Zerg Achilles

Louis's head was stuffed in the male's arms, and the voice was a little weak, but Mr. Walsh Jr. could hear it clearly.

"How long are you going to torture me?"

Little Mr. Walsh lowered his eyelids, silent and didn't know how to speak. He stared at his lover thinking, his eyes were tender and gentle, but his tone was cold and calm: "It won't be forever, Louis."

The female in his arms looked too weak, gasped slightly in his arms, and seemed to have a mental breakdown, but little Walsh knew that the female would never yield to him, nor would she shed tears for it .

"Louis." The male said softly, and Louis, who was used to his tone, could tell the difference. This time, the male's tone was very gentle and firm: "Every mistake will be corrected, and I will be no exception."

I will bear all the consequences, I will pay the price for my actions, I am not eager for understanding and forgiveness, I am willing.

The male's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he leaned close to Louis' forehead and kissed him.

[I'm sorry if this is wrong]

After the incident, Louis was extremely exhausted. He was hugged in a daze, and seemed to hear the low-pitched and gentle whispers of the male insect in his sleep.

[Will you remember my real name...Louis...my...real name...]

The soft kiss fell to the ear, and the sound of the sigh passed through the eardrum and reached the depths of the mind, like a brand.

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Mr. Walsh Jr. has a strong sense of time, and this has not changed on the unknown star. In the schedule, [-]:[-] every night is the time for him to write in his diary.

But now, he is sitting in front of the desk, still not knowing how to start writing. Mr. Walsh Jr.’s desk is very spacious. In addition to his daily work, he occasionally turns it into an operating table for some minor surgical operations.

Now there is a small cradle in the middle of his desk, and a white bug egg is lying in the cradle.

With a paralyzed face, he slowly stretched out a finger, poked the bug egg, and then put his whole hand on the bug egg, with a mysterious expression on his face.

This is an egg.

He made a conclusion, and then added, me and Louis' eggs.

Mr. Walsh Jr. stood up suddenly, and turned around a little anxiously, as if he could not accept this conclusion. He looked at the cradle, put his hand on the bug egg again, and frowned, not sure whether his feelings correct.

Bug eggs want to cuddle.

Mr. Walsh Jr. stretched out his hand slowly, held the bug egg and carefully felt the life inside the egg shell. He tried to communicate with a paralyzed face: "You have been born for an hour." He said: "You should be more independent."

Chongdan didn't respond, as if the mental fluctuations just now were just the imagination of Mr. Walsh Jr.

"say."

Little Mr. Walsh shook the egg slightly, and the worm egg was quiet. Mr. Walsh began to worry that he would not be able to educate the egg well. It seemed a bit rebellious.

Or fell asleep?

Mr. Walsh Jr. put down his eggs and sat back at the desk, with a rare look of worry on his paralyzed face. His condition didn't look good, even a bit bad. His clothes were wrinkled, his fingers were bloody red from his fingers to his cuffs, and his hair was disheveled. , only half of the lens is left in the glasses, and the cheek on the right is swollen high, which looks ugly.

After thinking about the egg for a while, Mr. Walsh Jr. finally remembered that he needed to wash up.

And about two hours ago.

Mr. Walsh Jr. was standing at the door of the bedroom in a well-dressed manner, preparing for a minor operation. Before entering the door, he put on his glasses, looked at the clock, and put his ear close to the door when the hour hand pointed to the hour to make sure that he did not hear any sound .

This meant that the stabilizer had worked, and there were two hours to remove the egg.

Pushing open the door, there was only one bed in the room. The handsome and proud female lay quietly on the bed. He frowned his tough and beautiful eyebrows, his wet forehead hair limply stuck to his forehead, his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and slightly lower abdomen. Long, his body sank into the soft quilt, he tilted his head to look at the male, as well-behaved as a tamed cheetah.

"I don't have the strength to survive." He had a premonition of what was about to happen.

But based on the intensity of previous resistance, the male can easily deduce that these words are not sincere.

