After raising the only male insect in the whole interstellar

Ayixia enrolled in more than ten courses such as piano, ink painting, flower arrangement, tea art, cooking, philosophy, etc. The courses were full from morning to night. It is said that the first class almost smashed the teacher into the wall with a frying pan.

"You don't even know, he's wearing an apron hahahaha...the apron looks like, hahaha!"

The little boy was sitting on the iron seat in the cafeteria, out of breath from laughing, the yogurt cup in his hand was bumping, and accidentally splashed a few drops on his lips.

An Wan looked at him helplessly: "Don't move, it's all spilled."

As he spoke, he leaned closer, and the distance between the two became extremely close. Anzai shrank his neck subconsciously, and then he felt a strange touch on his lips, as if being passed by a micro-current, and he saw it before he had time to react. The breeder took back the finger that had wiped his lips, put it on his lips and licked it, and with a light flick of the pink tip of his tongue, white yogurt entered his mouth.

Thanks to the dynamic eyesight of the Zerg that disdains the universe, Anzai clearly saw and slowed down the whole process.

He saw that the breeder's fingertips were plump and round, like finely polished suet jade, and they looked very beautiful when stained with milk drops.Then that extremely beautiful finger was slowly retracted, the bright red lips were slightly opened, and the tip of the cute tongue was stretched out inch by inch, licking/licking off the white milk droplets that had touched her lips, and then retracted.The breeder smacked his mouth twice, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his blue eyes showed satisfaction.

Anzai's heartbeat suddenly exploded, as fast as a rocket jumping into the clouds, almost jumping out of his chest.Feeling the heat on his cheeks, he covered his blushing cheeks, and hurriedly held down Bundi's heart, not knowing which one to comfort first.

"What's wrong?" An Wan noticed his strangeness.

If Anzai had studied the nine-year compulsory education of human beings, he would have understood the idiom called palpitation, but he didn’t, so he wondered what happened to me and I also wanted to know.

Anzai looked up at the breeder who was a head taller than him, and for the first time in his life, he felt a strange but not bad emotion. He thought—comrade breeder’s fingers are so beautiful, and the way he licks them is even more beautiful. Don't you think it looks so good?I want to keep watching, and I want the breeder to praise me too.

"You're pretty too." An Wan rubbed the boy's golden hair, with a delicate expression, "My son, you look so much like me, I'm pretty because you're pretty."

The boy's hands are not wide, but the movement of touching his head brings special intimacy. Anzai's heartbeat is slightly disturbed, and he has no energy to distinguish whether he accidentally said it or the breeder used his ability to see his thoughts. None of these are important. , the important thing is:

"Not a son!" Anzai frowned, "The breeder is not a father."

And it wasn't this kind of boasting, it was that kind, that kind... Anzai didn't know how to describe it, and propped his chin with his hand in distress.

It's funny that little luobotou took the standard pose of a meditator, and An Wan couldn't help laughing out loud: "All right, all right, let me tell you about your seniority, call me brother."

Anzai shook his head: "The breeder is the breeder."

An Wan teased him pretending to sob: "I treat you like a family member, do you treat me like a meal ticket?"

"What meal ticket? The college uses the personal terminal card to buy daily necessities and utilities. Hey, I remember your name is An Wan, you are still alive!"

The conversation was cut off, An Wan turned around and saw an acquaintance: "My family?"

The baby face who spoke was none other than the young man from the An family who barely survived under Ayixia's hands for a few minutes yesterday.In terms of Ayisha's combat power, anyone who can survive three moves under his hands is not a weak person, not to mention that this baby face is only at the embryonic level, which shows how powerful its abilities are.

He seemed to be recovering well, and he was no longer as weak as he was dying yesterday. He should have used energy stones to replenish his over-consumed powers.

"It's me, it's me, my name is An Pao Pao, the bubble that blows Pao Pao." The boy smiled and showed his eight teeth.

An Paopao brought an iron dinner plate, which was full of all kinds of food. He sat across from An Wan and waved vigorously behind him: "Xuanzi, Master Mo, come here."

"It's you," the comatose young man came over with a plate after praying for Ann Wan yesterday. He was a little surprised to see Ann Wan sitting here eating well, but he was more relieved, "It's great that you are fine. .”

Seeing him, An Wan smiled sincerely and said, "Thank you yesterday, is that the ability of the prayer department?"

"That's right, Xuanzi's speech and spirit skills are amazing, and he is invincible at the same level!" An Paopao looked at the other person proudly, and slammed the table next to him, "Mo Shao, come here quickly, fight class in the afternoon If you don’t eat enough, you won’t be able to kill those bugs.”

The other person was the Alpha who stabbed the third-level worm in the chaos, but he didn't use his power at this time, and his pupils were ordinary black.

An Wan followed An Paopao's gaze and found that Young Master Mo had a cold expression on his face, as if he was not very happy to see him. He frowned and said, "Don't have anything to do with the Zerg."

It is worth noting that this Young Master Mo wears a leather rope necklace, a reddish brown leather rope, and a copper falcon pendant around his neck.An Wan narrowed her eyes, and quietly tucked her wrists into her sleeves.

——On his wrist, he wears a hair elastic band of the same style.

After finishing speaking, Young Master Mo turned around and left, going directly to other iron tables. Xuanzi smiled apologetically at An Wan: "Don't mind, he's a bit extreme. You just sit here, Pao Pao? Okay, then I'll accompany you Si."

"Go, go." An Bubble waved indifferently.

