Poisonous mushrooms

In a sense, the aesthetics of male insects towards female insects is deformed, which runs counter to the mainstream female insects.Most of the females belong to the fighting species. They think directly, express straightforwardly, and have a single idea, while the females who are not fighting species are often too lazy to bother with the males. Their status in the Zerg society is hard-won. Make them care about themselves over males.

And what about most males?They hope that their females are empathetic, that they can submit to them without their pheromones, a completely psychological love, rather than an instinctive desire to reproduce.

No one can tell whether this is progress or regression.

And Yrel is obviously different, he doesn't have such complicated thoughts, he likes whoever makes him happy, this liking is extremely shallow, but it is real for females.

But Brad didn't know this. His genetic level was high, but it also made his male-typical thoughts stronger than other males.He longs for a soul mate, but each of his mates is matched, based on his genetic rank and good aristocratic birth.

This is really ridiculous to him, and as a noble Zerg, he is also a tool of the family, and he is not even qualified to spoil a low-level female.

To be honest, at first he saw Hills as aloof, but soon he was overwhelmed by Hills' tenderness for Yrel.He couldn't imagine that a female would be so affectionate to him, every one of his males came just to mate, and after the matter was over, his emotions collapsed, and those stupid fighting species would just be silent.

Of course, he admitted that he didn't do enough, but wasn't it enough that he was willing to mate?

Brad is narrow-minded and vengeful. He still remembers the incident when Ann Locke rejected him but followed Yrel.

He didn't need to care about Yrel at all, but he did feel a little offended at this moment.

He is the male with the highest genetic level, how can others get what he can't get?

Hills felt Brad's vague gaze, so he glanced at Brad with some vigilance, but Yrel's attention was not on it at all, he was attracted by another male.

Yes, that's right, it's a male, an artistic male with a gene level of B, named Saychel.

Saychel is a rare artistic male. This type of Zerg is almost extinct in the entire Zerg society, because during the long-term cosmic aggression war, the fighting species has become the mainstream.

The artistic type is already a very small species among the females, and the males are naturally almost extinct.

Saichel's racial talent is music and dancing, which made him a superstar in the entire Zerg society. Although he is a B-level male, he has a status no less than that of an A-level male.During this party, he performed on stage as usual, sang a difficult song and danced.

His limbs are slender and powerful, and he looks like a fantasy when he dances. The gorgeous and complicated decorations on his body do not seem obtrusive at all. With his movements flying, the beauty is enough to make the insects lose their minds.

However, this kind of beauty cannot completely impress the females, after all, they do not have such a high aesthetic, which is not as effective as pheromones for females.

As Thatcher came down, his female presented him with a bouquet of crystal flowers.

Yrel was not the first to see Saichel, he had seen this male bug on the Internet and on TV, but he had a bad memory and couldn't always remember who that beautiful dancer was.

Although he is a bit dull, his brain is not flexible, and he has no talent, but his intuition is keen.He can fully receive the concept of beauty, and fully understand the emotions that music and dance want to convey, which can make his dull and shallow emotions resonate more strongly.

"It's so beautiful." Yrel sighed unconsciously, touching her leg, "I want to dance too."

He just sighed casually, but Hills said to him: "Actually, it is also possible. Do you need to customize a pair of mechanical prosthetics? Or do you prefer other materials."

Hills also asked Yrel about this before, but Yrel refused at that time, and never mentioned it again.

Yrel hadn't recovered yet, his eyes followed Sai Qier, and he suddenly asked irrelevantly: "Can I kiss him? Is he a female or a male?"

Hills instantly became alert.

He knew Yriel well. Yriel couldn't distinguish between female and male insects, but he was obsessed with all good-looking things, and he had made some jokes before.

"It's a male, you can't kiss." He said immediately.

Yrel's pheromone has been released unconsciously, the peppermint top note is slightly bitter, and Hills also feels a little bitter in his heart.

Therefore, it is not completely unreasonable for him to keep Yrel at home, but he really has no way to guarantee that giving Yrel freedom will not cause more trouble.

Fortunately, Yrel didn't have a deep obsession, he was just a little disappointed, and then he started to wander again, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Brad came over at this time. He saw Yrel's obsession just now, so he carefully found the topic and asked, "Do you like music and dancing?"

Yrel replied slowly: "Huh?"

Before his mind turned around, his thoughts just now went back, and he was thinking about what material his legs should be made of.

Brad has his basic information, and now knows that he has some problems, so he showed full patience and asked the question again.

Yrel came back to his senses and nodded with certainty.

His definition of liking has always been broad, and this answer is a natural one.

Brad smiled and said, "All males will learn some of these things. If you want to learn, you can come to me."

"Why did I ask you?" Yrel followed up with his question at this time, he concentrated a little, but began to drill into strange points, "Can't I learn by myself?"

Brad felt the familiar choking sensation again.

"I could have found a better teacher," he said.

"Then can he teach me?" Yrel pointed to Sechel not far away.

Brad laughed and said, "Then you have to talk to him yourself, and he can teach you, but you may need to pay a little price."

"What is the price?" Yrel asked him seriously.

"He likes to touch other people's females. You can let him use your females, and he will be willing to teach you." Brad still had a smile on his face, and his words were soft, but the words he said seemed to be tempered. poison.

He wasn't lying, but what he wanted was to keep Yrel from any love.

Hills thought he was targeting Yrel's appearance, but he didn't expect him to say such a thing.

Involving himself, his eyes on Brad became cold instantly.