Sure enough, under the unmoved gaze of little Walsh, the female spread her limbs dejectedly and cursed.

"Dead pervert."

The words in the swallowed murmurs were even more indecent. After repeated education by the male, Louis finally stopped uttering more insulting words outright, for example, you can’t curse Little Walsh for not having Little Gogo, because everyone Yes, he has.

With a paralyzed face, the male worm calmly pushed the mirror frame: "The eggs are immature, and they can't wait for a normal delivery." Therefore, surgery is needed.

The female didn't speak. He looked at little Walsh and closed his eyes sleepily.

It seems to have resigned.

But in fact, without the shackles of tranquilizers and suppressive power, the female could easily break Mr. Walsh's neck, and now, he just smashed everything around him head-on.

In order not to get injured, Mr. Walsh Jr. minimized the items in the room, and left a few wooden balls once every three days to keep the females alive.

Little Walsh can't dodge often, and the probability of being hit is about 40.00%. If the female's mood continues to be depressed, then he will try not to move after opening the door, in order to increase the probability and exchange for a certain mood value.

In order to keep the production process going smoothly, the role of the stabilizer was limited to reducing his reaction speed and physical strength. Little Walsh knew that the female was very awake now, but she didn't have much strength to resist.

He approached, bent down, put his hands through his knees and armpits, and lifted the female from the bed.

Very heavy.

The male was sullen, and his walking posture was slightly swaying. Louis opened his eyes with a sarcastic expression, but his body was limp and powerless. He leaned weakly on the male's shoulder and rubbed the male's neck with his teeth. The male shook Even more powerful.

He guessed that the original intention of this movement was to pierce his neck, but because of the limited strength, the flirting function accounted for the majority.

"Louis."

The voice of the male insect was full of warning, Louis was unmoved, and continued to go deeper. From the bedroom to the study, the distance was not too long. It took a total of 57 steps, but Mr. Walsh Jr. walked very reluctantly.

He opened the door and carefully placed the female on the well-arranged desk. He turned around and picked up the syringe with a calm expression.

"It will be over soon."

"Fuck your dad."

The male's face was paralyzed, and he relaxed his mind at the first step of giving birth, but judging from the performance of the female, this step was more intimidating than comforting.

The delivery process was not very smooth. Little Walsh injected the female with drugs to restore strength. Although he had practiced it hundreds of times with the help of tools, when Louis's lower body began to ooze blood and mucus, and the pain made his face turn pale. During the day, he began to get nervous.

Specifically, Mr. Walsh Jr. began to talk more.

"When I was young, my female father told me that laying an egg is just a snap."

"Fart!" Louis slapped the male worm's face with his recovered strength and gritted his teeth: "Your grandpa! Can you idiot deliver babies!?"

The male's glasses were knocked off, and his head was slightly tilted. His eyes were deep and pure. He looked at Louis' face intently, nodded affirmatively, continued the steps of spawning with his hands steadily, and said coldly: "I read the book, Watched the video."

From conception to now, I have been preparing for seven months.

There was nothing wrong with Mr. Walsh Jr.'s steps, nor was there any professional oversight, but the problem was that both he and Lewis were first-timers, and neither party was sure the process was accurate.

Louis raised his neck high and panted heavily. The male insect carefully pressed the female's abdomen and opened his slender and straight legs. The time for the potion to take effect was faster than he expected, which meant that something went wrong. The problem is that the insect eggs may be successfully discharged from the body cavity, or they may be crushed in the abdomen due to the pressure, which will cause great trouble.

The continuous and unbearable colic forced Louis to groan. His face was pale, sweat beaded like beans, and he looked more like being tortured than a wormy egg. He arched his body and wanted to shrink himself into a ball.

The male calmly and skillfully reopened him, letting him spread out in his arms.

"Get lost." Louis trembled weakly.

Mr. Walsh Jr. kissed his forehead and whispered, "Don't be afraid."

