After raising the only male insect in the whole interstellar

Energy stones are not easy to find. After all, it has been ten years since the fall of the enemy. The advanced energy stones installed on mechs and battleships have long been picked up. Only some energy-depleted wreckages can be searched. Scrape out a little bit.

An Wan remembered that at the place where she picked up F-level energy stones, there was a relatively complete military mecha. If it was still there, the body materials, buffers, and axles could be removed and sold for money. If you were lucky, you could buy it again. Find some energy stone fragments.

It's a pity that when An Wan found it, it was already empty, and it seemed that other scavengers had patronized it, so he had no choice but to pick up trash with a sigh.

"This chip is burnt and can't be used anymore." The black market appraiser threw back a ball of black steel wire in disgust.

"This is the core chip of M-99. It is equipped with the best military AI and operating system from ten years ago. Take a look, it is worth at least ten pieces." An Wan persevered in selling it.

The appraiser laughed angrily: "M-99, the best ten years ago! Ten years ago! If you can get the central chip of X-03, I will replace it if it burns out. This one won't work, it's not worth repairing."

"Can you get X-03 on Gemini? Isn't it unreasonable for you, and I will give you a steel plate for the receiving arm, how about it?"

"Forget it, forget it, I'm unlucky, and the three are collecting garbage."

"That won't work! At least eight pieces are needed, and I'll give you a steel plate for the receiving arm!"

"What do I want it for? Do you want to make mechas yourself? It's big and heavy, and it still takes up space in my store. Five, do you want it or not!"

"Boss, you may not know that I have a relationship with Third Brother..."

The white-haired cub quietly poked his head out of An Wan's messy blond hair, Doudou stared at the milky white nutrient solution under the counter, and swallowed.

It looked at the nutrient solution, then at the breeder who was exhausted, and focused on a bloody hole in his jaw - it was accidentally scratched when he got in and out of the garbage dump, and finally couldn't think about it. She tucked it into his pocket.

"Don't you want to eat?" An Wan moved the peeled nutrient solution over again in amazement, the little white hairball looked a little hesitant, stuck out her tongue and licked it quickly, then rolled into the teacup and buried herself in it.

An Wan persevered in chasing after her with the plastic tube: "No, I'm usually hungry enough to bite me at this point."

In the end, one-third of the soft nutrient solution was eaten by An Wan's soft and hard soak, and he sucked the remaining two-thirds by himself. Tamu showed Azai that the cub whose appetite had dropped suddenly must not be sick.

It was night, and the crimson satellite rose high into the night sky, dyeing everything under the night with a thin layer of dark red.

The white-haired ball Azai quietly came out of the bed. It first stared at the sleeping breeder for a few seconds, then leaned up to rub his chin, poked his lips with the tip of its tail, and played for a while before rolling away beside the bed.

Bai Tuanzi's hair was extremely soft and fluffy, so he jumped from the bed to the table without making the slightest sound.

It is very hungry, but it does not want to injure the breeder because of the food, so it is now trying to find a way to feed itself.

The biological instinct vaguely tells it that the liquid food in those plastic tubes can't satisfy it, and the real food... It doesn't know what the real food looks like, but it knows how to make that thing fall into the trap.

Small fur balls squeezed out of the slitted ventilation window and fell into the courtyard.The European Style Pavilion at night was not quiet, lingering groans echoed up and down in the small villa, and occasionally there were some extraordinarily intense voices.

The white fur ball is very talented in bouncing. It first jumped from the grass to the rattan hanging chair, and then jumped into the branch of the tree in the second stage, looking up at the sky.

The radiance of the red moon covered this soft and small creature with an unfathomable dark light. The whole fur ball seemed to have fallen into a pool of blood, and it was dyed strangely bright red.

The tip of its tail slowly turned from black to dark red, hanging under the branch and swaying carelessly, like a fishhook swinging in the wind.

With the shaking of the little tail, a ray of sweet and sour fragrance that is not detectable by humans drifts away with the wind.This time, it controlled the purity of the pheromone to a very low level to avoid attracting foods that were too powerful and could not be suppressed at present.

After waiting in the night wind for nearly a quarter of an hour, there was a sudden rustling sound in the landscape woods.

The white-haired cub turned his head vigilantly.

Before the creatures hidden in the woods had time to come out, a rush of eager, longing, and surrendered pheromones surged in, much more than the wisp from the white-haired cubs, like a dense fog invisible to the naked eye hit.The pheromone was so exciting that fireworks exploded in a small area in the fog, and they surged back and forth.

The fog group approached but timidly stopped, tentatively and cautiously extended a strand to the palm-sized fur ball on the tree, offered its strongest and most pious pheromone, and waited anxiously for inspection.

The white-fur ball cub sniffed, not very satisfied.

It tasted a cedar-flavored pheromone on the day it just broke its shell. It was cold and strong, and it made your index finger move; no matter how much it licked the rum pheromone two days ago, it was sweet at first, but its stamina was It's hot and spicy, with a special flavor.But the one in front of him has only a faint smell of sea salt, and the weak pheromone is the same as the opponent's strength, extremely weak.

