Insect King's husband selection criteria

Every breeding season, Trebicia is overcrowded.

Among them, Central Park is the most important.

There is the king's back garden, and there is a grove of honey fruit in it.

Soap bubbles as big as the roof are squeezed, blocking every plump fruit tree.The branches are covered with head-sized golden candied fruit, ripening to a tempting amber shell of sugar.

This is the king's food, ordinary insects are not allowed to smell even the fruity scent.

However, there are layers of soap bubbles, and there is still a honey-sweet aroma, which makes the bugs huddle outside the fence and salivate.

Even the traffic passing by here has become slow.

"It's delicious."

In the cart of flowers dragged by a beetle, a skinny man let out an intoxicated sigh. His overly slender body leaned out of the cart, using both his mouth and nose, and took a sip of the aroma of the park like a dropper.

"It's delicious."

Xibai was so satisfied that his whole body went limp, and both tentacles drooped down.

"You can be careful."

A round fat man appeared next to him. He wore a bellyband-style flake shirt, and a pair of bright red elytra clasped on his back like a pot lid, like a ball with a red background and black spots.

The chubby man pulled Xibai Nan back into the truck, smiled obsequiously and rubbed his hands.

"You can smell it, the aroma of the honey fruit is unique, it cannot be copied, and there is absolutely no possibility of counterfeiting!"

Xichai Nan took out a green snuff bottle from his pocket, stuffed it into his nostril and took a deep breath.The strong grassy smell immediately dispelled the intoxication of the honey fruit.

"Ah!"

Xibai Nan rubbed his nose, his drooping tentacles slowly protruding.

"Indeed, it cannot be faked. It's a pity."

Hosobai looked at the park with nostalgia, and sighed.

"The king's eggs probably won't break their shells this year, and those insect servants with stones in their heads will destroy all these lovely fruits again."

"Who says it's not? It's clear that one honey fruit can make a hundred worms feel the supreme joy, but these worm waiters don't understand its value at all."

"Heh, you do understand. A 200 million Yebi, you are not afraid of dying."

The chubby man made a bitter face.

"Oh, this price is really not deceiving you. You also know that to pick fruit from under the eyes of the worm waiter, this is the job of tying the head to the belt. It took me seventeen men to go in to get this batch .Originally, I planned to stock up and wait for the price to rise. If it weren't for you..."

Hoshibao interrupted him.

"Okay. Money isn't an issue, but if you don't have as much stock as you claim, we 'liberals' are not to be trifled with."

"I know, I know, don't worry, everything is ready!"

·

That night.

In an abandoned factory building.

Hoshiba Nan arrived late with a man.

This man was tall and burly, wearing a tattered black blouse, with dull silver hair on his head like a chicken coop, covering most of his face, only showing a sharp jawline and a shiny face. lip.

The oil came from a pancake filled with so much stuffing that the man was eating it.

The chubby man quickly glanced at the silver-haired man, his gaze stayed on the suitcase in the other hand of the silver-haired man for a moment, and then he greeted Hoshiba-man with a happy face.

"You've come, look, the goods are here."

He pointed to an open wooden box, which was full of swelling soap bubbles, and a golden round fruit was wrapped in the soap bubbles.

It is honey fruit.

At the other end of the factory building, there are nearly a hundred identical wooden boxes piled up.

The tentacles of Mr. Xibai couldn't help trembling, he tilted his head and pointed in the direction of the silver-haired man, and said, "I brought all the money, let's inspect the goods first."

"Good good."

The chubby man hurriedly answered, and beckoned to the men guarding the box, and asked them to seal up the gaps between the doors and windows of the factory building.

After confirming that it was correct, the chubby man took a half-meter-long probe and stuck it into the soap bubbles of the box.

This is something for sampling. Originally, only a drop of fruit pulp could be extracted, but after the chubby man's probe pierced it, all the soap bubbles in the box burst "crackling".

In an instant, the rich honey fragrance gushed out, and the ecstasy-like taste immediately made Xichai Nan's legs go limp, and he sat down on the ground.

Oops.

"you……"

Hoshibai looked at the fat man in a daze, but he didn't expect him to attack so quickly.

The chubby man giggled, and pointed to his jagged tentacles, which were covered with a layer of film.

"The newly developed adhesion-type isolation fluid has a purification function even if it is inhaled, and it can last for half an hour-enough to send you to the end."

Xichai Nan's tongue also softened, and he mumbled harsh words.

"Do you know what happens when you offend the 'liberals'?"

The chubby man spat.

"Bah! What is 'freedom'? It's just a group of people who have forgotten their ancestors. They were born under the king's rule, but they still try to overthrow the king's position. You should be bitten to death by the worm servants!"

Xichai Nan sneered: "A honey thief like you is actually a believer in that dead egg?"

"It's two different things."

The chubby man pulled out the probe from the wooden box, and pressed the sharp needle against the man's throat.

"I'm for the king's rule, but I'm also against the waste of the worms.—Now, Mr. Liberal, go underground and kiss your mother."

"But my mother is still alive." Hoshibao suddenly raised his voice, "Zel Grey!"

The fat chubby was startled, and subconsciously looked back, he was so frightened that he lost his soul.