An Wan looked at the baby's face that was eating happily: "Aren't you going to sit with your friends? After all, I am the food reserve of the Zerg..."

An Paopao interrupted him with a look of shock: "Aren't we also friends? We have exchanged names, and you don't think of me as a friend?"

An Wan: ...

"That's not what it means..."

"That's fine," An Paopao continued to plan and eat with a grin. It can be seen that the sad and shocked expression just now was faked, "You don't care about Master Mo, he just has a dog temper. Hey, you know that the Zerg has a main battle Let’s host peace parties, humans also have them. Mo Shao is a complete war party, but he is useless in main battles, and he is not as tough as his own old man, so he was sent here as a diplomatic young man.”

The young man on the opposite side of the iron table spoke freely and moved freely. He really didn't feel like a stranger who had just met twice. An Wan also relaxed unconsciously. He could feel that the other party was not deliberately acting or scheming, but because of his nature, he was so easy-going by nature. Good friends.

An Wan asked, "Are you from the Peace Party?"

"Hey, that's right, I just hope that one day the big guys will stop fighting, but most people in the academy don't think so," An Bubble poked a sausage and pointed to the corner, "Mo Shao Let’s not talk about it, do you believe that even Xuanzi is leading the battle? He is an Omega.”

An Wan originally thought that the United Academy was full of people who hoped for friendly cooperation between the two sides, but now it seems that this is definitely not the case. Maybe the high-level human beings made this decision, so for the collective benefit, the major families must express their views and send The budding little guys came here to stand in line, but who knows what they think in private?

Just like yesterday, after the Blue Butterfly mentor blocked everyone's vision, that Young Master Mo used his supernatural ability to stab the third-level insect severely - An Wan could see clearly that the knife was originally aimed at the head. It's just that it was avoided by the vigilant third-level insects.

And the Vice-Principal Ashe who found her...

An Wan shook her head: "The two sides have forged too many blood feuds, it's not just letting go."

An Paopao drank a big mouthful of soup, ate the dates, and said vaguely: "When is the time for retribution, do I have to die? I can't beat it again." He spat out the date stones, and hated the iron and steel. Think about future generations? We are fighting to the death, and they don’t even have the chance to be born.”

Anzai, who had been listening, nodded vigorously: "Well said!"

Ann Bubble was happy: "Is this kid your brother?"

"is not it."

The two looked at each other, and Anzai muttered in a low voice, "It wasn't originally."

"But you look alike, come on, kids, eat cake," An Bubble pushed the cupcakes on his plate over, "What's your name? How old are you?"

Anzai rolled his eyes, very disdainful of this kind of teasing tone.

"It's Anzai." An Wan answered for him and ignored the age question.

Calculated that the egg age is 15 years, the hairball age is 3 months, and the human age is less than [-] days, no matter which one is not in line with his current appearance age, it is best not to introduce it.

An Paopao is not a person who likes to get to the bottom of the matter, and his thinking immediately jumped to other places: "I heard that Ayisha has entered the school. This is simply the most magical news I heard this semester! What's going on with him? Do you know? Is it true that you are a good man or do you want to... poach?"

The last probing question was clear, and An Wan didn't feel disgusted: "Be good, but you still have to be careful, after all, the Zerg are not normal."

Anzai pouted.

An Paopao didn't care about it: "That's good, that's good, you don't know, from yesterday to today our class has been fried, and some people use you as a pointer——, just, you don't mean to reserve food Well, never mind, they just owe you."

Anwan also knew what Babyface didn't say, and used him as a warning sign: if Ayisha ate him, it proved that the main battle bug still hadn't given up its habit of eating meat, and they were still in danger.

"Everyone is kind." An Paopao was afraid that the friend he had just made would be unhappy, so he quickly patched it up, "Look at Xuanzi, I almost passed away and gave you a big buff."

An Wan nodded reassuringly, expressing that she would not mind: "Xuanzi, what's his name? Word Lingshu sounds familiar."

"Yu Peixuan, the spirit of speech is famous. Have you ever heard of a master of speech and spirituality? The last galaxy-level supernatural being in human beings, the one who opened the crack of speech and spirituality-Xuanzi is his direct relative."

Master Yan Ling's words follow the law, which is a top-level ability of the prayer department. That day when Yu Peixuan said to him, "every danger is turned into good luck, and countless hardships are turned into blessings", An Wan seemed to have checked it out. Now It seems so.

He couldn't help turning his head to take a look. In the distance, Yu Peixuan was eating lunch quietly, listening to what Young Master Mo said, nodding from time to time, noticing his slightly apologetic jaw .

An Wan was a little puzzled: "Should the sons of heroes and martyrs be sent to such a dangerous place to 'show their attitude'?"

An Paopao sighed, staring at the vegetable stalks on the plate, and said: "You should have lived in Gemini since birth, so I don't know how chaotic the situation is on Orc Star. Everyone is too extreme. Yes, as long as there is a little spark, it will explode."

Anzai, who was sitting next to him, felt his heart skip a beat, thinking of Bai Hanyu who was going to start the war.

The author has something to say: "The sun was just right that day, and when the wind passed through his golden hair, I knew that there was no cure for this life."

——Excerpt from "Chronicle Gamma Corridor Chapter Autobiography of the Great"

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Manuscript box: Author, wake up!Come and see me, I'm—already—empty! ! !

Sitting up in a dying dream, it's time to code 0.0, otherwise there will be no food tomorrow!