Be a fan of all insects in the Middle Ages [Zerg]

Different flavors of pheromones interweave and permeate the air, mixed with the weird smell of drunken insects.

The male insect standing at the door of the store noticed He Liang and came up to meet him.

"What kind of male do you need?" The male had a gentle and polite smile on his face.

He has the unique height and physique of males in this era, and He Liang has to lower his head slightly to meet his gaze.

There was a tugging sensation from the gland, which was the only flaw in He Liang's disguise, but there was a high probability that no one would suspect it.

"I want to buy pheromones." His voice was as calm as his expression.

The male worm was slightly surprised, but his attitude was still respectful, "Then please wait a moment, I'll get it."

He Liang grabbed him and asked casually: "Have you seen three hunters go in this morning? There is a wooden warehouse on the waist, and one of them is very strong?"

Just before, Du Wei and the others were attracted by this strange burst of pheromones. He Liang waited in the cafe for nearly two hours before he couldn't help coming over to investigate.

The male worm paused, seemed to think for a while, and said, "It seems... I can't remember clearly, Qusheng's secretion period has arrived, and his pheromones have attracted many females..."

As he said that, the male worm looked at him suspiciously, "Your Majesty is the first one who doesn't come in..."

He Liang's face froze, and he said dully: "Ah... I'm not sensitive to pheromones naturally."

The male worm looked at him a few more times before turning around and entering the shop.

When Du Wei and the others came in, they had already been induced by the strange pheromone to riot, maybe... did something else?

After waiting for about ten minutes, the male worm left and returned.

As soon as he came up, he said: "Sorry, the customer, there are no ready-made pheromones in the store. The boss asked you to go in and pick out the flavor you like."

He Liang waved his hand, with a regretful expression on his face, "Don't bother your boss, I'd better go to the pharmacy to buy insect-made pheromones." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

A cold hand was placed on the shoulder suddenly, "No trouble, I have a lot of time today." There was a smile in the voice, but for some reason it sounded a little cold.

He Liang's feet faltered, and when he turned his head, he saw a big blue and white face, so close that it was almost on his shoulders, and he hurriedly took two steps back.

The speed of this female insect was almost as fast as that of Fuyou, who was a military female.

He Liang refused: "Let's forget it."

The female was dressed in a blue-gray gown, with black hair over the ears and slightly curled ends, holding a folding fan in her hand. She was handsome and gentle, with a sickly pale complexion, and looked at him with a smile, a bit like a fox.

That cold hand squeezed He Liang's wrist, "It won't be long, isn't your friend still inside?"

He Liang withdrew his hand vigilantly.

The boss smiled unabated, "Your chest emblem is very similar to those worms that came this morning."

The badge embroidered with the eagle's head is the logo of the hunting team in the establishment, and he just got it yesterday.

There are many doubts about the boss, for example, how could he meet Du Wei so coincidentally, for example, he can remember what the team badge looks like in such a small piece?

He Liang declined again: "Don't bother the boss, I can pick them up later."

The boss sighed quietly, "But... one of your friends is drunk on pheromones."

He Liang was slightly taken aback, pheromones can still be drunk?

The boss unfolded the folding fan in a "squeaky" manner, approached him and whispered, "Qusheng's pheromones are quite special... Your friend is still bullying Qusheng and refuses to leave. If the security guards drive him away... Your reputation will also be damaged,... so the next guest... go in and have a look?"

When the folding fan was put down, the boss already had a helpless expression on his face.

Well... the doubt seems to be explained.

As a teammate, He Liang blushed for Du Wei's behavior, and said dryly: "Then...excuse me..." and obediently followed the boss into the store.

The store is on the second floor, just looking at the small building from the outside, but there is something strange inside, two worms turned around and entered an antique room.

The boss welcomed him to a round table, poured two cups of tea, and gestured, "Sit." There was a gentle and polite smile on his face.

There is a faint fragrance in the room, a set of wooden tables and chairs are placed outside, a soft couch is placed by the window, behind the painting screen of flowers and birds, there is a faintly visible bed...

"Qu Sheng took the inhibitor just now, your friend should wake up soon."

He Liang: "..." Then why did he come in?

There were only the two of them in the room, and He Liang began to wonder if the boss was coveting his beauty. After all, in the interstellar era, there were also females who liked females.

He Liang used to be an egg from the interstellar era from a human being, and was dragged to attend the celebration banquet of Admiral Fuyou when he was just an adult. .

Fu You's expression was calm that day, and He Liang, who looked up with food in his mouth, met his eyes in the vast sea of ​​insects, then raised his hand and pointed, and said in a calm tone: "I want him."

