither a guarantee nor a promise.

Kuntu turned around and turned off the lights, the darkness was like a fine net, covering layer after layer, his appearance blurred into a simple outline in your eyes, like a phantom in a nightmare.

You suddenly asked Kuntu: "Can you send me back to the league?"

He pauses when he takes off his clothes. In the dark, you keep your eyes open and look at him without blinking. The female insect will not be blind in the dark. You know that he can see your face, which can almost be called hopeful expression.

"Do not."

His voice was very short, but he did refuse: "I'm sorry."

You looked back disappointed, but felt that he was approaching you. You were lying on the laid quilt, and he was half kneeling in front of you, as if he was topless.

"Have you ever had a contractor?"

His voice was calm, but it made you a little panicked, and you backed yourself up with your elbows: "What are you going to do."

"Answer me." There was a command in his voice.

"Yes." You clutched the quilt, slightly at a loss, really unable to cope with the wave after wave of accidents.

He leaned down and trapped you between his arms: "Have you ever done it with him?"

You put your right hand between him and you, the warm and smooth touch of your hand reminds you that Kuntu is indeed topless.

"You said you wouldn't hurt me."

He laughed: "Can you exchange your life with a finger, but are you unwilling to exchange your body for stability?"

You freak out, and he covers your mouth, stifling the rejection you're about to say.

"I don't need to know your real name." He said, "I also don't need your little Gogo, it's just to deal with Su Ke's temporary mark, will it?"

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