But the white fur ball cub has no choice, it knows that neither the cedar nor the glass of rum is what it can control at present, so it can only sigh and accept the piece of sea salt.

The woods rustled, and a creature that looked like a human came out.

Guillotine-like steel wings, iron-whip-like scale tails, and densely packed small eyeballs moving dully in the eye sockets -- there is no doubt that this is a Zerg, a first-class bug.

This Zerg stood under the blood-red moonlight, with half of its face hidden in the shadow of the woods. If it was suddenly seen by passers-by, it would be terrified.

After all, no matter how weak the first-level worm is, it is also a zerg, and it doesn't even take ten seconds to tear Beta by hand.

However, this human-shaped murder weapon is very clever at this time, its steel wings are clinging to its back, like the hem of a gentleman's tuxedo, and its scaled tail subconsciously sweeps the ground, walking to the tree next to the rattan hanging chair with small steps , raising his head, offering his fragile neck and heart.

Satisfied with his docile and submissive attitude, the white-haired ball jumped down from the branch, and the first-level bug quickly reached out, caught it, and held it carefully and respectfully.After all, he is just a first-class worm with low emotion and IQ. Now that he holds this master in the palm of his hand, his heartbeat will inevitably speed up.His eyes were fixed on its slender tail without any concealment, and the greed and desire in his eyes rolled like waves.

The first-level worm suddenly got stuck.

He's come here by instinct, but what's next?He looked at the slender tail that was not as long as his finger, and then looked down at a certain part of himself, with a puzzled expression on his face, looking stupid... Isn't this too inappropriate?

But he still couldn't help it, the itch of scratching his heart and liver was almost tormenting this silly bug crazy, he couldn't wait to be "eaten", as for how to eat it?That's something the other party should consider!

The sharp claws of the first-level worm held the white-fur ball cub and sank down, eagerly approaching a certain part. Before the white-fur ball cub could react, it bumped into something hard and hot.

It was stunned for a moment, and then flew into a rage.

The tiny tail slammed up on the thing with shame, with full strength, the first-level worm knelt down on the ground with a whimper, and the attack on the key parts made him tremble with pain, even the white dumpling he held in his hand could not fell out.

He looked at Bai Tuanzi puzzled and aggrieved: "No...won't you eat it?"

The white-haired cub is still young, and its instincts haven't taught it this way of "eating", so it thinks it's the first-level worm making trouble for no reason.The tip of the tiny tail became more and more bright red because of anger, and the first-level worm that blended with it clearly felt the threat of oppression in the pheromone, and immediately fell to the ground trembling.

The white-haired ball cub was sulking for a long time, hesitating between looking for another food that wasn't stupid and letting it go, but finally lost because there were no more pheromones to lure new food.

It jumped onto the neck of the first-level worm—since the worm was in a kneeling state, it was convenient for the white-haired cub to stop on the back of its neck—the Zerg's body structure was humanoid, so their necks There is also a raised vertebra on the back, and the white ball cub's small tail is lightly tapping on that vertebra, as if looking for a position.

In the past, when human scientists dissected Zerg corpses, they discovered that there was a round bone hole in their third vertebrae.

If they can see this scene now, then everything will suddenly become clear.I saw the limp white dumpling squatting on the Zerg's neck, its small tail raised like a long needle, inserted in it suddenly!The tip of the tail hits the bone hole under the skin, and the size fits well, as if it was born to be inserted by this small tail.

The first-level worm trembled all over, let out a suppressed sob, but didn't dare to move an inch.It felt that power was continuously flowing through the small hole, replenishing into the little ball, but at the same time, something like stars and gold sand flowed into the bone hole along the tip of the tail, and melted into his body.

It felt very comfortable, like a hearty hot bath in the cold winter months, every pore was moaning/groaning freely.Although most of his energy was sucked away, he received a reward like rain.Energy can be eaten again, but those pheromones like stars and sand can only be gifted by the other party. No Zerg can refuse such a transaction, which is a vital substance missing in their genetic information.

After a long time, the white-haired ball cub burped, and slowly pulled his tail out of the bone hole.The first-level worm curled up its claws nostalgicly and begged: "Don't go...please, continue."

Thanks to those stars and sand, his cerebral cortex has been bent a few more times, and now he is unprecedentedly clear and intelligent.He even felt that the desire to devour and kill that had been bothering him had been reduced a lot. It turns out that what we have been longing for all along is not killing, it is just the mania that is triggered because we can't get what we really want.

The white-haired ball cub didn't think too much, it just came out to have a meal, and left after eating, and the meal was paid anyway.

——Like a ruthless scumbag.

It jumped back into the window without hesitation, and shrank into the warm embrace of the young breeder.

Standing in the courtyard and looking at the window, the first-level worm smelled the fleshy smell of that humble and weak human in the room separated by a wall, and suddenly licked its lips.

He is very hungry now.

The author has something to say: #bigexplosive!The first female worm enjoyed by Emperor Anwan#

An Wan:? ? ?

Zai Zai: I advise you to be kind ^_^

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Congratulations to the player [Anzai] for obtaining an N-level card [First-Class Insect], and adding the player [Anwan] as a close friend.