Be a fan of all insects in the Middle Ages [Zerg]

Maliciousness emerged when he was on the verge of death, and the returning dark red mental power followed his thoughts and condensed into a "blood blade" that cut and restrained his breathing.

The fishy liquid penetrated into the lips and teeth, and when the tip of the tongue opened, He Liang woke up from the dazed state, and his eyes were full of scarlet insects...

The severed hand on the ground twitched slightly due to a nerve reflex, blood spots splashed onto the drawing paper, and the trajectory extended to the tall and thin young man who had fallen by the wall.

The pure white uniform was stained with the color of killing, blood was smeared in his left eye, he stared at his severed hand without blinking, his eyes were full of disbelief.

He Liang stepped on the drawing paper and approached Weisen. Every time he swallowed, his throat felt a hoarse pain, and the mental power that had just returned froze again, which was very in line with the system's style.

The gushing blood was stopped by Wesen, and He Liang breathed a sigh of relief, and stopped in front of the stagnant male.

He is not willing to end a fresh life, even though the bug in front of him is a lunatic.

"Weixin, you have also seen that I am not powerless to resist. Next time, the blade will be aimed at your fragile throat." The hoarse voice implied a warning.

Weisen raised his head, the physiological tears in his left eye were bloody, and the whiteness in his right eye was bloodshot. He looked like a ghost who escaped from purgatory, "What did you use?"

He Liang looked at him with lowered eyes, pretending that his strength was still there, "You can't even see my movements clearly, you don't deserve to see my weapons."

Wei Sen narrowed his eyes, his face was so pale that he seemed to be able to pass right away.

The next moment, he heard the male worm say: "You took me to experience the despair of dying, and I will cut off your hand, so it's even, Weisen." In the attitude of a winner.

The delicate black leather shoes in the field of vision turn around, the shadows covering them are removed, the male insects are stepping on the sloppy drawing paper, the light shirt on the back is still so white and clean, it is tucked into the waistband of the belted trousers, through the light, it can be seen faintly His waistline, like a hidden hunter, reveals his strength in a low-key manner...

After accepting Mori's "teaching", Heti couldn't wait to go back to the villa, and he was still indulging in He Liang's rare tenderness.

When the door was about to be opened, Heti paused, and he knocked tentatively, "I... am back."

A moment later, the door in front of him opened automatically, and a familiar face flashed by. Before he could see clearly, he crashed into a warm embrace, and pushed his obedient waist closer with a gentle force.

Heti's body was stiff, and Ren Xiongchong put his head lightly on his shoulder, breathing close to his ears. This was an extremely intimate posture that had never been seen before. He gently and slowly embraced Heti. cold.

"I miss you." Her voice was hoarse and deep.

Hetty pressed her Adam's apple unconsciously, and her voice became stagnant, "I... miss you too."

The blood surged up quickly, and the face seemed to be steaming with it.

The touch on the waist moved to the hands, becoming warm and delicate. He Liang turned his head and pulled him into the room.

The curtains have long been changed to a dark color that males like, and when the lights are not turned on, the room is very dark.

As soon as Hetty's hand touched the switch, it was stopped by the male insect, and the slender fingers passed through his fingers. He was pulled by that force to face He Liang, and the other hand that was clasped also changed. became the same action.

It was only then that Heti realized that He Liang had changed into an off-white long gown with a tall collar, her thin lips curled up nicely, her deep eyebrows were softened, her black eyes were full of affection, restrained and seductive...

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..." He seemed to hear the sound of his heart sinking.

He stared at the face full of tenderness for a moment, his blue eyes gradually dimmed.

He was dragged step by step by the male as if bewitched, and their legs interacted tacitly...

The field of vision was flipped, and Heti fell due to gravity, and stagnated when the tip of his nose touched. His breath was filled with the good smell of the other party, and the heat on his face seemed to penetrate into the male's skin.

Look, they fit so well... even the facial features when they fell down can match.

The touch on the hand left, and before Heti could lose it, a gentle force was pushed forward by the back of her head...

The male's words overflowed from their lips, "Close your eyes, relax..."

His tone was as gentle as his touch.

Hetty closed his eyes, and his other senses were magnified. He noticed a heart beating as powerfully as his, and the male licked it lightly, taking care of it as if it were some fragile object.

He didn't understand the male worm's unexpected initiative, but he was very happy, it seemed that even if the male worm wanted a sub-female...he could immediately agree...

The male's breathing became rapid and his movements became rough.

Their positions were switched, and Hetty endured the madness in his mouth, catering to him from time to time...

Even if this is a dream, he is willing to drown in fantasy.

Hetty didn't realize the two barriers on his body until the softness on his lips left. He didn't know when...

Hetty squeezed the troubled hand, "Now...can't." Her voice was hoarse and low, revealing a forbearance that Jinjiang would not allow to write.

He Liang paused slightly, the face of the army female under her was flushed, and she looked at him resolutely.

