Poisonous mushrooms

"What do you think... What do you want to answer?" Yrel asked back.

An Luoke froze for a moment, and then replied with some helplessness: "That is to say, do you like him?"

Yrel thought about it carefully.

In fact, he didn't quite understand the meaning of liking, but he had a good impression of Hills, and he still remembered what Hills said to him before going out.

So he said, "I like Sears."

An Luoke felt that he had been hit, and his heart felt a phantom-like pain. He felt as if he was jealous of the female of the inferior star field.

Yrel has a natural sensitivity to other people's emotions. He knows that Anlok seems to be sad. Although he doesn't know the reason, he has his own set of complete methods on how to coax females.

First, he showed a smile, then patted the female holding his hand, and said, "Of course, I also like An Luoke very much."

An Luok knew that this was just meaningless comfort, but his mood inevitably improved. Of course, this was most likely due to the effect of male pheromones.

The results of the specific identification of pheromones will probably come out later, but he can't wait to know what's wrong with Yrel's pheromones.This is not only from the curiosity of a scholar, but also because if there is something wrong with Yriel's pheromone, it is more likely that he, who was induced to estrus at the first meeting, will succeed in applying for a spouse.

He has to admit that instinct is a very magical thing. It is not impossible to restrain it, but it is always happy when it is not restrained.

Yriel's mind was no longer here. He almost looked at the resting flowers and plants. At this time, he became interested in the garden outside the window again, so he asked, "Can I go out and have a look?"

"Of course." An Luoke didn't think about anything else, pressed the control panel of his wheelchair, and asked, "Where do you want to go?"

"I want to see the door I saw when I came in." Yrel gestured, feeling new troubles about how to describe it.

Fortunately, An Locke understood what he meant, and led him out of the lounge and to the gate.

The flower vine gate of the research institute is very tall, and An Luoke brought Yrel at the door without affecting the entrance and exit, and Yrel was wholeheartedly looking for the most beautiful flower on the flower vine.

In fact, there is no comparison. In An Luoke's eyes, these flowers are only surprised by the survival time.What's more, Yrel can't concentrate even if he puts his heart and soul into it. He always looks at one flower and forgets what he was looking at the last one, but because of this, he never gets tired of it, and repeatedly grabs the flower vine to look at it like a child.

He didn't actually bother the other worms, but as luck would have it, a male worm came to the institute for a routine inspection today, and it was the one who caused Anlock's stress rejection reaction, named Brad.

Brad saw An Locke at a glance, because it is rare for female insects to look as delicate as An Locke, which does not conform to the public's aesthetics of female insects.According to mainstream aesthetics, female insects should be physically strong, handsome and sharp, rather than delicate and gentle, but Brad's aesthetics are more inclined to this kind.

He had deliberately seduced An Luoke at the beginning, but the final failure was a great shame to him, after all, he was the only S-rank male.Now that he saw An Luoke following another male, his reluctance came to the fore. After all, if it weren't for the tendency to establish a relationship, females would generally keep a distance from males.

It's just a female, why can't I get it, other males can.

What's more, he can naturally see that Yrel is a male with a genetic defect. According to the technology tree of the Zerg, general diseases can be cured, and there are very few bugs that still need to sit in a wheelchair.

Brad thought for a while, walked over, smiled, and said to Yrel, "Are you the new male?"

Yrel didn't notice him, he was still counting his tweeds.

What's more, he thought he didn't know anyone, and he wasn't keen on getting to know others. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been imprisoned by Hills for more than a year, so he didn't think about anyone saying hello to him at all.

Brad couldn't hold back his smile.

An Locke smiled unceremoniously, then restored his superficial gentleness, and asked politely, "His Royal Highness, what can I do for you?"

"I just want to meet a new friend." Brad couldn't help looking at his beautiful and delicate face, and then retracted his gaze as if covering up, pretending to be generous and authentic, "Can't he hear it? Really Pitiful."

At this time, Yrel's distracted attention returned, and she answered slowly subconsciously: "All I can hear is... are you calling me just now?"

Brad couldn't keep his smile, he said angrily, "What? Are you provoking me?"

Yrel didn't know how this was linked to provocation. He felt that the male was a bit strange, so he looked at him and then at An Locke, feeling that it had nothing to do with him, so he drew his attention back.

Brad discovers this and is badly offended.

He came here because he hated An Luoke, and he didn't want to fight this low-level bug, and there was obviously something wrong with this guy, so it was a waste of effort to be serious.

He took a deep breath, decided to act according to his own ideas, and then said: "Of course I am saying hello to you, how could I take the initiative to approach some female insect. What is your genetic level? A male insect can have multiple Females, do you want me to introduce some excellent females to you?"

Yrel was not used to hearing such a long string of words, so only the last sentence remained in his mind.

He straightened his face, looked at Brad again, and said slowly, "No."

"Why? I know a lot of excellent females." Brad was very happy that he took care of himself. He secretly glanced at An Luoke from the corner of his eyes, then pulled the female who followed him forward, and said proudly: "Look , my new favorite, he is a military female, but he is super gentle."

It's better than a female like An Luke who puts the beetle to scratch him for the first time when they meet, he secretly added in his heart, but it looks gentle on the surface.

Yrel looked at him inexplicably. Although he thought slowly, he was not mentally retarded. Relying on his natural sensitivity to emotions, he probably knew what Brad meant and what he wanted to do.

But he didn't understand.

Yrel asked him seriously: "Won't that be very tiring?"

He was exhausted from dealing with Hills before, and every time he got up from the bed, he wanted to eat a lot.

Brad's expression froze, and then he heard the white-haired male opposite clap his hands, and said innocently like a child: "Wow, you are really amazing."

To be honest, isn't this really mocking him?