Tiny blood and mucus gushed out from the gap, and Louis felt extremely uncomfortable. He grabbed the male worm's clothes and said bitterly, "Well...I'm dead...you're happy...isn't it."

"I would never think so, Louis."

The female endured, he gritted his teeth, anger and fear made him almost out of control, he wanted to wring off the hand violently, but the reality only allowed him to bite hard.

Louis rubbed the flesh with his teeth, and the male groaned.

"I touched it." Mr. Walsh Jr. tried to guide the egg out of the body cavity, but the female's movements hindered his movement.

"Don't bite my hand Louis." He patted the female's head with his other hand: "Try to expel it."

Louis was so angry that his lungs exploded. He slammed his elbow into the face of the male insect. The male insect hissed, and his movements were still guiding the egg. In the arms of the worm, he began to use local force.

The process of laying an egg is delicate.

Louis fought with little Walsh countless times for this egg, almost succeeded in killing it several times, and was rescued by its father again. Perhaps it was the sense of crisis that forced the egg to be born early.

With the cooperation of the female, the egg begins to be slowly discharged along the body cavity until it successfully escapes from the body of the female father and becomes a large white egg held in the hands of the male.

Louis was so tired that he couldn't keep his eyes open, and passed out in a daze. In fact, it was not so difficult for the female to lay eggs, but the restraining shackles trapped the female, and his physical strength was weak.

"Go to sleep."

Little Walsh put the eggs in the cradle, kissed Louise's sweaty forehead, and he picked up the female to start the final aftermath.

The birth of the worm egg was out of Mr. Walsh Jr.'s plan. He didn't intend to have a worm cub, but the egg had already been born, and it couldn't be thrown away casually.

Mr. Walsh Jr. originally wanted to give the eggs to the female to hatch, and he had a close contact with the female in strict accordance with the book "How to Make Your Partner Obedient" with an ambiguous cover.

The male insect tried to soften the attitude of the female insect by massaging its shoulders and backs, but Louis' first reaction when he saw the egg was to kick it, almost killing the egg on the spot, so he could only temporarily isolate him from the egg.

The timing of the egg hatching is uncertain, but due to Mr. Walsh's occasional instillation of the hope that the eggs will be independent sooner, little Walsh broke out of the shell in the third week after birth.

That day, the father of the male worm had just performed a physical examination on the female worm, and unsurprisingly, he was beaten up with bruises all over. Louis, who had given birth, quickly recovered under the meticulous care of the male worm, and he was not merciless in beating the worm. .

With a horrific face paralyzed, Little Walsh pushed open the door of the study, and stared silently at the open-eyed bug cub in the cradle, then he closed the door very quickly, and stood outside the door for a while.

The cub has broken its shell.

The cub opened his eyes.

I am his father.

Mr. Walsh Jr. sorted out his thoughts calmly, and pushed open the door of the study with his chest up and his head up. If you ignore his hands and feet and swollen nose and blue eyes, this must be a very dignified first meeting.

Little Walsh and Zong Zai stared at each other with wide eyes, and with their faces paralyzed, they dryly squeezed out an opening sentence: "Hello."

Cub: "..."

It took Walsh a lot of energy to raise the cubs, but with facial paralysis and indifference, he didn't know how to express various emotions properly, so Mr. Walsh one day discovered that the cubs also had a tendency to develop facial paralysis.

He has a plan.

"Teacher, why do we read Biology Encyclopedia?"

The male worm pushed the frame, and there were no early education books. Among all kinds of boring books, it seemed that only Biology Encyclopedia was more suitable for worm cubs.

"See this threaded horse?" the male asked.

"I see." The cub was very obedient, and he read the threaded horse's entry sternly. The male waited until the cub finished reading, patted his little head approvingly, and said, "Laugh like it once."

Cub: "..."

It seems that there may be some problems with Mr. Walsh Jr.'s education.

The author has something to say:

The author of the sand sculpture wrote the egg, can the matter of the egg be considered a side story?Definitely not _(:3」ㄥ)_, save the text and update it, the three-dimensional is busy these days~