This is how their relationship began...

The boss dialed the tea soup, took a sip gracefully, and when he looked up at He Liang, he still had a proper smile on his face, "My name is Nair, and the guest's name is...?"

He Liang carefully made up a pseudonym: "My name is Bega."

Nair nodded thoughtfully, and murmured: "Bega..." Then he raised his hand to signal, "I made this tea by myself according to the ancient books. It's refreshing, why don't you try it?"

He Liang's attitude was polite and alienated, "Thank you, I had a drink at the cafe just now, and I don't want to drink anything yet."

Nair sighed again, "That's a pity..."

After that, Nair began to savor the tea soup meticulously, and occasionally looked up at him with a smile.

He Liang ignored the strange sight of the female insect, and silently waited for Du Wei to wake up.

Probably because his mind started to let go, He Liang's eyelids began to get heavy, he covered his mouth and yawned, shaking his spirits again.

"Are you sleepy under the guest? You can go to sleep in the inner room. Your friend wakes up, and I will call you."

Nair still had that expression, and He Liang felt stiff for him.

"No, thank you." He only returned his mental power once yesterday, so it's not difficult to stay awake.

But gradually, He Liang felt something was wrong. In the past, unless he relaxed his brain, it was impossible for him to be so sleepy. Worms who had developed their mental power could stay awake for at least half a month, and then their mental power would start to drain.

What's in this room...?

He Liang looked around, Neil tilted his head and asked him: "What's wrong?"

He Liang shook his head, "It's okay..."

It seems that the only thing that can enter his body unknowingly is the faint fragrance in the room. Since entering the room, Neil has been drinking tea from time to time, and reminded him that this tea is refreshing...

He Liang made his judgment clear, picked up the tea and took a rough sip.

Neil chuckled, "Your Majesty, aren't you afraid of what's in my tea now?"

He Liang put down the teacup and explained with a smile: "I didn't drink just now because I wasn't thirsty."

Nair nodded lightly, then held the teacup and lowered his head to take a sip.

That tea did wake up He Liang a lot, but as time passed, his brain became extremely active, and his temples throbbed.

He rubbed his temples, and Nair's voice came from an unknown voice: "What do you think of this tea?"

He Liang immediately stood up vigilantly, feeling dizzy and dizzy, he staggered a few steps forward with an unstable center of gravity, and he slapped the ground hard.

There was some water mist in the field of vision, the nose hurt from being bumped, and there was a faint heat gushing out.He Liang squeezed his fists, and found that the strength in his hands was gradually losing.

There were rustling sounds behind her, and the sound of light footsteps approaching.

He Liang raised his head, nosebleeds flowed down his lips, the tip of his tongue burst out with a fishy and sweet smell of rust, and the blue-gray cloth shoes in his field of vision stopped.

Nair squatted down, lifted He Liang's chin with a folding fan, said "tsk", then took out a handkerchief to wipe his nosebleeds, and sighed: "That's not how tea is drunk."

He Liang's face darkened, "What are you going to do?"

A ball of paper was caught off guard and stuffed into his bleeding nostril.

He Liang: "..."

The folding fan retracted, and the unsupported jaw hit the ground heavily. He Liang snorted, and physiological tears welled up in his eyes.

Cold hands caressed his neck, and the feeling of groping was like a crawling snake. The two band-aids were torn off neatly, and the glands felt cold.

"Sure enough..." The hand gently stroked his neck again, and the chill brought goosebumps for a while.

He Liang flexed his fingers, his vision became more and more blurred.

The chill on the neck disappeared, the collar was picked up by the female insect, He Liang was forced to look up, and the blurry shadow in his vision approached him... There was a cool breath blowing over his neck.

The cedar that lures insects exudes from the body of the male insect, which is light but full of charm. Nair's voice trembled with excitement: "Delicious snacks, will you be my collection?"

The male worm's body was stiff, and the pair of deep and ascetic black eyes were full of light spots looking at him, there was a pleasing fear in the worm, and the thin lips fluttered...

"Tui—!"

Splashes of saliva splashed on the side face, the male lost the last bit of consciousness, and fell down heavily.

Nair was taken aback for a moment, red light flashed in his tea-brown eyes, his pale lips curved in a joyful arc, he held up the collar of the male insect, and bit down on the pale pink gland...

The waiter came in from outside the house, and Neil wiped the corners of his lips, "Wash him clean and put him in a cage. I will take him to the exhibition tomorrow."

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It was a shocking bug, only to find that the "guest" was written, and "the guest" should be a unique title in the Zerg world... [Guilt]