Behind him, the five subordinates who were originally healthy were all decapitated at this time.Light green blood was splashed all over the floor, and a piece of pancake that hadn't been eaten was soaked in the blood. The silver-haired man was bending down to pick it up, and it looked like he was planning to continue eating.

It's just that Hosobai's cry made the silver-haired man give up this action, and he looked back.

"No, it's impossible!"

The chubby man's face was pale, his tentacles trembling crazily, "How could he not be affected? He is, the insect servant?"

Mr. Xibai took out a green snuff bottle and took a sip, then laughed.

"He, it's just a waste bug. Even if you stuff the pheromone of the bee queen into his mouth, he won't react in the slightest."

"Waste? Impossible!"

The chubby man knew that his time was approaching, so he became hysterical, "The useless bugs are all soft, how could it be so..."

Snapped.

The silver-haired man suddenly appeared in front of the chubby man, pressed his rough palm on the chubby man's face, then pinched the chubby man's head like pulling a carrot and lifted him up.

Ho--!

The chubby man was hung in the air, his neck was almost broken.He quickly spread his elytra and quickly flapped his hind wings, but he couldn't escape the silver-haired man's grip.

Hososhiba stood up, and the situation was reversed.

"Yeah, worms are softies. But Zelgrey is a monster."

Xibainan bent down and picked up the candied fruit in the wooden box, but the texture in his hand was soft silicone.

"Tsk."

A row of jagged teeth appeared on his arm, tearing the outer silicone layer, revealing the real honey fruit inside—a green fruit the size of a baby's fist, a defective product that was picked before it was ripe.

Mr. Xi Chai tore off a piece of silicone and sniffed it. There was still a residual honey fruit aroma on it, but it was very faint.

"Honeyfruit essential oil, although it is an inferior product, it means that you do have something in your hand. —Zelgrey, tear off his wings."

"No, no! Ah!!"

Egg-yellow blood splashed from the base of the broken wing, and the severe pain turned the chubby man back into the prototype of a bug—a ladybug.

boom.

The silver-haired man threw away the ladybug in his hand, casually wiped the blood off his hands on the blouse, then turned and walked out.

"where are you going?"

Hoshibao asked.

The silver-haired man didn't look back, his voice was low and without any emotion: "Buy food."

Gee.

Xichai Nan was stunned, muttered "starved to death", and then squatted down in front of the wailing fat man with a smile.

...

Outside the door, the silver-haired man left the factory building and found the stall where he bought filling cakes.

The stall owner was impressed by him and showed a surprised expression.

"Have you finished eating?"

The silver-haired man didn't answer. He put a 50-yuan note on the stall and said, "Here's the same one."

The stall owner responded with a smile, and was about to tease a few words, but suddenly caught a glimpse of an egg-yellow wet mark on the banknote.

is blood.

At the same time, he noticed that the man's black blouse also exuded a strong smell of blood.

The stall owner's smile suddenly froze on his face, and the elytra on his back made a "click" friction sound due to nervousness.

He didn't dare to ask, and quickly made a huge filling pie, which contained more fillings than the previous one.

The silver-haired man took the pancake and took a big bite, chewing, turned and walked back to the alley.

There was a messy movement behind him, the stall owner was packing up his things in a hurry.

Back at the gate of the factory building, there was only half of the pancakes in the man's hand, and there was no movement in the factory building, probably because the interrogation was over.

The silver-haired man didn't go in, he stood outside the door enjoying a hot dinner.

It smells good.

The man stopped chewing suddenly, and he held the pancake under his nose suspiciously and sniffed it.

That's not it.

He put down the pancakes, raised his head and sniffed the air again.

A strange sweet smell lingered, it was indescribable, but within a thousandth of a millisecond, the silver-haired man's hunger was stimulated to the deepest position.

It smells good.

In contrast, the fresh and salty heat of filling cakes becomes inferior, and the soft food in the mouth becomes rough and scratches the throat.

There is such a taste.

wow.

The factory door was pushed open, and Mr. Xi Chai came out, rubbing the sticky blood on the soles of his shoes on the grass at the door.

"Go and carry the box, let's go to 'Daze Township', the goods are there."

"..."

"Zelgrey, I'm talking to you."

The silver-haired man turned around and asked him, "What's the smell?"

"what?"

"Aroma. Very fragrant."

"You mean honey fruit? Why, you, a useless worm, can smell this scent?"

"Not fruit."

"What could be better than honey... Where are you going?"

The silver-haired man didn't answer, he was going to look for the aroma - he had a hunch that at the end of this aroma, there must be something more delicious than all the food he had eaten.

"Zelgrey!!"

Hosobai roared angrily, but the silver-haired man ignored him.

"Oh shit!"

Hoshibao took out a black round thing from his pocket, with three red buttons on it.Hoshibao pressed one of them.

Zi -.

Five meters away, a blue electric current suddenly shot out from the neck of the silver-haired man, and he immediately staggered to his knees, breathing heavily and terrifyingly.

"You have to use a whip to be obedient, why can't you learn to be obedient?"

Xibai Nan walked over and kicked the silver-haired man in the waist.

"Go inside and pick up the box, don't make me say it a third time."

The silver-haired man tilted his head slightly, revealing a black leather collar tied around his neck, and there was still a trace of unfinished electric current rolling on it.

When the current was exhausted, the man stood up bluntly and walked into the factory in silence.

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