Zerg Regent[Transmigration Book]

These females are definitely overkill.

Mao Qiu watched in shock as they dragged out a small warehouse from the starship, which contained all kinds of spices, seasonal vegetables, meat, and rice noodles, and could completely make a table full of Han people on the spot. Is there a huge difference between pet princes?

Be good, my host, you have suffered in the past ten years—Mao Qiu pretended to wipe away bitter tears, no wonder it was unmoved no matter how much it persuaded the host. It has everything, and its host is wise and mighty, so it has to eat snow in this place where the birds don't shit.

The hairball was sour, and the pair of grape-sized eyeballs almost burst into flames. The female who was carrying it looked at it strangely and asked, "Are these not good? What flavor does Your Highness like? Maybe there is no ready-made one, but you can make it now." "

"...Master, he is not picky. He often eats steamed buns and snow. For a while, he can only drink nutrient solution. He also said it's okay..."

The fur ball was half deflated, and the voice was mournful. Several female insects began to let their imaginations fly, and the miserable picture of the little prince in ragged clothes curled up in the corner of the wall eating snow on a cold snowy night appeared in his mind, and his eye circles suddenly turned red.

Even they seldom have such downcast times. How much did His Highness suffer here?

Seeing their eyes full of tears, Maoqiu gritted his teeth:

"Damn bandits..."

Fuqiu grunted, and quickly adjusted the topic:

"Because the master said that the bandit state was a start-up, and money was used everywhere, and if you can be frugal, be frugal."

The females choked, their lips trembling: how could this be possible!

But another voice popped up in his mind: Why is His Highness's own decision not acceptable?

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Maoqiu breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's move quickly, the master has been drinking the nutrient solution for a long time."

Mu Ling waited impatiently in the room, he knew that the ball was unreliable, it took so long to stutter?

The worm that made him can only drink water now. Don Ross has woken up and looked at him with half-opened eyelids. He fed him water with a spoon, and he opened his mouth obediently. A hand slowly crawled out from under the quilt, trying to grab the hem of his clothes, Mu Ling held the dishonest hand: "Don't move, you have an injury on your back."

Because his chest and back were injured, he could only lie on his side now. Mu Ling knew that this position was uncomfortable for a long time, so he went to bed after feeding the glass of water, and helped him to pillow on his body.

Don Ross moved his sore limbs, and was held down by Mu Ling. He gently pressed his joints, and he breathed out comfortably, lying in his arms without moving.

"I asked Fuqiu to make some food...it hasn't come back yet." Mu Ling sighed, and Don Los laughed softly: "It may...need to temporarily install a cooking program. There is nothing in the building, so don't bother."

"It has a way, don't get used to it."

Fuqiu, who was ordered to die and must do something, returned with two female insects with a heavy heart.

The female was afraid that one of its balls would miss the Third Highness's dinner, so she insisted on following, and it was also convenient for them to find out His Highness's preference, so that they could match His Highness's preference in the future.

"Look, it's back."

Mu Ling glanced at the door, heard another footsteps, a golden light flashed in his eyes, imperial females - what are they doing here, are they looking for trouble.

The imperial female would dare to make a fuss under his nose.

They didn't show a trace of satisfaction until they entered the apartment on the top floor. Although they were not worthy of the status of His Highness, it was more or less a place for bugs to live.

But after entering with Mao Qiu, they froze in place, really turned into two vegetable racks standing there, motionless, they stared at the female in Mu Ling's arms, and they didn't know whether it was the flames of anger or jealousy crackling in their hearts. Mu Ling ignored them and only asked Mao Qiu, "Why is it taking so long?"

The fur ball skillfully lifted the soup bowl out of the food box held by the female and flew over, and then explained: "They don't know what you want to eat, so they cook a little bit of everything."

Mu Ling picked up the bowl and found that it was made of jade porcelain. He couldn't help but stare at the two female insects. They always bring such precious and delicate utensils when they go out to fight. They are really devoted to Mu Ai.

He took a sip of the soup, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, and fed it to Don Ross.

The two females finally know what the sour water tasted like when the hairball watched them move things just now

Shouldn't the injury be healed then?Didn't you advance?Hypocritical what?His Royal Highness Wang Chong has to feed him every meal, and even brag about the soup. What's there to brag about? Female insects can't be scalded to death after drinking [-] degrees of boiling water.

Don Ross drank a few sips and felt that the gaze from the opposite side was a bit piercing. His eyes met them, and the female glared at them. When there was a piece of mushroom, he asked him, "Do you want to eat this?"

He shook his head, not wanting to chew anything, so Mu Ling ate the piece of mushroom by himself and fed him the soup.

He was so gentle and natural that he didn't notice anything wrong for a while, and couldn't help but smile, looked at the female who was stuck in place and coughed, and Mu Ling put down the bowl to give him a sigh of relief: "You I hurt my lungs, this is not a place to recuperate... When you get better..."

Mu Ling wanted to take him to the south, but the female on the other side couldn't help but say:

"You can go back to the empire, the empire has the best doctors."

When he said this, he straightened his teeth, and against his will, Mu Ling couldn't help but look sideways.

"There is also the best prison...cough cough..." Don Los laughed, buried himself in Mu Ling's arms and coughed, and stopped after a while: "I'm fine, this kind of injury will heal in a few days."