He put his ear close to the beating place, "Hetty, I want to be one with you...obviously, you want to too."

He still remembered what Wesson said, if Hetty really treats that doll..., then, with the heat all over his cheeks again, it's not impossible for him to "go to battle in person".

Heti's blocking power was very small, and He Liang could easily pull out his hand, groping...

"...Is it really not possible?" He pressed his throat and asked.

The male's short hair rolled over Hetty's chest, causing a burst of inexplicable dryness. He blushed and put it on the male's shoulder in a daze, "Dr. Klass said, your situation may not be suitable... Exposure to female hormones..."

His ending sound is getting lower and lower, the meaning is already obvious.

He Liang's movements froze, and after he gradually remembered who Dr. Klass was, he wanted to greet Neil's eighteenth generation ancestors, but this was the last step!

He looked up at Hetty, and asked in a low voice, "Cough... don't you have a 'little umbrella' at home?"

Heti was cautious, "What?"

The heat on his face seemed to be burning, and He Liang coughed dryly, "It's just...it's raining, and the flowers and plants need to be protected, otherwise they will..."

Seeing Heti's increasingly confused eyes, he suddenly remembered that the teacher never mentioned "little umbrella" when he was studying physiology on Urto.

So, Zerg doesn't have that?

He Liang once again greeted Nair's eighteenth generation ancestors in his heart. What kind of broken transformation is this, and what is the difference between having him sterilized?

"If you need... I can do it for you..." Heti was dumbfounded, her face flushed to the same color as He Liang, they looked at each other, and He Liang strangely understood what Jun Nu meant.

The "guts" just shrunk in an instant, and He Liang stammered and left a sentence: "No...no need!"

After the words fell, he turned his head and wanted to leave, the long sleeves were pulled, and the neckline was open.

Heti's embarrassment came to an abrupt end when he caught the bruise on the male's neck.

He got up and grabbed He Liang who was fleeing, and opened his collar. The large bruise made Heti's eyes sink, "Who did it?...Wesen?"

Heti's voice was condensed, and the cowardly young man in his memory could actually target He Liang with killing intent, which he never expected.

He Liang gently pushed Jun Nu's hand away, and the bruising of the horrified insect was covered again, "I also broke one of his hands, and it's almost evened..."

That is obviously the color that can only be squeezed out with the strength to kill insects.

You Lan was stained with ink, and He Liang was cautious, "I'm really okay..."

After all, Wei Sen may be expelled from Senaton Military Academy, which seems to be worse than him...

"Mr. Neil, there are bugs looking for you." The waiter's message sounded, with an accent unique to Asara bugs.

Nell pressed the communicator, "Let him in."

He was lying on the sofa, outside the glass wall was the azure swimming pool, and Qu Sheng was swimming in the water like a fish.

After a long while, a tall and thin figure appeared. The male was wearing a windbreaker with his hands in the sleeves. He walked around the swimming pool. Even the sun could not dispel the gloom around him.

Nair heard Qu Sheng greet the male with a cheerful tone, the male showed contempt and walked straight towards him...

It was only when Nair smelled the thin pheromones in the air that it was that plate of unpalatable... cilantro.

"Your Excellency, are the wings still satisfactory?" He never hesitated to show a smile to any bug.

Wesson sat down opposite him, with a bloodless arc on his lips, "Not bad, Mr. Neil."

"You seem weak... Is there something wrong with Wing?" Neil was still reclining, he hated cilantro.

"As you said at the beginning, I can bear it." Wissen paused, "But I want to know, is there any way for Mr. Neil to make a bug that has lost its arms or legs... have it again?"

Nair raised his eyebrows and moved the tip of his nose slightly. After catching another breath, his smile widened, "This, of course."

Weisen raised his right hand, his wrist was wrapped with thick gauze, and it passed through the fingers, and the five fingers showed a ferocious pinching posture, and the exposed part was lifeless.

Those small eyes stared straight at Nair, usually bluish white with crazy red.

"You can have anything you want, Mr. Neil."

Nair smiled gently, "I've always been lenient towards the worms I've worked with... But the severed hand of Mr. Wesson is no longer usable... I will find you a new left hand."

The corners of Wesson's mouth parted, showing a sincere smile, "I owe you a favor, Mr. Neil... But, it's the right hand." He corrected.

Neil's brows were curved, "I'd be happy to help you...but I want to know, who did this...?"

Apart from that piece of snack and Hetty, Neil couldn't think of anyone else who could break Wesson's hand.

The answer was as he expected, "He Liang." There was no hatred in Wei Sen's eyes, and his tone was intimate, as if he was calling the name of a love bug.

"Unfortunately, I didn't see his weapon clearly, but judging from the cut on the hand, it must be a beautiful sharp knife."

He untied the wrapped gauze with his good left hand, his hanging right hand was loose, and fell to the ground after being unable to support it, revealing a flat incision...

Neil frowned slightly, the floor was dirty.

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