Zerg: I ​​am the real white moonlight in the Zerg

Paten did not answer, but silently held Bai Meng in his arms.

Paten is actually very good at answering this kind of questions. Every female soldier who goes to the battlefield will entrust her suicide note to her most trusted comrade.

He had a small box, and in that box there were already nine hundred and seventy-three envelopes.

Every time, Paten answered the female soldiers with only two words.

Become stronger!

Only by becoming stronger can they protect their comrades on the battlefield, and only by becoming stronger can they live well for the dead insects.

But what about Bai Meng? Paten felt embarrassed.

Bai Meng is strong enough to protect the entire Lorraine Group.

Bai Meng is living a good life, or rather, he is living too well. Even Paten thinks that the current Bai Meng is the best Bai Meng.

The empire's preferential treatment of male insects also stems from their inherent weakness compared to female insects. In his opinion, what Bai Meng has done not only surpasses almost all male insects, but also most female insects.

So what should he say?

Paten sighed gently: "Sir, you can cry."

"I'm crying, Patern."

Patten patted him on the back: "I didn't hear you."

"I'm not a little bug. I've stopped crying a long time ago."

Bai Meng retorted, and Paten felt the wetness on his neck, and stayed with him quietly without saying anything else.

002 prepared the meal and hid in the kitchen without going out until Bai Meng shook her head and wiped her tears on Paten's shoulder: "Let's go, it's time for dinner, I can smell the fragrance."

"it is good."

At the dinner table, Bai Meng asked Paten: "Do you want to hear the story of me and Lorraine?"

"I'll listen to whatever you want to say."

"Forget it. I'm afraid you'll laugh at me." Bai Meng touched his nose, his eyes still slightly red.

Paten asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"When I was a kid, I was very naughty and always didn't like to eat. The food Lorraine cooked..." Bai Meng frowned, thinking of the nightmare when he was a kid: "It tasted terrible."

Paten picked up a piece of spicy meat with chopsticks and gave it to Bai Meng, and picked up the salted meat and put it in the bowl: "Do you miss the taste of that time?"

"You can tell me how to do it, or tell 002, and maybe I can try to make it for you."

"Uh... maybe not."

Bai Meng shook his head: "It's just some minced meat soup made from some mutated beasts that Lorraine caught from the forest."

Paten paused while eating and said with a sigh, "Sir, you are really easy to feed and have a lucky life."

Bai Meng buried his head in the bowl embarrassedly: "Thank you for the compliment, Paten."

This is probably a natural talent that Chinese people have, engraved in their souls.

Anything that doesn't kill me will make me stronger. It's just mutated meat, how can it compare to the poisonous mushrooms in Yunnan?

"Patern, when are we going to visit Mr. Keith?"

"Tomorrow," Paten said, "I want to borrow the genetic identification equipment in the manor afterwards."

Bai Meng nodded: "I was just about to tell you, I have to go to the manor to observe the four out-of-control female insects. Asgard is also there. I'll take you to meet him?"

"Okay." Paten nodded.

In the distant Satan galaxy, there is a bug who is feeling sorry for his wallet.

"Robbery! This is clearly robbery! How can it be so expensive to go directly from the Imperial Star to Satan? Doesn't the Sixth Legion stationed here care about it?"

Mo Wen silently moved away from the yelling Lan Luo, feeling a little lost.

"I don't care!" Lan Luo grabbed Mo Wen's shoulder and said, "You must report to me when you get back and reimburse me!"

Mo Wen sighed: "I know, let go first."

"That's pretty much it."

Fortunately, the Satan Galaxy is in chaos, and those who come here are either smuggling contraband or escaping for their lives, so few bugs pay attention to the two bugs' strange attire.

It would be better to say that hiding one's head and tail is the norm in the Satan galaxy.

"This is not Satan's main planet. Be careful and don't cause trouble," Mo Wen warned. "We'll leave after we find something. Since Xiong Baohui can build a laboratory here, it can be called a local boss."

"The inter-insect relations in the Satan Galaxy are complicated. The Sixth Legion will not conflict with the local snakes here. Once discovered, you and I will face more than just the Xiong Bao Society."

"I know, I know. I'm not an inexperienced newbie."

Lan Luo asked him: "Where are we going?"

"You haven't read the information sent down from above?" Mo Wen was used to it. He was too lazy to listen to his excuses and led the way directly: "Follow me."

Lan Luo curled his lips: "You are here, so what if I am lazy?"

"Oh," Mo Wen sneered, "You're right. So what if I'm lazy and don't report?"

"You are treacherous!"

"You're lazy."

"Hmm? How come there are two evening primrose insects here?" A bug in a white robe suddenly appeared on the roadside without any warning, but none of the surrounding insects were attracted by this scene: "We have to report this to His Majesty."

The instructions the white-robed bug received were simple: "Follow them and check."

"I will obey your majesty's command."

The white-robed insect turned invisible and followed the two insects that were still quarreling. Mo Wen and Lan Luo looked at each other and simultaneously understood what the insects in front of them meant.

"One of them disappeared? Not good!"

"Give my regards to your grandfather Xiong!"

Lan Luo shot him in the heart, but after he dodged it, he fired several more shots.

Lan Luo snapped his fingers, and the bullet automatically turned and shot into the body of the white-robed insect.

"Don't you know that my bullets can turn? You fool."

"Get rid of it quickly and stop pretending."

Mo Wen appeared, with faint traces of blood on his black robe: "The ones following behind have also been dealt with. The Satan Galaxy is indeed worthy of its reputation."

"What are you afraid of? No insect dares to mess with the evening rosy flower."

Lan Luo took out a royal-style optical computer from the corpse on the ground: "Well, besides the palace, our old rival."

"Are they involved in the Xiongbao Society's experiments? I need to make a note of this."

Lan Luo looked up with interest and asked Mo Wen, "Do you think that male insect will confront the imperial palace?"

"I don't know." Mo Wen poured a cup of bone-eroding water, and the corpse evaporated without a trace in an instant. "I only know that if that's the case, then no matter if he is the king we are looking for or not, he will be our ally."

Lan Luo suddenly changed his expression, clapped his hands and stood up: "Interesting, interesting, the world outside is really interesting."

Mo Wen frowned and slapped him: "Luo Lan, go back, it's not time for you to come out yet."

"Tsk, you boring guy. It's a good thing that guy tolerates you. If I had, I would have killed you and found another partner."

Lan Luo shook his head: "Ah, what happened just now? Did I lose my memory again?"

"Well," Mo Wen continued to lead the way: "Let's go. We are still some distance away from our destination. We have to stay here for at least three days."

After dinner, Patten and Bai Meng went to the training ground and the other went to the laboratory. The two insects had a clear division of labor and did not feel uncomfortable at all as if they had only lived together for two days.

"Your Excellency, you should rest."

After the training, Paten used his brain to send a message to Bai Meng: "Early to bed and early to rise is good for your body. You haven't taken your calcium tablets yet. I still have to give you a massage."

Bai Meng came out of the laboratory three seconds later, feeling somewhat helpless: "Patern, you are just like another Lorraine now."

Paten raised his eyebrows: "Then I would feel very honored."

"No, no, no, my lady, I am wrong. I cannot regard you as my lady father."

"why?"

"Because you're more like a drill sergeant."

"Instructor?"

"Yes, instructor, the kind that will whip me with a whip."

"Sir, where did you learn that? The military only uses corporal punishment, not whipping."

"001 wrote this, it's a bit brain-wracking."

"...Then I suggest you clean up its database more."

001: ...Bad bug! Paten Master Bug! Bad bug! (??へ??╬)