Shocked! I write articles to survive among the interstellar Zerg

Han Ling's post, as he expected, soon received a large number of female replies.

Many readers came over with knives in hand.

——Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Dead author! How dare you post a video of such a knife!

——Reveal the address and I want to challenge you offline!

——It’s too sharp! Too sharp! I cried for the first time!

——Author, thank you for the song you wrote for our caterpillars!

……

After building countless stories in the comment section, someone finally took a look at the title.

--What's this? Why did Tun Feng Kiss Rain suddenly become a god?

——I don’t know, but I want to ask, is this sentence true or false? If it is true, I would like to make a wish to date Mr. Male Insect!

——Author Look at me, I make a wish, I just want an ur card! I want all five of you, qiuqiu!

——Please give me an SSR card! I don’t want ur, I’m not greedy!

——Six yuan and four cents is a bit low, can you give me 648?

——I don’t want anything now, I just want credits! I want to draw a card! !

The message that followed was somewhat unexpected.

Not many people mentioned Mr. Male Worm, everyone was distracted by the cards in the game.

To them, Lord Male Insect is illusory.

But if you draw the card, you can immediately enter the plot.

Han Ling couldn't see the comments and could only listen to the system's narration.

After listening for a while, Han Ling waved his hand:

"I won't listen to it for now. I have some inspiration now. I'll write a book first.

As for the post, no one is talking about the main topic now. After I land, I will look at the high praise comments and that will be wonderful! "

The interstellar journey was too boring, so after Han Ling figured out "Adventures in Dreams", he was bursting with inspiration.

He immediately turned on his optical brain and started coding, preparing to write "Go!" The follow-up plot of "The Top Male Insect".

Now, Han Ling has completed 1/3 of the game's script.

He plans to complete the remaining 2/3 on the road.

At this time, there was still one month left before he arrived at Planet Afro.

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Freville Star.

The headquarters of the Fifth Guards Corps.

Lieutenant Bart was looking down at the optical brain. His short dark brown hair was all combed back, with a strand falling in front of his eyes.

He blew his hair and seriously left his wish below the post:

[I hope to have a happy date with Mr. Male Insect. 】

After leaving the message, Bart looked at the time and saw that the break time had passed and they were about to resume patrolling.

He put his finger between his lips and made a sharp whistle, waking up the surrounding players.

"It's break time? Let me sleep for another ten minutes."

"Are we gathering again? I feel like I just fell asleep."

Continuous duty makes every military female in the team a little tired.

Including today, they have been patrolling for 300 consecutive days.

They are not made of steel. Their long-term nervous tension and fragmented sleeping patterns make many military women feel miserable.

Star Wars stipulates that military females can only rest for one day per year.

During the rest of the time, duty rotation, duty, training, and patrol are all indispensable.

Bart clapped his hands;

"Okay, complete the assembly within ten seconds! Just talk about what you just said in our team, but don't spread it out. Otherwise, we will all be punished together!"

Interstellar alien beasts belong to the dark matter universe and cannot be detected.

These patrol teams are the first-level alerts on the resource planet, and they have heavy responsibilities.

After the team is assembled.

Bart spread his wings and flew directly to the north with his team.

……

When the patrol was completed, it was already late at night.

The military females greeted each other and dragged their tired bodies back to their own houses.

Bart wandered back to his room.

He didn't remember how he got in, but after entering, Bart still stretched his hands behind his back out of habit.

From the neck, find the combat uniform interface and slide it all the way down.

The zipper of the combat uniform was unzipped, and Bart grabbed the clothes on his shoulders and pulled them to the side.

Suddenly, a strange voice appeared in his ears.

"Brother, why are your chest muscles so developed?"

Bart's sleepiness suddenly disappeared.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the surrounding scenery dispersed like clouds and disappeared.

It turns out it was just a dream.

He was so tired that he took off his combat uniform down to his forearms, then fell on the bed and fell asleep.

Bart threw his clothes to the ground, his chest and abdominal muscles clearly on display.

He looked around cautiously and breathed a sigh of relief when he found no one there.

"I've been too nervous lately. Go to bed early today and get some more rest."

After muttering to himself, he walked into the bathroom and quickly rinsed the sweat off his body.

After the scare just now, he was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

After washing, he quickly dried his body and lay down on the bed.

This time, he slept peacefully until dawn.

The next day, early in the morning.

Bart summoned the team members full of energy and started the day's morning training.

On the training ground in the early morning, rows of military females stood together.

They are muscular and erect.

Their tall bodies, slender waists and long legs make their body proportions close to perfect.

Just standing there, the military women looked like carefully carved sculptures of male gods.

Bart looked at the team members who were warming up and scanned their figures. In his mind, he unconsciously thought of the fleeting dream last night.

He first glanced at team member Avery's chest muscles, and then looked down at his own.

It seems like there is no difference?

Bart straightened his chest, and after careful observation, he came to the conclusion that his chest muscles were indeed more developed.

The bug that praised him was quite discerning.

Suddenly, Bart's face froze.

Bug shit! Why did the female praise him? Could it be that what he dreamed about yesterday was Mr. Male Insect?

Can't go wrong!

It must be Mr. Male Insect!

He actually dreamed that the male insect was praising his figure!

Bart was belatedly aware of the situation, and felt a little distracted for the rest of the day.

He was running through assumptions in his mind.

If he hadn't woken up yesterday, what would have happened in his dream with you?

He boldly thought of several postures.

Bart originally wanted to share this matter with his team member Avery and discuss it with him.

But before speaking, he gave up the idea.

It's just a nihilistic dream. It would be too foolish to discuss it in a big way.

At night, it was time for the team to disband.

Avery patted Bart on the shoulder.

"Captain, what's wrong? I feel like you have no energy all day long."

Bart shook his head:

"It's nothing, go back and rest, I'm just a little tired."

Avery shrugged:

"Okay, then I'll go back. Tell me if you have anything. If you want to top up the game but don't have enough credits, I can lend you some money."

Bart was successfully amused by this sentence and pushed his shoulder:

"Don't worry, I won't be polite to you if you are short of money."

After returning home with worries, Bart took a special look in the mirror while taking a shower.

"Oh, it's such a pity that no male lord can appreciate my perfect figure!"

After drying the moisture on his body, he put a white bath towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door while humming.

But the scene outside the bathroom shocked him.

Gone are the simply furnished bedrooms.

Outside the bathroom door, there is a large piece of grass.

Flowers bloomed on the meadow, stretching all the way to the end.

At the end of the line of sight, there is an elegant dining table and two iron-shaped chairs.

There are many vines coiled around the fence of the chair.

Before Bart could be surprised, a figure appeared on one of the chairs.