After all, it was a hole opened by double S. The boundary he broke through due to serious injuries was too large, and the boundary was not stable. Mu Ling was not confident in his confidence, so he patted him on the back: "Let's see in a few days..."

He asked the imperial female again: "How are you four princes?"

"Your brother is fine, do you want to go and see him?" The female was overjoyed.

Mu Ling raised his eyebrows, and asked again: "Then is his double S free?"

"You mean General Asir?"

Mu Ling nodded, and the female worm immediately said seriously: "As long as you call, all the worms in the empire will serve you no matter what."

Mu Ling was not moved, he said hehe: "Then invite him to come."

"Yes!"

When Asir came, he heard his subordinates were filled with righteous indignation all the way, and he was also a little surprised, His Highness is so noble, how can anyone serve the females himself?

But maybe, some males really like to hug the sub-female and feed them. They call this sex, maybe His Highness is also having fun with his female?

Asir's expression cracked a little. A second ago he thought His Royal Highness King Chong was extraordinary and very different from ordinary males, but he slapped him in the face this second. It was indeed different, but not in the way he thought.

"Third Highness, are you looking for me?" Although he was full of guesses, Asir still bowed down respectfully, and Mu Ling asked him to come up: "Let out your spiritual power."

"At this?"

Asir subconsciously looked at the female in his arms, want to fight?As he is now?Or is His Highness going to teach him a lesson for him?Should I find a more open place?

"Here." Mu Ling rubbed the pimple between Tang Luosi's eyebrows. Although he didn't say anything, he still instinctively guarded against this powerful creature.

Asier had no choice but to release a ray of mental power, but as soon as he reached out, Mu Ling grabbed him with his mental tentacles, and Asir froze in place—if his hero did this, he would think he was flirting with him .

But the emotions from the third prince's spiritual tentacles were all cold explorations, and he was short of slicing him to see how his power worked.

Dou Da's cold sweat fell from Asir's forehead, and he didn't say a word. Finally, Mu Ling let him go: "Okay, let's go back."

"Ah?" Asir didn't react, Mu Ling smiled:

"I don't believe you. It's impossible for you to touch him with your own hands. It's almost enough."

Axiel suddenly understood what he wanted to do with his mental strength, and with a strange expression on his face, he explained: "Your Highness, females have ways to deal with various injuries, so you don't need to worry about it."

"He's my worm, I don't worry about anyone else."

As soon as Mu Ling frowned, he was anxious to help Tang Luosi digest this power, so he let the hair ball drive away the worms, and left all the food by the way.

The females looked at each other reluctantly, and asked before stepping back, "When will you see us again, Your Highness?"

"The reason you can stay is because you said that Muai was injured and needs to recuperate. Naturally, you will leave when he wakes up..."

Except for Asier, the other two females were anxious:

"But..." The fourth prince is just an excuse, the point is that you have to go back with us.

"Then if I can persuade the empire to retry the Don Ross case, will you consider going back with us?" Asier's eyes were burning.

Mu Ling's eyes were dark and he couldn't see what he was thinking, but Don Ross in his arms straightened his body and sneered: "Retrial? The empire decided to rehabilitate me? But what wrong do I have, I am not wronged, I did kill him If you kill that male, you have to rehabilitate him, and wait until the empire amends the law to say that I am not guilty of killing him like this!"

After that, he held Mu Ling's hand and coughed again.

Asir's eyes were cold:

"Killing the male worm is not guilty? In case some worm hurts the Third Highness anytime, can you say to that worm that he is innocent?"

Don Lose's eyes were wide open, his back was straightened, and his wound was almost stretched. Maybe it was because Mu Ling pretended to be a man for too long. He subconsciously forgot about this, and always looked at him separately from other males, but it is true... females protect males. Of course, if there is a bug that dares to hurt his male bug...

Don Ross trembled, his eyes were fierce, and he could cut the non-existent object into pieces just by imagining him.

Mu Ling circled him in his arms and comforted him softly:

"What are you thinking? I'm here, don't think about it."

Then look at Asir again:

"The problem with the laws of the empire is that when he kills a male insect, he kills it without asking why. What if he kills a female insect or a subfemale? That's another matter...

From a human point of view, he was called self-defense at the time, and the male was called to blame. This is where the empire needs to change, and it can't be solved by extrajudicial favors to him. "

"But Your Highness, Zergs are not human beings. If there are no strict laws to restrain them, how many males will be brutally murdered like this." Asier looked at Mu Ling's protective posture, and did not say Don Ross's name.

"You're right..." Mu Ling stroked Tang Luosi's hair with his fingers, and he chuckled lightly: "With the weakness of the imperial male, there will indeed be such a problem. This is a huge project, and it is worth pondering."

Asir was overjoyed, thinking he was convinced, but Mu Ling continued:

"You guys are too noisy, so be quiet for two days. We will hold a meeting two days later. You can also ask, by the way, how far the empire is willing to go for the king worm. We can sort out our demands here. Problems that cannot be solved by war, It’s time to resolve it with language.”

With a gentle smile, Mu Ling began to see off the guests:

"Let's go, he hasn't finished his meal yet."

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